( *yawns* )
Ah 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?
Finna do it up
But I want you to do somethin for me, Pooh
You could do me a favor right quick?
W-won`t you pump up the beat a little bit right here, come on, right here
Suckers
Suckers
1990, y`all
King Tee back on the map
And we gon` tear it up like this
I wanna dedicate this song to all the L.A. rappers out there
Check it out
(Don`t turn away, I think you should listen) -- > MC Lyte
Well I`m the one for my treble, two for my bass
3, 4, 5 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 goes
So suckers, get your shit and get packed
Catch the next boat out, supreme Tela`s back
And I`m funky once agaian, 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 being 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 ain`t no good
Anyway, hey, I got somethin to say
Directed to every MC in L.A.
You run up on the King - huh, how dumb
You knew from the beginning you shoulda brung a gun, son
Cause I be shootin the gift like it`s a gift
Take the punk, slide em up just like a spliff ( *inhales* )
Then everything`s cool and copastetic
I wrote the book on being cool - oh, you read it?
How`d you like the part where I tell you how to walk
The kinda clothes to wear, the use of 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)
(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
Or somethin that you usually dream
Yeah, I`m manufacturin the sickest metaphor
Lyrics you`re not ready for
Hear it, I keep a steady score
Of suckers and muthafuckas who like to suffer
I wear big ropes in clusters
And I execute, never wore a sexy suit
I wear khakis with a t-shirt and hiking boots
A rare fashion with the gangster touch
Because Ballys don`t mix and turtlenecks suck
But hey, I be crashin, throw in a accent
Maxin while I`m waxin the boots with passion
Happens to be one of my favorite attractions
The name`s King Tee, but the T`s for taxin
Phoney MC`s, them sucker punks wanna riff
Just because I wanna give the party a lift
You know, build your spirits expand your horizon
This particular production is mine`s
And E-Swift`s, the DJ E-Swift to be exact
Holds a 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)
( *E-Swift cuts up* )
(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)
(Don`t)
