[King Tee]
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I run that old gangsterism on the normal
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The name is King Tee, I pack guns like it's formal
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With the utmost respect I be chillin
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Knockin MC's out cause I'm the best in this building
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I be the G-R-E-A-T, plus majestic
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Magical, radical, the technique is hectic
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I, floss upon the scene in the front and back Caddy
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Yeah, here goes Big Daddy, heh
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In my trunk I keep a whole fifth of 'gnac
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in there with some extra hollow points for my strap
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Cause I bust on fools, I shoot down fools that front
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The last of the few with the funk
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King Tipsy, who flips the, rhymes like I'm crazy
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You know these artificial gangsters can't fade Tee
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The original G, from the C-P-T
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I'm no joke on the funk fool, you can't see me
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"To all my people with the funk.." (Yeah)
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You can't see me!
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"To all my people with the funk.." ".. where ya at?"
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You can't see me!
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"To all my people with the funk.." ".. where ya at?"
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"To all my people with the funk.." ".. where ya at-at-at?"
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[King Tee]
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Huh, I'm really into girls with fat cats
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Hoochies, and hoes, and some hoodrats
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I take 'em to the Snooty Fox for the spin
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but if they real proper, we hit the Comfort Inn
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I grab a fifth of Tanqueray and some Squirt
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A fat bag of chronic then we're coolin like Levert
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Turn on the porno flicks just to set the mood
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Toss the bitch up and leave her ass in the room
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Cause a bitch ain't shit like Snoop told it
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All I do is toss and let the next man hold it
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I chill at the bar because that's the spot
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where a bitch'll get ten dollars just rubbin on the cock
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Yeah, Tee bein a trick won't work
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You won't spend my money on no (??)
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and that's real, comin from a real-ass G
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I'ma just toss yo' ass like a salad beatch, you can't see me
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"To all my people with the funk.." ".. where ya at?"
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You can't see me!
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"To all my people with the funk.." ".. where ya at?"
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You can't see me!
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"To all my people with the funk.." ".. where ya at?"
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"To all my people with the funk.." ".. where ya at?"
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[King Tee]
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Now I'ma take the third verse to the neck
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then ask who's next and, ask who wrecks?
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I bring Tha Alkaholik spirit to the room
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Down two 40's, then hit the boom
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Release all your doubts cause, I'm what it's about
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The funky drunk man, in front with the stout
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And niggaz wanna test the fashion
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cause I bring passion, for those who's askin
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I don't trip I just, hit the switch for the funk shit
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I don't fuck with the punk shit
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I slang my rap like crack, and niggaz be cluckin
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A quick blast for the buck
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then they spark, and yo oh, peace to Mark
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for the beat from Carolina to the Compton streets
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They'll know, the original G, from the C-P-T
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I "Act a Fool" on the funk boy, you can't see me
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"To all my people with the funk.." ".. where ya at?"
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You can't see me!
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"To all my people with the funk.." ".. where ya at?"
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You can't see me!
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"To all my people with the funk.." ".. where ya at?"
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"To all my people with the funk.." ".. where ya at?"
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{*scratches ad-libbed to fade*}
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You Can't See Me
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King Tee |