1.Drunk Tekneek
(well alright)
Oh shit
Many, many asked if i knew the way to go
I thought i knew the answer, it seems i wouldn't, so
I picked and i picked, for the label i searched
I slipped and i tripped for the pop, it didn't work
So now i take the stage of my what？ 3rd comeback
Now i know the tricks of the trade, and where the slum's at
Blows to the chest, buckshots from the guage
Page after page king tee takes the rage
Lord have mercy when i pick up my pen
Then i ask the lord to forgive me for my sins
Cause i get drunk when i get trucked ( ＊shots＊ )
There go some gunshots, wait - i gotta duck
(get down, fool, get down...)
What everybody runnin fo'？ (awww shit!)
Can't take the plug of a .38 slug
Can't take the drug from the teenage thug
So i'ma break loose and do a flip-flop top
And land on my feet and show a drunk tekneek
(couldn't walk a straight line)
(ladies and gentlemen, i...)
(couldn't walk a straight line if you let me crawl)
(leanin to the side)
(i know i'm drunk, man)
(leanin to the side, people everywhere)
(well alright)
(wants to get funked up)
M-m-m-mc's seem to get souped when they group
With a big name, but see, none of them is game
For the royal, loyal, the one that stole yo
Coupe de ville when you thought you could chill
On my street, with your freak, to freak me, the freak
Played out along the week and fell steep in the creek
So i'ma put my crown upon the peak
And do it just for the thieves with the jeeps
I know you feel scared, i got a criminal path
For a laugh i watch devils get whipped by shaft
Pooh has a mack-10, e-swift's in the benz with a glock
Takin some young girl's cock
I grab that geno-st. ides by the stack
Never smoked crack, but i drunk a lotta 'yac
Mostly by the cup, grabbin my nuts to the beat
Hey yo, it's the drunk tekneek
2.I Gotta Call Earl(Skit)
3.Got It Bad Y'all
Intro：
Ladies and gentleman, that nigga king tee and the
al-cum-a-holiks
Verse one：j-ro
Pooh-butts play the rear cause i'm makin yapes
The rhymes ain't no thicker than a, skittle grapes
A lot of girls would like to thank me, for the hanky-panky
On the mic i hold a belt, now i know no one could spank me
It took a long time for the people, to hear my rhymes
Seems like i been rappin since my birth in '69
Sorry to keep you waitin, i run rhymes like walter payton
I get a rhyme like spokes on a dayton
But i won't knock off, because i just rock off
The beats to get funky, like when you take your sock off
To all the white folks i would like to say howdy
And to all my brothers i say peace quit actin rowdy
Wack mcs in ninety-two, ew you need to take a rest
The public don't you aim the best you're softer than a hookers
chest
Raps, i make em, snaps, i make em
For duties movin booties cause i shake shake shake em
And i got rhymes, funky funky rhymes
E-swift hold the needle down with nickels and dimes
I drink olde english, st. ide's and mickeys
When it's time to roll i throw on my black dickeys
On the mic i get wicked, like wilson pickett
I get the place jumpin like a cricket when i kick shit
I'm from the west coast but don't sleep home-stimpy
Even if i was a paperboy you still couldn't rip me
I walk up and chalk up pairs like the knicks
I'm all in the mix like snares, and kicks
When it comes to rhymes i get loose like belt buckles
Those who chose to oppose this nose is felt knuckles
(where you goin' to？) to the tip
(and what cha bout to do？) bout to rip
Some people use the word funky too loosely
And just how many rappers say they kick it like bruce lee
(what's your favorite brew？) olde e
(and what it make you do？) go pee
It used to be about rhymes, all about rhymes
Now rappers rearrangin, and changin like times
I got it bad y'all, i got it bad y'all
When it comes to the pen and the pad y'all
I got it bad y'all, i got it bad y'all
When it comes to the pen and the pad y'all
Verse two： e-swift
Back the fuck up, gimme room to breath
Not too many niggaz can flip the rhymes like these
I freak the technique as if it was a bitch
Got more soul than the pit with a fifth
Pitch the ball, so i can beat it with the bat
Talk some shit, so i can smoke ya with my gat
I'm feelin kind feelin kinda feelin kinda feelin kinda
Feelin kinda buzzed off a sack of chocolate tie
My my my ho, i like to rip the shows up
Smack the hoes that walk around with they nose up
Run to the liquor store, before they close up
Buy a few 40s, cause daily i get to' up
Sit at the crib and write riggy riggy rhymes
Line after line after liggy liggy line
Yo i can get funky, buy my tape and bump me
To the break of dawn i hit the bud and pass it on
Hangin at the park, shootin craps on the weekend
My brown bag is wet cause my tall can is leakin
Starin at the cops, beatin up on rodney
