King Tee - Played Like A Piano lyrics

[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?) 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 (what's up, n******g?), and yo ice cube, i heard you're a singer now, Man what's up? yo, yo... [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**. [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. [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.