[King Tee]
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Well it's the musically drunken King Tee, with the fifth of funk
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Guaranteed to make you jump like my 12 gauge pump, huh
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I've been around since the days of the Sugarhill groove
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Bust it out with "Act a Fool"
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When I was seventeen, made some mad-ass green
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Bought a six-fo' and some more gold things
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Had to play the part for the G's on the block
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so I bought a blue rag, bought a black glock
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Ran with the bunch that was out to get paid
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The Westside of Compton over where the dead laid
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On (?) and Central, where niggaz get mental
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for a dollar, makin punk niggaz holla
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I used to kick it on my front porch, drinkin some 'gnac
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while the homies stripped cars in the back
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Lifestyles of the short and broke
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Ain't worried bout shit, cause I'm a down ass loc
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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So break the nigga off when you come to my hood
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Cause the little B.G.'s, is up to no good
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Jackin motherfuckers for they Dana Dane's
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Got 'em jumpin out they shit like the House of Pain
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[King Tee]
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Yeah, a young man with the grown man's gun
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Tryin to stay full while he's livin in the slum
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I used to bang on fools like I was goin insane
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from a notorious Compton gang
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It's King Tee, strapped "IV Life"
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Cause I don't trust niggaz, I use the middle finger for the trigger
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Ease back, watch bullets, flock through the sky
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for the homies that died, and don't know why
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It's the crazy motherfucker with the hot-ass tec
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Makin hard niggaz hit the deck
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Lifestyles of the short and broke
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Ain't worried bout shit, cause I'm a down ass loc
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[Chorus]
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Down Ass Loc
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King Tee |