While a pack of o.g.'s steppin to me tryin to rob me
Just because i'm dope, niggaz wanna smoke me
On the mic i get funky while you're doin the hokey-pokey
Dance steps, i think that you should leave to paula
Alkaholiks is the shit, e-swift's the smooth bawler
Is slangin these rhymes like a rock
Life ain't shit but money and a glock
Don't punch a clock, but i cock a fat knot
So i can smoke a lot of pot that i roll up with tops
And ya ain't heard shit yet, i'm just gettin warm
Like hot butter on, say what？, the popcorn
I'm headed to the top, please give me my props
My beats are fat as fuck so bump my shit in your box
I love to hit the skinz, but then again who doesn't
I love to hit the herbs cause it leave me feelin buzzin
I dedicate this chumpie to the poets who can wreck
And to all the nottie dreads i gots to give them nuff respect
(where you goin' to？) to the tip
(and what cha bout to do？) bout to rip
Some people use the word funky too loosely
And just how many niggaz say they kick it like bruce lee
(what's your favorite brew？) olde e
(and what it make you do？) go pee
It used to be about rhymes, all about rhymes
Now rappers rearrangin, and changin like times
I got it bad y'all, i got it bad y'all
When it comes to the pen and the pad y'all
I got it bad y'all, i got it bad y'all
When it comes to the pen and the pad y'all
Verse three： king tee
Up jumps the man with the loot
Rockin like a troop with the alkaholik group
Everything is kosher, got a little taller
Livin kinda phat cause king tee's a bawler
I just, irritate the wack, leave em so confused
When i'm checkin on the mic with the ones and twos
Sneak you a peek of the drunk technique
Can't stand up, need to take a seat
Baby baby baby it's the alkaholiks
But i can freak the mic no matter how ya call it
Metaphors grand, and i'm the great man
Drink a whole fifth yes i can yes i can can
The girls call me dick-em-down
Got that title rockin for the crown
Catch y'all later, around next weekend
I'm a alkaholik and i'm late for my meeting
4.On Tha Rox
Check this out
Hey, i knew this nigga named johnnie walker
A nightstalker, a big shit-talker
Even though he liked a lot of vodka (say what？)
He was from tennessee, sprung off hennessey
Makin enemies fast - in l.a.n. they didn't play (what？)
He got into a tanque／tangle with +ray+, he had on too much gray
Ray had a strawberry sister named daquiri
Johnnie politely her ass behind the back three
Now, all four uncles e＆j wanna tossi
Martini and rossi had to get the niggaz off me
He got jacked for his dana's, in other words
(give it up nigga, give it up!)
He caught the nighttrain and blasted his thunderbird
With the pistol, him and cisco, couldn't stand him
Cause he caught him lickin brandy off his sister named kandi
At this point he had more bad luck than a trash truck
He lost his girl, remi spent his last buck up
Remi caught him shootin game at elayne, so now
Flowers and champagne don't mean a damn thang
Remi ended up runnin off with martin
He was wanted for arson for startin fires in carson
So johnnie hired a gun named rum, and paid him
151 and the job got done
With a thirty-eight straight to the face
He caught him in a six-pack and got they ass back
Up close he made 'em post and broke all their glasses
(？) and rum threatened their families with matches
He felt he needed more men just like gin
So he packed his strap and started claimin silver satin
From then on in, anybody caught bailin
Down seagram's 7 was bound to get sweated
Except bartyles and james, cause they was cool
He knew 'em from school when they didn't bang and made moves
Turns out, he never reached the top
They found his ass at the beach 'on tha rox'
{＊ocean, sound of seagulls, closing dj scratch＊}
5.Just Flauntin'
Hay-ya!
'sup
Got my homeboy jazzy ren in the house
This is the mighty king tee
And my homeboy dj aladdin is in the place
Blunt-smokin mike
And i'ma flaunt these lyrics right here
Moves - i got moves for the mind
Kind of weary but if you hear me, you'll find
No one could conquer the kingdom i resurrected
Perfected this, watch out, there's a hectic
Man on the stage, screamin out a page i wrote
The type of shit mc's wanna quote
And get broke off somethin real swell
Cause i can tell you try to swell when you bail
But you ain't big, don't try to stick out your chest
Just phantasize you bein the best
Not a clear picture, huh, not vivid
Mediocre mc's can't deal with this
And what you're hearin now is tha great
(is that right？ - oh yeah, he's back, for haven's sake)
Yes, i'm comin, i'm bringin what you're wantin
It might sound like i'm goin off, but hey, i'm just flauntin
(suckers try to knock him but they never succeed) --＞ w.c.
