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