You Can`t See Me — текст песни (King Tee)

[King Tee]
I run that old gangsterism on the normal
The name is King Tee, I pack guns like it`s formal
With the utmost respect I be chillin
Knockin MC`s out cause I`m the best in this building
I be the G-R-E-A-T, plus majestic
Magical, radical, the technique is hectic
I, floss upon the scene in the front and back Caddy
Yeah, here goes Big Daddy, heh
In my trunk I keep a whole fifth of `gnac
in there with some extra hollow points for my strap
Cause I bust on fools, I shoot down fools that front
The last of the few with the funk
King Tipsy, who flips the, rhymes like I`m crazy
You know these artificial gangsters can`t fade Tee
The original G, from the C-P-T
I`m no joke on the funk fool, you can`t see me

To all my people with the funk.. (Yeah)
You can`t see me!
To all my people with the funk.. .. where ya at?
You can`t see me!
To all my people with the funk.. .. where ya at?
To all my people with the funk.. .. where ya at-at-at?

[King Tee]
Huh, I`m really into girls with fat cats
Hoochies, and hoes, and some hoodrats
I take `em to the Snooty Fox for the spin
but if they real proper, we hit the Comfort Inn
I grab a fifth of Tanqueray and some Squirt
A fat bag of chronic then we`re coolin like Levert
Turn on the porno flicks just to set the mood
Toss the bitch up and leave her ass in the room
Cause a bitch ain`t shit like Snoop told it
All I do is toss and let the next man hold it
I chill at the bar because that`s the spot
where a bitch`ll get ten dollars just rubbin on the cock
Yeah, Tee bein a trick won`t work
You won`t spend my money on no (??)
and that`s real, comin from a real-ass G
I`ma just toss yo` ass like a salad beatch, you can`t see me

To all my people with the funk.. .. where ya at?
You can`t see me!
To all my people with the funk.. .. where ya at?
You can`t see me!
To all my people with the funk.. .. where ya at?
To all my people with the funk.. .. where ya at?

[King Tee]
Now I`ma take the third verse to the neck
then ask who`s next and, ask who wrecks?
I bring Tha Alkaholik spirit to the room
Down two 40`s, then hit the boom
Release all your doubts cause, I`m what it`s about
The funky drunk man, in front with the stout
And niggaz wanna test the fashion
cause I bring passion, for those who`s askin
I don`t trip I just, hit the switch for the funk shit
I don`t fuck with the punk shit
I slang my rap like crack, and niggaz be cluckin
A quick blast for the buck
then they spark, and yo oh, peace to Mark
for the beat from Carolina to the Compton streets
They`ll know, the original G, from the C-P-T
I Act a Fool on the funk boy, you can`t see me

To all my people with the funk.. .. where ya at?
You can`t see me!
To all my people with the funk.. .. where ya at?
You can`t see me!
To all my people with the funk.. .. where ya at?
To all my people with the funk.. .. where ya at?

{*scratches ad-libbed to fade*}



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