Back at home i got a throne where i sit
Piecin up metaphoric bits
My style is the quiet, cool gangster type
But when the 40 hits, it gets hype
Niggas can't understand and trip
When i be rockin that old school shit
That i used to play when i rolled like a professional
Hittin side to side in my fo'
Flauntin the technique just like when i speak
My words come above the average peak
E can get swift with a scratch
( ＊e-swift scratches a quote＊ )
People keep askin： does king tee still have his coupe？
Or will he flip and make a song like 'knockin' boots'？
Come on, hop, picture that on a flick
I ain't goin out like a trick
No matter what you do, i always pop up, troop
(like what？) sort of like if i was wild rumour
And this is how you pump it when you're livin in compton
Cause it ain't about nothin but flauntin
(suckers try to knock him but they never succeed)
Yeah, i'm just flauntin'
(suckers try to knock him but they never succeed)
Break it down
(suckers try to knock him but they never succeed)
Come on
Now homes! (what up？) homes!
I need headphones to hear the funky tones
No more switchin, i'll pitch the bitch and
Now we're gonna swing
With the coolest king
The imperial
I'm the one that makes you go buy your stereo
So you can hear me flow
And bro, on the microphone i'm a flexer
You got played, and on the mic you're a extra
I go deep for the dope style and i stay sharp
Frame my lyrics up like art
Mc's keep on runnin cause my tracks are stunnin
Back in '85 is where i spun, and
Up jumps the crowned royal king of cool rap
And when i rock the joint, they be like 'who's that
Fly rappin nigga？!' and rappers be like, 'pull the trigger
Let's assassinate king tee tha great'
But faith keeps me on top of the crop
With a 40oz. of beer and a blunt full of pot
And this is for the suckers that be frontin
It's king tee tha great, in '92 i'm just flauntin
Baby!
Just flauntin'
I wanna say peace to my homeboys dj aladdin and dj pooh
My homeboy mc jazzy ren
Blunt-smokin mike
Youknowmsayin？
And we outta here
On out
6.At Your Own Risk(Budha Mix)
I'ma bust it off like this for compton
Yo! whassup？ yo.. what's happenin, what's happenin？
E-swift, you cuttin the records nice boy
Dj pooh whassup man？ we all chillin
Yo, yo, j-ro's in the house, we all cold coolin out
y'knahmsayin？
And i'ma bust it off like this for compton
Look who sprung up, comin the fuck up
I came in the place to let you know what's up
With a bunch of trunk jewerly
Two or three fat gold chains, ring plates with my name on 'em
Yeah i rhyme fly, real fly hobbes
I wear nike's cause i run from the cops
Pops taught me lots he said 'toys are for tots'
At four, bought me a box, when i was six i wore a jock
Cause, my jimmy was gettin kinda big
At nine i was a kid but i took my first swig
Hugged that olde english beer
So my peers wouldn't think that i was queer
Yeah, right off i got the title of a gangsta
Pranksters run because they know that there ain't a
Person, runnin a verse on like this, hahahaha..
Whassup？ this at your own risk, sucker
'this at your own risk..' this at your own risk! uhh!
'marley marl remix..' this at your own risk sucker!
'this at your own risk..' this at your own risk!
'this at your own risk..' this at your own risk!
People always say, 'are you the king of the west？'
But there's always some pest who try to put you to the test
Even though, they know i'm king, i'm on a higher level
I even dust the church and sold they soul to the devil
I mean really, how you think i'm livin？
On the strength i'm livin like thanksgiving
So yo, whassup turkey, tryin to jerk me？
Your rhymes don't work see, you can't hurt t
The almighty individual, you said you knew
But i don't think you really know about
The k-i-n-g super cool mack daddy
I drive a caddy, and i'm livin fatly
Had me on stage in a rage
Yellin was what ya know, that's how i get paid
Made my mark but rappers still insist, to diss
But yo it's at your own risk sucker
'this at your own risk..' this at your own risk! c'mon, sup？
'marley marl remix..' - 'marley marl remix single of..'
'this at your own risk..' this at your own risk!
'this at your own risk..' this at your own risk!
Bust the break!
