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