[Intro: King Tee]
King Tee's drunk again...Yo, check this out: awww sh**, aw sh**, I
Wanna dedicate this song to all them motherf**ers out there that-that-that-
That-that-that-that (not again) perpentratin'...perpetratin'... perpin'
Tratin'. Wait, rewind. (eh but yo...King Tee, man, what is this? What is
This?)
[Verse 1: King Tee]
Some cool sh** for the King's anthology
And when I'm done, don't expect no apology
Stupid motherf**ers shoulda stepped when I warned 'em
I'm from the Boondocks of Compton, California
I'm just anxious to whoop some a**
I went to high school, but I flunked every cla**
So what makes you think I give a f** about respect?
I'll put your b**h in check, and I'll bet
You won't run up, son of a punk and a b**h, too
I shoulda did a drive by on you and your crew
Cuz ya'll be poppin' some sh** that's unheard of
For you, what's the word? Uh...(wack!)...it's murder, son
When I be crushin' your hood with a pa**ion
And I ain't talkin' that Action Jackson
When I come you better run for ammo
Or get played like a f**in' piano...
And yo, we got my homeboy Ice Cube in the house from the motherf**in'
Lench Mob ('Sup, n***a?), and yo Ice Cube, I heard you're a singer now
Man what's up? Yo, yo...
[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
Do-Ray-Me. But I don't sing, mothaf**er
I kick sh** with the King, mothaf**er
Ice Cube will clock the cash, rock the ma**
And if you run up, I'll sock your a**
And watch that eye get swollen
Cuz I'm playin' punk n***as like Beethoven
So bust a cap or swing and die
f** Yul Brynner, it's still The King and I
Cuz where I'm from the sun don't shine
So One-Time hope I only bust one rhyme
But I bust one more for the s**ers
Last year I was Ruthless, now I'm Lenchin' mothaf**ers
And you'll see in a tree, MCs and crews
Now they're lookin' for me, King Tee, and Pooh
Now every n***a that crossed me's soprano
Cuz I played their a** like a f**in' piano...
[King Tee] Yo, check this out, we got my homeboy Breeze in the
Motherf**in' house from the L.A. Posse, and he got some sh** to holler. Come
On, man, bust this sh**
[Verse 3: MC Breeze]
Well, I'm-a take the mic like it was a jack move
Run with the beat as long as the track moves
Hot as lava, organized like a seminar
Serve you, your crew, him, and them and a
Couple of rap-saps who think they can get bu*t
You slipped and sh**, so nitwit, just get the nuts
Stealin' your high hopes, watchin' you write notes
Better walk a chalk line, not f**in' a tightrope
Rap slicker, thicker, quicker than others, then I stop swift
Shift from 1st to 5th, while you stop to shoplift
Take the mic stand whenever the duty calls
If I bust a nut for every rhyme I had, I'd get blue balls
Serious as drama, I'm-a watch her say "Me too."
You're shorter than Michu, your rhymes are see-through
You're nothin' like GQ, transparent, I made it apparent
I'm here to wax and tax the incoherent
Cuz B-R-E-E-Z-E will eas-i-ly re-main to be-e a top MC
When you see me, I wear a beanie, and not a Kangol
Now you got played, like a f**in' piano
[Verse 4: King Tee]
This is just a sample of three black nig-roes
Who grew up in the heart of the ghetto
Doin' what we had to just to make ends meet
Some steal for a livin', some stand on the street
Just slang. Some gang-bang, but big deal
They say in Compton, you gotta k** or get k**ed
Mothaf**in' police pull ya over, slam ya down
Then tell ya that your hood is their town
And I ain't goin' for no sh** like that;
Cuff me up, take me to jail, I'll come back
Talkin' much sh**, cuz I talk what the f** I feel
A few weeks in the county ain't no big deal
So a punk like you can't f** with me
That big ballin'-a** n***a named King Tee
You think ya can? I don't think that you can, though
Peace to Ice Cube and Breeze, and the f**in' piano