{＊marley marl cuts and scratches＊}
Verse three!
Is another one for those to remember
King tee is the champ, smashin all contenders
For those who disbelieve, just step in my direction
I'm snappin arms, legs and even necks and
Suckers who thrive to drive me crazy
You know the ones who front tryin to amaze me
Take it as a warnin cause i'm hopin that you don't diss
But get a load of this, it's at your own risk..
Sucker!
'this at your own risk..' this at your own risk!
'this at your own risk..' this at your own risk!
'this at your own risk..' this at your own risk!
'this at your own risk..' this at your own risk!
{＊marley marl cuts and scratches＊}
C'mon get funky, get, get funky
C'mon c'mon get funky
Ahh oh, ohh yeah get funky
Aww ooooooh shit! this at your own risk
(this at your own risk suckers)
'this at your own risk..' this at your own risk!
Yeah, e-swi..
'this at your own risk..' this at your own risk!
Ahhh..
'this at your own risk..' this at your own risk!
Aww you're doggin it man
'this at your own risk..'
See-ya!
{＊marley marl cuts and scratches to fade＊}
7.King Tee's Beer Stand ＊
＊ this song was originally a st. ide's malt liquor commercial
It's appearance on promotional st. ide's mixtapes caused
Public outcry, and both the tape and the commercial were pulled
Now step up, to the king tee's beer stand
And let me know what beer is grand
No no wait, i got somebody that might convince ya
Hold up hold up wait
Once again it's on, i'm goin out the front do'
Ice cube in the glass house, headed for the sto'
To get a beer that's better than the rest
The s-t-period-i-d-e-to-the-s
And it'll put hair on your chest
In the black can, so won'tcha grab a six pack and
Get your girl in the mood quicker
Get your jimmy thicker, with st. ide's malt liquor
Hold up hold up
So when you get a forty, roll to the spot
Hug and kiss your girl and screw the cap off the top
And get a taste of the beer that makes you tingle
And just remember that jingle
Here's something that sweepin the nation by surprise
It's that fabulous malt liquor they call st. ide's
8.We Got Tha Fat Joint
Wrap
Then pass that joint
( ＊in the background＊ )
Where the joint, man？
Somebody got it
I ain't got it
Check it out y'all
Mad kap's in the house
Nefrettiti's in the house
And she finna kick it like this
Come on now
Come on
So just call me the spark, held by the flame
Once again my beats make white boys reclaim
A stain on your brain, and yet i'm stayin the same
Bust another rhyme, move into the hard time
My lifeline revolves into a circle of zero
And like for real i never liked no superficial hero
Now this joint is fat, so spark up that fat joint
And yes, you best believe i'm born again to prove my point
To say the least, i know you know that hip-hop won't stop
I smooth will get wreck, then pass me the joint
Pass it around
Pass it around
Pass it around (2x)
Improvisation is the key to this freestyle
Hip-hop style, while jazz in the meanwhile
Stride, glide, and all that good stuff
Ride to the rhythm of this jazz, it's rough
You're crippled in the brain from a late night feature
The government is run by the beast and the creatures
Hanger for the hook-up, for the jab it's junk
They're comin in your speaker with the funk-fu-fu-funk
Some want you to say today i can't fit on one caper
Take out the seeds and begin to rollin papers
Then i roll the blunt or a spliff or a fattie
Feelin like a hood with a beanie in a caddy
I love my herb, i love my money, cause i'm young, matty
Never eat the pork, cause it's much, much too fatty
So come down, selector, and give me my props
I'm runnin through a field of marihuana crops
I'm thinkin, all the green, fat, crazy, stinky buds
Flow on the instrumental, cause this rhyme is not a dud
Gettin crazy blunted, and you'll never say i fronted
On the raps, cause i take the track and run it
Into the ground, i'm ghetto clown number one
Rhymes are kinda fat like two tons of fun
Smash, boom, bam! and i never sound flam
It's that nigga king tee with the mad kap band
Gettin stupid high off the chocolate ghetto thai
So pass the dutchie on the left-hand side
King tee and nef, and the rhymes are on point
But now it's time for coke to pass the fuckin joint
Pass it around
Pass it around
Pass it around (5x)
Now here comes the bomb...
