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(Well alright)
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Oh shit
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[ VERSE 1 ]
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Many, many asked if I knew the way to go
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I thought I knew the answer, it seems I wouldn't, so
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I picked and I picked, for the label I searched
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I slipped and I tripped for the pop, it didn't work
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So now I take the stage of my what? 3rd comeback
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Now I know the tricks of the trade, and where the slum's at
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Blows to the chest, buckshots from the guage
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Page after page King Tee takes the rage
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Lord have mercy when I pick up my pen
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Then I ask the Lord to forgive me for my sins
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Cause I get drunk when I get trucked ( *shots* )
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There go some gunshots, wait - I gotta duck
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(Get down, fool, get down...)
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What everybody runnin fo'? (Awww shit!)
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Can't take the plug of a .38 slug
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Can't take the drug from the teenage thug
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So I'ma break loose and do a flip-flop top
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And land on my feet and show a drunk tekneek
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(Couldn't walk a straight line)
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(Ladies and gentlemen, I...)
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(Couldn't walk a straight line if you let me crawl)
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(Leanin to the side)
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(I know I'm drunk, man)
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(Leanin to the side, people everywhere)
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(Well alright)
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(Wants to get funked up)
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[ VERSE 2 ]
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M-M-M-MC's seem to get souped when they group
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With a big name, but see, none of them is game
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For the royal, loyal, the one that stole yo
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Coupe De Ville when you thought you could chill
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On my street, with your freak, to freak me, the freak
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Played out along the week and fell steep in the creek
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So I'ma put my crown upon the peak
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And do it just for the thieves with the jeeps
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I know you feel scared, I got a criminal path
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For a laugh I watch devils get whipped by Shaft
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Pooh has a mack-10, E-Swift's in the Benz with a glock
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Takin some young girl's cock
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I grab that geno-St. Ides by the stack
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Never smoked crack, but I drunk a lotta 'yac
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Mostly by the cup, grabbin my nuts to the beat
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Hey yo, it's the drunk tekneek
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Drunk Tekneek
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King Tee |