Текст песни King Tee f Ice Cube, MC Breeze - At Your Own Risk
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[King Tee] King Tee`s drunk again...Yo, check this out: awww shit, aw shit, Iwanna dedicate this song to all them motherfuckers out there that-that-that-that-that-that-that (not again) perpentratin`...perpetratin`... perpin`tratin`. Wait, rewind. (eh but yo...King Tee, man, what is this? What isthis?)Some cool shit for the King`s anthology,and when I`m done, don`t expect no apology.Stupid motherfuckers shoulda stepped when I warned `em.I`m from the Boondocks of Compton, California.I`m just anxious to whoop some ass,I went to high school, but I flunked every class.So what makes you think I give a fuck about respect?I`ll put your bitch in check, and I`ll betyou won`t run up, son of a punk and a bitch, too.I shoulda did a drive by on you and your crew.Cuz ya`ll be poppin` some shit that`s unheard of.For you, what`s the word? Uh...(wack!)...it`s murder, son.When I be crushin` your hood with a passion,and I ain`t talkin` that Action Jackson.When I come you better run for ammo,or get played like a fuckin` piano... And yo, we got my homeboy Ice Cube in the house from the motherfuckin`Lench Mob (what`s up, nigger?), and yo Ice Cube, I heard you`re a singer now,man what`s up? Yo, yo...[Ice Cube]Do-Ray-Me. But I don`t sing, mothafucker.I kick shit with the King, mothafucker.Ice Cube will clock the cash, rock the mass,and if you run up, I`ll sock your ass.And watch that eye get swollen,cuz I`m playin` punk niggas like Beethoven.So bust a cap or swing and die.Fuck Yul Brynner, it`s still The King and I.Cuz where I`m from the sun don`t shine,so One-Time hope I only bust one rhyme.But I bust one more for the suckers,last year I was Ruthless, now I`m Lenchin` mothafuckers.And you`ll see in a tree, MCs and crews.Now they`re lookin` for me, King Tee, and Pooh.Now every nigga that crossed me`s soprano,cuz I played their ass like a fuckin` piano... [King Tee] Yo, check this out, we got my homeboy Breeze in themotherfuckin` house from the L.A. Posse, and he got some shit to holler. Comeon, man, bust this shit.[MC Breeze]Well, I`m-a take the mic like it was a jack move.Run with the beat as long as the track moves.Hot as lava, organized like a seminar,serve you, your crew, him, and them and acouple of rap-saps who think they can get butt.You slipped and shit, so nitwit, just get the nuts.Stealin` your high hopes, watchin` you write notes,better walk a chalk line, not fuckin` a tightrope.Rap slicker, thicker, quicker than others, then I stop swift.Shift from 1st to 5th, while you stop to shoplift.Take the mic stand whenever the duty calls,if I bust a nut for every rhyme I had, I`d get blue balls.Serious as drama, I`m-a watch her say "Me too."You`re shorter than Michu, your rhymes are see-through.You`re nothin` like GQ, transparent, I made it apparent.I`m here to wax and tax the incoherent.Cuz B-R-E-E-Z-E will eas-i-ly re-main to be-e a top MC.When you see me, I wear a beanie, and not a Kangol.Now you got played, like a fuckin` piano.[King Tee]This is just a sample of three black Nig-roeswho grew up in the heart of the ghetto.Doin` what we had to just to make ends meet,some steal for a livin`, some stand on the street,just slang. Some gang-bang, but big deal.They say in Compton, you gotta kill or get killed.Mothafuckin` police pull ya over, slam ya down,then tell ya that your hood is their town.And I ain`t goin` for no shit like that;cuff me up, take me to jail, I`ll come back.Talkin` much shit, cuz I talk what the fuck I feel,a few weeks in the county ain`t no big deal.So a punk like you can`t fuck with me,that big ballin`-ass nigga named King Tee.You think ya can? I don`t think that you can, though.Peace to Ice Cube and Breeze, and the fuckin` piano.