Pass it around, throw some flex in
Peek-a-boo! i mean - ooh! i be fresh when
I do that, but wait - who dat？ it's the king
Mad kap, nefrettiti's the queen
With the sound of africa to the streets
Somethin the man can't cheat
And make it pop, cause we're already poppin
So i'm whistlin, sittin on the dock by
The bay, singin 'ay-hey,' can you copy？
Boomin like a jeep, deep with my posse
What's up, sister？ yeah, it's mister
K-i-n-g tee, i brung a mixture
Of ruff rhymes, i drove by to shoot the pop rap
Cause you know you gotta stop that
Bullshit, but when my pull hits, it's on point
And i got the fat joint
Pass it around
Pass it around
Pass it around (4x)
9.Where'sa Hoe Sat
'warning.. you must use, jimmy hat condoms'
Hahahahahaa! ahhhhhhh..
Where's the hoes at？ where's the hoes at？
Where's the hoes at？ where's the hoes at？
Where's the hoes at？ where's the hoes at？
Where diggy diggy diggy where's the hoes at？
I'm elastic, bendable plastic
If i ain't witcha then you need your ass kicked
Fuckin bitches that smell like trout
Dumb nigga, whatcha thinkin bout？
Where's the hoes at？ where's the hoes at？
Get butt-naked and fuck, i want my clothes back
But if the hoe's wack, take the hoe back
Street beat hooker, i ain't got no crack
Ahhhhhhh..
Where's the hoes at？ where's the hoes at？
Where's the hoes at？ where's the hoes at？
Where's the hoes at？ where's the hoes at？
Where diggy diggy diggy where's the hoes at？
10.A Hoe B-4 Tha Homie
Yo nigga, let's go scoop up some of these hoes at the
'paradise', man
Hey man, ah - i'm engaged now, man
What？
I'm engaged
To that bitch？
Aw man, don't be talkin about my woman like that
Oh, now you're gon' trip on me
Wait, wait, hold up, hold up
How you gon' go and put a hoe before me？
When i'm the one that helped your broke ass on the streets
'damn, i'm starvin, what you got to eat？
I'm short, i need a place to sleep'
Oh, but amnesia, that damn skeezer
Made you forget who was down witcha
I thought birds of a feather flock together
And don't a damn thing change but the weather
But now i know the real, i guess i had it all wrong
We used to hit the ides until the shit was all gone
Where was she when you needed niggas off your ass
And who'd you come to get to go blast？
Not that once-a-month-bleedin, always on her knees
Suckin every tom, dick and harry like a berry
I seen her with a trick at the motel 6
And you still tryin to get that bitch afro fix
She got you by the nuts, playin with your wiener
Wrapped around her finger when the last time you seen her
Well, when you do, bust her lip
And if you don't, you'se a bitch
So sit down when you piss, muthafucka
(it's a shame, but it ain't no thang to me) --＞ deadly threat
The bitch got you gone, talkin on a phone
Tellin muthafuckas when you see me, it's on
But little do he know that she a zero
And i'm still her favorite superhero
See, i got the 411 on a hoe
Just like i was tellin you before
You're just a piece of the mission
Guess where her lips been？
I told you don't be kissin, but you don't listen
Yeah, jaws (jaws) jaws the only hoe i ever saw
That could suck a basketball through a straw
She don't like niggas with nissan trucks
Unless they got the monster bumps
That's right, honey, bunny's money-hungry
And she'll frame ya, she's out to getcha
Get the picture, cause the bitch'll
Take you for a long-ass ride like the hitcher
So don't be surprised if they find you in a ditch
With your guts hangin out lookin like top ramen
And when i see the bitch, i'm bombin
Cause she's a false tenderony, plus tossed balony
And she ain't your home, she's a hoe
Don't put a hoe before the homie
(hey yo bitch, you better tell em) --＞ ice cube
Who's wearin the pants, who's wearin the pants, nigga？
If you ask me, i think that her dick is bigger
Than your little dick, and i'm tellin you, jay
The bitch got you locked down like pelican's bay
Now i told you if you fuck with the hoe
She's guaranteed to have you trippin
And me and you set-trippin
I told my muthafuckin crew
To kidnap the hoe, and they came back with you
I can't fade a nigga that's bitch-made
Kool-aid pumpin, tell a bitch somethin
She'll have your ass cookin dinner
While she's lettin every nigga in her hood run up in her
Got you runnin like bruce ginner, and the hoe be
Pussy-whippin your ass like toby
Now you act like you don't know me
Only a mark'll put a hoe before the homies
Word - this muthafucka is different
Yeah
Tell me your secret
Not just any secret
Just answer one question for me, baby
Do you love me？
I love you
Very, very, very, very much
Baby
Can i come pick you up and take you shoppin？
Spend all my money...
