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Hay-ya! |
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'sup |
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Got my homeboy jazzy ren in the house |
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This is the mighty king tee |
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And my homeboy dj aladdin is in the place |
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Blunt-smokin mike |
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And i'ma flaunt these lyrics right here |
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Moves - i got moves for the mind |
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Kind of weary but if you hear me, you'll find |
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No one could conquer the kingdom i resurrected |
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Perfected this, watch out, there's a hectic |
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Man on the stage, screamin out a page i wrote |
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The type of shit mc's wanna quote |
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And get broke off somethin real swell |
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Cause i can tell you try to swell when you bail |
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But you ain't big, don't try to stick out your chest |
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Just phantasize you bein the best |
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Not a clear picture, huh, not vivid |
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Mediocre mc's can't deal with this |
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And what you're hearin now is tha great |
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(is that right? - oh yeah, he's back, for haven's sake) |
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Yes, i'm comin, i'm bringin what you're wantin |
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It might sound like i'm goin off, but hey, i'm just flauntin |
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(suckers try to knock him but they never succeed) --> w.c. |
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Back at home i got a throne where i sit |
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Piecin up metaphoric bits |
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My style is the quiet, cool gangster type |
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But when the 40 hits, it gets hype |
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Niggas can't understand and trip |
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When i be rockin that old school shit |
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That i used to play when i rolled like a professional |
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Hittin side to side in my fo' |
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Flauntin the technique just like when i speak |
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My words come above the average peak |
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E can get swift with a scratch |
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( *e-swift scratches a quote* ) |
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People keep askin: does king tee still have his coupe? |
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Or will he flip and make a song like 'knockin' boots'? |
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Come on, hop, picture that on a flick |
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I ain't goin out like a trick |
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No matter what you do, i always pop up, troop |
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(like what?) sort of like if i was wild rumour |
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And this is how you pump it when you're livin in compton |
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Cause it ain't about nothin but flauntin |
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(suckers try to knock him but they never succeed) |
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Yeah, i'm just flauntin' |
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(suckers try to knock him but they never succeed) |
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Break it down |
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(suckers try to knock him but they never succeed) |
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Come on |
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Now homes! (what up?) homes! |
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I need headphones to hear the funky tones |
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No more switchin, i'll pitch the bitch and |
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Now we're gonna swing |
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With the coolest king |
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The imperial |
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I'm the one that makes you go buy your stereo |
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So you can hear me flow |
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And bro, on the microphone i'm a flexer |
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You got played, and on the mic you're a extra |
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I go deep for the dope style and i stay sharp |
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Frame my lyrics up like art |
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Mc's keep on runnin cause my tracks are stunnin |
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Back in '85 is where i spun, and |
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Up jumps the crowned royal king of cool rap |
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And when i rock the joint, they be like "who's that |
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Fly rappin nigga?!" and rappers be like, "pull the trigger |
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Let's assassinate king tee tha great" |
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But faith keeps me on top of the crop |
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With a 40oz. of beer and a blunt full of pot |
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And this is for the suckers that be frontin |
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It's king tee tha great, in '92 i'm just flauntin |
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Baby! |
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Just flauntin' |
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I wanna say peace to my homeboys dj aladdin and dj pooh |
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My homeboy mc jazzy ren |
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Blunt-smokin mike |
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Youknowmsayin? |
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And we outta here |
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On out |
