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[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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