I love you
I love you
Don't put a hoe before the homie
11.Blow My Sox Off
(suck my dick)
Yeah
Check it out y'all
I see tha alkaholiks just stepped in the house
In the middle of vocals
Check this out
Bobcat's in the house
Big mac's in the house
And all the bitches in -
Check - wait
Speakin of bitches, you know
Check this shit out
Hoes don't know, man, hoes don't know
All they have to do is blow my socks off and go
And ain't no need to kick it, cause we're not goin out
No movies, no grub, no pancake house
I thought you knew the deal, i thought you knew who i was
I spring for the budge, so you can get a buzz
If you're a real cutie we can hop to the snooty
And i slap that and tap that and wax that booty
Just ask all your friends, they'll tell you the proof
Give your sole to the lord and hand me the boots
Cause i can make em scream, i can make em holler
Don't ask me for no change, cause i won't give a dollar
Cause bitches be trippin when you ain't got the ends
You ain't got the benz, well, you ain't got the skins
So i don't play the games, cause these hoes been tossed
Straight out, you little hooker, just blow my socks off
(gobblin up nuts, sort of like a humming bird) --＞ ice cube
(suck my dick)
(suck my dick)
Blow it, baby, blow it, then lick them nuts
Boy, you drive me nuts, socks fly when you suck
My ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-lingy, long like a slinky
Let me reach around and tease your nipple with my pinky
Tramp, don't front, i know you're out there skeezin
Kam said you do it like 'every single weekend'
Walkin round the club straight lookin for a trick
But tee'll never slip, cause i never trick my dick
Hoes try to flip sayin that i look tacky
Even though i'm dipped in a fresh pair of khakis
And got the nerve to say i'm bony and i'm phoney
Just because i won't take your ugly ass around my homies
Cause i know you wanna fuck the whole crew
First starvin and bobcat, wavey and pooh
So i don't play the games, cause these hoes been tossed
Straight out, you little biatch, just blow my socks off
(gobblin up nuts, sort of like a humming bird) --＞ ice cube
(suck my dick)
(suck my dick)
Like i said in the first verse, i can make em holler
And king tee won't turn down nothin but the collar
Not lookin for a lover, just a good dick sucker
Jimmy'll rise when i hear the lips pucker
Suckin and smackin, gaggin and slurpin
Grab you by the head, cause your tongue keep workin
A bitch'll stand up and say that she don't give head
That bitch'll suck your dick like she was bein cum-fed
So (blow me, blow me) even though you don't know me
(show me, show me) and then show my homie
And i don't play the games, cause these hoes been tossed
Straight out, you little hooker, just blow my socks off
(gobblin up nuts, sort of like a humming bird) --＞ ice cube
(suck my dick)
(suck my dick)
Yeah
Straight out to all them compton hoes
Ya know what i'm sayin
Bobcat's on the funky track
Tha alkaholiks in the house
And i'm out
12.Where'sa Hoe Sat(Cont.)
'warning..'
Ahhhhhhh..
Where da hoes at？ where da hoes at？
Where da hoes at？ where da hoes at？
Where da hoes at？ where da hoes at？
Where da hoes at？ where da hoes at？
Please can i go, huh, please can i go？
I don't wanna kick it in your pocket no mo'
I need some pussy bad, i need some pussy bad
And i don't give a fuck if the bitch is on the pad
Mr. applebaum, you gotta put me on
To fuck anita, pump up the bass and not the tweeter
Huh, i really need her, huh, i really need her
Or if you know another bitch then i would like to meet her
Huh
Where's the hoes at？ where's the hoes at？
Where's the hoes at？ where's the hoes at？
Where's the hoes at？ where's the hoes at？
Where diggy diggy diggy where's the hoes at？
13.Triflin' Nigga
{＊opening skit：man talking to girlfriend in car＊}
{＊while he's speaking, thug runs up and opens his car door＊}
{＊car door slams＊}
punk
{＊gun blasts＊}
'screamin!'
