[King Tee]
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Check this out
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Hey, I knew this nigga named Johnnie Walker
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A nightstalker, a big shit-talker
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Even though he liked a lot of vodka (say what?)
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he was from Tennessee, sprung off Hennessey
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Makin enemies fast - in L.A.N. they didn't play (what?)
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He got into a Tanque/tangle with +Ray+, he had on too much gray
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Ray had a Strawberry sister named Daquiri
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Johnnie politely her ass behind the back three
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Now, all four uncles E&J wanna tossi
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Martini and Rossi had to get the niggaz off me
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He got jacked for his Dana's, in other words
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(give it up nigga, give it up!)
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He caught the Nighttrain and blasted his Thunderbird
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with the pistol, him and Cisco, couldn't stand him
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cause he caught him lickin Brandy off his sister named Kandi
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At this point he had more bad luck than a trash truck
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He lost his girl, Remi spent his last buck up
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Remi caught him shootin game at Elayne, so now
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flowers and champagne don't mean a damn thang
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Remi ended up runnin off with Martin
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He was wanted for arson for startin fires in Carson
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So Johnnie hired a gun named Rum, and paid him
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151 and the job got done
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with a thirty-eight straight to the face
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He caught him in a six-pack and got they ass back
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Up close he made 'em post and broke all their glasses
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(?) and Rum threatened their families with matches
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He felt he needed more men just like Gin
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So he packed his strap and started claimin Silver Satin
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From then on in, anybody caught bailin
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down Seagram's 7 was bound to get sweated
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Except Bartyles and James, cause they was cool
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He knew 'em from school when they didn't bang and made moves
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Turns out, he never reached the top
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They found his ass at the beach "on tha rox"
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{*ocean, sound of seagulls, closing DJ scratch*}
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On Tha Rox
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King Tee |