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Ahh, aww man
Suckers bite my stuff, man
Can't get no sleep, man
Yo, what's up, DJ Pooh?
Nice to see you back, man
For 1990, right, we finna do it up
But I want you to do somethin' for me, Pooh
You could do me a favor right quick?
Why don't you pump up the beat a little bit?
Right here, come on, Pooh, right here
Yeah, suckers, suckers
1990, Y'all, King Tee back on the map
We gon' tear it up like this
I wanna dedicate this song to all the L.A. rappers out here
Check it out
Well, I go one for the treble, two for my bass
Three, four, five just to stay on pace
Now that I got your attention, you'll be happy to know
That they call me Tee the King, but King Tee's how it go, so
Suckers, get your shit and get packed
Catch the next boat out, Supreme Teela is back
And I'm funky once again, so run and tell a friend
They said I wouldn't last, but I'll be here until it ends, yo
I'm the king at bein' cool, but get a load of this
They wanna label me "Best L.A. Soloist"
I couldn't be like that, but then again, I could
'Cause half of you MC's are no good
Anyway, hey, I got somethin' to say
Directed to every MC in L.A
You run up on the king? Hah, how dumb
You knew from the beginning, you should've brung a gun, son
'Cause I'll be shootin' the gift like it's a gift
Take the punks, light 'em up just like a spliff
Then everything's cool and copacetic
I wrote the book on bein' cool, oh, you read it?
How'd you like the part where I tell you how to walk?
The kind of clothes to wear that you should slang in your talk
No need to look around, 'cause there ain't no clone
King Tee came to take you home, come on
"You can make it"
"Don't turn away, I think you should listen"
"You can make it"
"Don't turn away, I think you should listen close"
I came to take you home
"You can make it"
"Don't turn away, I think you should listen"
"You can make it"
"Don't turn away, I think you should listen"
Now this tune right here allows you to get funky
Literally, you can do what you want, see
I'm more like the pilot or the driver of the scene
I'm somethin' that you usually dream, yeah
I'm manufacturing the slickest metaphor
Lyrics you're not ready for, hear it, I keep a steady score
Of suckers and motherfuckers who like to suffer
I wear big ropes and clusters
And I execute, never wore sexy suits
I wear khakis with a t-shirt and hiking boots
A rare fashion with the gangsta touch
Because Ballys don't mix and turtlenecks suck, but hey
I be crashin', throwin' an accent
Maxin' while I'm waxin' the boots with passion
Happen to be one of my favorite attractions
The name is King Tee, but the T's for taxin'
Phony MCs, them sucker punks wanna riff
Just because I wanna give the party a lift, you know
Build your spirit, expand your horizons
This particular production is mines and
E-Swift, the DJ E-Swift to be exact
Holds the hypnotizin' scratch, make the others look wack
So look all you want, 'cause there ain't no clone
King Tee came to take you home, come on
"You can make it"
"Don't turn away, I think you should listen"
"You can make it"
"Don't turn away, I think you should listen"
"You can make it"
"Don't turn away, I think you should listen close"
"You can make it"
"Don't turn away, I think you should listen"
"I think you should listen"
"I, I, I, I think you should listen"
"I, I, I, I think you should listen"
"I think you should listen"
"I think you should listen close"
"Don't turn away, I think you should listen close"
"Don't turn away"
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