{＊second skit： argument between thugs over money＊}
{＊beatdown starts＊}
{＊beatdown continues＊}
I gotta leave this crazy place, but my feet won't budge
The niggaz always ask am i a crip or a blood？
I am what i am and that's all i can stands
I can't stands no more so i'ma scram
Sell me a couple of ki's and buy a crib far away
A place that the map don't say
Cause i'm gettin kinda timid, at first i was with it
Talk about jack moves, i did it
I took cars, snatched jewelry, and boy i'd run
With the colored rag over my gun
And there was times i had to pop fools {＊blam＊}
Because they didn't believe that the glock rules
When i say get out, get out! and i might not shoot
Then i'm off to put your dayton's on my coupe
But nowadays i have to figure
What goes around comes around for the triflin nigga
{＊third skit： g's discussing a hit＊}
{＊gun being cocked sounds＊}
{＊blam! blam! blam-blam-blam!＊}
Back in the days i used to stand on the block with my box
Watchin my boy run up to cars and sell rocks
He was young and bold, lot of money and gold
Kept a gat on hold in case suckers tried to roll
A car stops, he trots, yellin here comes the cops
He's only sixteen, but he's braver than his pops
His mother and father, smoke crack like i drink brew
Survival's on his mind so he serves them too
School isn't important, he's importin big packages
Across the border, a little shorter than a million quarters
All the women ride his jock like a jockey
He says 'i'm on top, there ain't a cop who could stop me'
But confidence, is his best defense
At night he carries a gauge he fit inside of his trench
He says 'a punk try to run up, i'ma pull the trigger'
What goes around comes around for the triflin nigga!
{＊fourth skit： a drug deal in progress＊}
{＊briefcase is opened＊}
I heard one-time wanna peel my cap
For the gangster rap to make niggaz start fightin back
But i don't even give a fuck
Pass the ak, and one-time better duck {＊automatic fire＊}
Cause i don't give a fuck about a piece of tin
And move on to the next motherfucker
Cops ain't nuttin but the klan undercover
And they be lynchin motherfuckers up nightly
That's why they need mo' motherfuckers like me
Cause i'm a triflin nigga
{＊fifth skit： passengers in a car＊}
out
insurance？
{＊blam, blam blam blam, blam＊}
{＊car peels out and takes off＊}
14.Black Togetha Again
And that's how we do
Smokin em muthafuckas
No justice, no peace then, mr. policeman
Save a life for your kids and your wife
No more donuts and coffee
And i'll be back once i get off these concrete streets
Infrared scope and i'm mad as fuck
I'm on the roof tryin to duck from the pigs, cause they suck
Pick em all one by one, cause they all got a strap
Tryin to beat us with the stick and the gat
Lookin at the news and now i see pals
Carlton, koons, hearns comin up sooner than he thought
It might be at a stop light or maybe at the station
Either way it go, i'm stilll makin bacon
Stuff him with a apple in his mouth, make sure he's gaffled
Tie his ass up and bring him back to my castle
Throw him in the dungeon, leave his badge and his gun
In the car, turn it upside down, burn it up
And let it blaze, all i got left is one guage
I slung all the ones that i brung from the gun
Store, i gotta get at least three more
And i could give a fuck what you think i got em for
And all the king's hoes and all the king's men
Go try to put this shit black together again
Come on
12 whites on a black, what's next？
Pull a man out his truck and get stretched
I got a grudge with the judge
Cause he don't show no love for chocolate fudge
He only likes vanilla
But we do all the work like cinderella？
And i'll be damned if i get paid at a minimum wage
While they afford to eat like a smorgasbrod feast
And leave us here down in the dumps
The place where donald trump would get his ass jumped
Slavin at mickey d's for 4 bucks and a quarter
And can't afford a big mac with a soda
The biggest crooks, the biggest thugs there ever was
Was the ones that they vote for and hope for
Quicker than a zig-zag, they got big bags
Fill em to the ceilin, now who's doin the killin？
Then they point the finger at the young male black
Workin two jobs, so he gotta sell crack
So all the king's hoes and all the king's men
Go try to put this shit black together again
Come on
Let's do it like the wild wild west
Take off your holster and your gat and let's scrap
But porkey the pig don't wanna get em up
Unless you got your hands in some cuffs
Will i break the law if i break your jaw？
Turn around take two steps and draw
And make sure your plastic kill
Cause i came to get busy for real
So when you jump in my fo'
Make sure you slam the do'
And no bullshit on my flo'
Cause all the king's hoes and all the king's men
Help put this shit black together again
And i'm audi
15.Bust Dat Ass
King tee：
I'm the man that'll bust dat ass, i'm the man that'll bust dat
ass
J-ro：
Naw, i'm the man that'll bust dat ass, i'm the man that'll bust
dat ass
(say what？!)
