[Verse 1] Just another night in my Philly Will get dreams ain't worth a penny We celebrate life every night, toast a (?) I feel it in me, it's frustratin
It's Friday night on the streets of L.A. I'm goin' out, been hangin' 'round the house all day So, I take me a shower, dress like a big daddy Stop at the
He's not real.. (the devil) and she must die.. Die.. (he is the son of man, he is the son of God) {*beat drowns out whispered vocals*} [king tee] Three
I gotta get at least three more And I could give a fuck what you think I got em for And all the king's hoes and all the king's men Go try to put this
Christian brothers man.. {*burrrp*} excuse me (watch your manners man, what the fuck is wrong with you? ) [king tee] Check it out ("keep on"
Yo, what's up? King Tee's in the muthafuckin' house Got my homeboy Young Floyd in the house J-Ro's in the house But yo Now here's somethin' everybody
sort of like a humming bird) --> ice cube (suck my dick) (suck my dick) [ verse 3 ] Like I said in the first verse, I can make em holler And king tee
bust dat ass, I'm that man that'll bust dat ass King tee talking: Yo check this out. this is tha alkaholik crew. e-swift didn't they say it Couldn't be done? they said king tee
one chance at this You played me wrong, so I'ma diss you, miss For the fact that you thought that I could get done The K I N G Tee ain't the one So
just peel Yo punk I said right before I crash you in the grill With the ass of my glock, watch the blood spill Gangstas got love the nigga King Tee
stage of my what? 3rd comeback Now I know the tricks of the trade and where the slum's at Blows to the chest, buckshots from the guage Page after page King Tee
know not why Tee) I light that ass up like the 4th of July G, uh We got them, Sledge, [Unverified] ruff heads (Check the flow) King Tee's on the set
(See, look, look) I grab the mic and start breakin' down niggas Without no problem, broadcastin' live from the bottom Ain't no mic checkin' worse Kick
, the golden deejay with the knack to make a track To make you dance till your back snap Pooh on the drum, the cuts, mine K I N G Tee writes the rhyme
Ladies and gentleman That nigga King Tee and the Al-cum-a-holiks Pooh-butts play the rear ?cause I'm makin? yapes The rhymes ain't no thicker than a
.. "it's the joint!" [king tee] Yo whassup, it's king tee on the vocals I rock the coolest rhymes, from here to acapulco I drive a cadillac
royal King of Cool Rap And when I rock the joint, they be like "Who's that Fly rappin' nigga?" and rappers be like, "Pull the trigger Let's assassinate King Tee
To that bitch? Aw man, don't be talkin about my woman like that Oh, now you're gon' trip on me Wait, wait, hold up, hold up [ verse 1: king tee ] How
