[King Tee]
King Tee's drunk again... Yo check this out, awww shit aw shit I
want to dedicate this song to all them motherfuckers 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 shit for the King's anthology
and when I'm done don't expect no apology.
Stupid motherfuckers shoulda stepped when I warned 'em.
I'm from the Boondocks of Compton, California.
I'm just anxious to whoop some ass,
I went to high school, but I flunked every class.
So what makes you think I give a fuck about respect?
I'll put your bitch in check, and I'll bet
you won't run up, son of a punk and a bitch, too.
I shoulda did a drive by on you and your crew.
'cause ya'll be poppin' some shit that's unheard of.
For you, what's the word? Uh... (wack!)... it's murder, son.
When I be crushin' your hood with a passion,
and I ain't talkin' that Action Jackson.
When I come you better run for ammo,
or get played like a fuckin' piano...
And yo, we got my homeboy Ice Cube in the house from the motherfuckin'
Lench Mob (what's up, nigger?), and yo Ice Cube, I heard you're a singer now,
man what's up? Yo, yo...
[Ice Cube]
Doh-Ray-Me. But I don't sing, mothafucker.
I kick shit with the King, mothafucker.
Ice Cube will clock the cash, rock the mass,
and if you run up, I'll sock your ass.
And watch that eye get swollen,
'cause I'm playin' punk niggas like Beethoven.
So bust a cap or swing and die.
Fuck Yul Brynner, it's still The King and I.
'cause 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 suckers,
last year I was Ruthless, now I'm Lynchin' mothafuckers.
And you'll see in a tree, MCs and crews.
Now they're lookin' for me, King Tee, and Pooh.
Now every nigga that crossed me's soprano,
'cause I played their ass like a fuckin' piano...
[King Tee] Yo, check this out, we got my homeboy Breeze in the
motherfuckin' house from the L.A. Posse, and he got some shit to holler. Come
on, man, bust this shit.
[MC Breeze]
Well, I'm-a take the mic like it was a jack move.