E-swift：
Naw nigga, i'm the man that'll bust dat ass, i'm the man that'll
bust dat
Ass
Hook：
I'm the man that'll bust dat ass, i'm that man that'll bust dat
ass
King tee talking：
Yo check this out. this is tha alkaholik crew. e-swift didn't
they say it
Couldn't be done？ they said king tee couldn't bring out the
alkaholik crew
(but we doin' it). yo, it's the fresh shit. the dope shit for
1993. tha
Alkaholik crew. i'm gonna bust out like this, here we go, come
on.
King tee：
Now bust it, i'm a try to freak it with the drums
Alkaholik funk, bass for the trunk
And i'm kinda crazy, stupid and hey i can do the nasty and drink
like a
Sailor
I'm real smooth, free from germs
Even walk away when my homie smokin' sherm
Cause this is how i kick it, hoes got to lick it
It's tha alkaholiks and j-ro is wicked
E-swifts mad, cause he got it bad
King tees phat and i sport a blue rag
For the little whips and the honey dips
It's gang truece so i put away the clips
Baby baby baby i might flip
Got to get it on, let my backbone slip
If i fall back then give me some gas
If you try to play me i'll bust dat ass
Hook (x4)
J-ro：
Put the mic down clown, you can't get down
Jump around stage like your name was charlie brown
When the kid is played out your rap record is finished
Deminish, you couldn't come strong if you ate a gang of spinish
Popeye, you could never drop by, you can never stop by
Cause you can never top i
I got to hold back now i'm out before your turf
Because i want it all like the nigger greedy smurf
It's time to scoop the wack up, e-swift bring the track up
(alright)
Punk you better pack up, cause the unit got my back up
You're a mic stand, got a steady woman
But i been in more sheets than the klu klux klan
I'm the j to the ro, and i want to make it clear
That you're rappin' like a queer so why don't you get on out of
here
With the alley cat coat wearin' hush puppy shoes
？ seen you with (punk you ain't shit!)
King tee and the liks blowin' up like gas
I bend your rhyme over, i bend your rhyme over
I bend your rhyme over, i bend your rhyme over
I bend your rhyme over, then i bust dat ass
Hook (x4)
Talking：
Tha alkaholiks, tha alkaholiks, i'm drunk, i'm drunk, tha
alkaholiks.
Straight for 93. rippin' shit up. tha alkaholik , now you join
e-swift
Hook
E-swift：
I fiend to get busy like a bee, check 1,2,3!
E-swift and tha alkaholik crew with king tee (baby)
Bangin' niggas out the box, drink my scotch on the rocks
And i'm makin' more hits than the motherfuckin' cops
I'm kickin' lines like tyson kickin' ass
Niggas can't laugh, i put your neck in a cast (whoa)
Yes, i'm the man with the skills to talk shit
And i'm back by the crew that none of y'all can get with
So back to the lab to fix your demo
Or get played like sega or nintendo
Simple as that, give me a beat that's phat
And watch a nigga jump on a motherfucker like cheese on a rat
It's strickly, dirty underground ass funk
That's busting out the weak 15's in your trunk
So don't be scared, be prepared when it hits
The average motherfucker can't hand with the liks
Hook (x4)
16.Tha Great
(really like to rock the funky beats) --＞ chuck d
The majestic great from the head to the toes
I ain't in a gang, i'm in my favorite clothes
But i can scrap with any enemies or foes
Cause i'm champion, just ask all my hoes
Please don't push, or you wish that you didn't
We're goin toe to toe, and it ain't no kickin
My moves are kinda slick and my punches be stickin
So put up your dukes, you little half-priced chicken
Don't brother-brother me, cause i ain't your kin
I'm aimin for the end, and i'm off that gin
Tee came to separate boys from the men
If i see another dance step, i'm shootin for the chin
I sag when i stroll, cause i'm known as a hood
I fuck real good, got trophies for the wood
Hub city hangin, i love shootin fakes
So bitch, make way for king tee tha great
Come on (say yeah)
(check it out y'all
You don't stop
Keep on) --＞ big daddy kane
Back on the block i got juice with the gees
I was writin rhymes while they picked up ki's
Yeah, i got homies that be throwin up b's
And i got family that be throwin up c's
But to the o.g.'s it's all about paper
Let's sling these birds and gangbang later
I gotta be the great, cause ain't nobody greater
A obvious rhyme would be e-swift is on the fader
Since i'm out west i bought a holster for my glock
And the fuckin bitches that's burnin in a cock
And lord forbid, don't let me see my pops
Cause it'll be a buck-buck, and another buck-buck
I don't give a fuck, he left mom duke stuck
No remorse, cause i love shootin fakes
So run, nigga, run, here comes king tee tha great
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