Текст песни King Tee f Alkaholiks, MC Breeze, Xzibit - King Tee IV Life
King Tee f Alkaholiks, MC Breeze, Xzibit - King Tee IV Life слова песни
Verse One: Xzibit(See look look)I grab the mic and start breakin down niggaswit out no problembroadcastin live from the bottom/aint no mic checkin worse/kick some rhymes if you got/but if it`s wackI draw back the cap for the peelinshould of stuck to rock dealincuz it`s the blood stealin/super vill..chill..stayin high like the ceilinsee there aint enough room for the both of ussee it`s a showdown/throw downyour best style I`ll bust(yo)I write rhymes that make niggas throw they sets upcouldn`t hold my style if you had a pair of handcuffsIn all disrespectI`ll snatch you by your neckand do a suplex and stepso nigga you can check my credentialsjust hard rhymes and instrumentalsXzhibit smash you wit a dentaland a loaded pistolno longer lookin in the windowI`ll bust a field wit indokillin quarts of beerSadie`s outta here...Verse Two: MC BreezeLike a fuze/start spreadin the newsits 94 and Breeze is givin niggas the bluesI paid my dues/and now it`s time to go on to the next modemake room for the kaboom/cuz I`m about to explodeand drop bombs like a B1/cops I seize noneand niggas step up/I soak emcseason3 seconds to detinate/you betta evacuateno time to hesitate/you fuckin featherweightI aint the type to pic up the micand catch the stage frightI`ll pull a gauge if I aint paid rightto the promoters on tourshort me a buck and a buckshot and the barrel is yours!I`m psycho pathic like Mansonaint wit the dancinbut still I get more Cheers than Ted Dansonmore dough than Marino or roles than Pacinoyou beatin me? that`s only in your dreams hoI`m not sayin I`m unbeatable/I`m sayin I`m untouchablelivin comfortable just like a Huxtableplus I`m rollin wit the cross roadsmovin fast foward/while you other suckasstuck in a pause modeI goes deep like a great whitebut I`m a stay blackno matter how high the pay stacksor if my rep gets biggeryou might get take this nigga out the ghettobut not the ghetto out this nigga.....Verse Three: J-Ro, TashFor the balls basketballsmicrophones gassin grass(hey)some of the few things J-Ro likes to pass93 mandingo/94 I`m the pharoahcuz I`m b-bbad to the bone marrowI get wildwit more styles than the martial artsI need weedI roll more grass than golf cartsApril 92 you no the Ro was a looternow I`m writin raps on my lab-top computerJ-Ro the tittie fiend/rap dean/wearin greenbeen on the scene/since the age of 13I learned I had to earn the micnow`s my turnI got Furious Styles like Larry Fishburne...Wit da bitches tunin me inlike it`s the Young and the Restlessnext up to bust my shitfrom the L-I-K-S`syes it`s the freshestwit lyrics rough around the edgesI`ll smoke you on the miclike a pack of Benson HedgesBut..hold up waitI`ll bust rhymes that`ll circulatethat`ll wake yo punk ass up like MC Eihtcuz I be rockin rhymes since the roof was on fireso point me to the bitch who`s the dopest butterflyerI`ll make her break it down like she Patra when I catch yaBroadway is on the tables while I throw these lyrica atchaso....slow down before ya fuck wit my sound