King I'm the man that'll dat ass, I'm the man that'll bust dat ass
Naw, I'm the man bust dat ass, I'm the man that'll bust dat ass (say !)
Naw nigga, I'm the man bust dat ass, I'm the man that'll bust dat Ass
I'm the man that'll dat ass, I'm that man that'll bust dat ass
King tee Yo check this out. this is tha crew. e-swift didn't they say it Couldn't be done? they said king tee couldn't bring out the alkaholik (but we doin' it). yo, it's the fresh shit. the shit for 1993. tha crew. I'm gonna bust out like this, here we go, come on.
King Now bust it, I'm a try to it with the drums funk, bass for the trunk And I'm kinda crazy, and hey I can do the nasty and drink like a I'm real smooth, free from walk away when my homie smokin' sherm Cause is how I kick it, hoes got to lick it It's tha alkaholiks and j-ro is mad, cause he got it bad King tees phat and I sport a rag For the little whips and the dips It's gang truece so I put away the baby baby I might flip Got to get it on, let my backbone If I fall then give me some gas If you try to play me bust dat ass
(x4)
Put the mic clown, you can't get down around stage like your name was charlie brown When the kid is out your rap record is finished Deminish, you couldn't come strong if you ate a gang of Popeye, you could drop by, you can never stop by Cause you can top i I got to hold back now I'm out before your I want it all like the nigger greedy smurf It's to scoop the wack up, e-swift bring the track up (alright) Punk you better pack up, cause the unit got my up You're a mic stand, got a woman But I been in sheets than the klu klux klan I'm the j to the ro, and I want to it clear you're rappin' like a queer so why don't you get on out of here With the cat coat wearin' hush puppy shoes ? you with (punk you ain't shit!) King tee and the blowin' up like gas I bend your rhyme over, I bend your over I bend your rhyme over, I bend your rhyme I your rhyme over, then I bust dat ass
(x4)
Tha alkaholiks, tha alkaholiks, I'm drunk, I'm drunk, tha alkaholiks. Straight for 93. rippin' shit up. tha , now you join e-swift
I fiend to get like a bee, check 1,2,3! E-swift and tha alkaholik with king tee (baby) niggas out the box, drink my scotch on the rocks And I'm makin' more hits than the cops I'm kickin' lines tyson kickin' ass Niggas can't laugh, I put neck in a cast (whoa) Yes, i"m the man with the to talk shit And I'm back by the that none of y'all can get with So back to the lab to fix your Or get like sega or nintendo as that, give me a beat that's phat And watch a nigga jump on a motherfucker like on a rat It's strickly, dirty ass funk That's busting out the weak 15's in trunk So don't be scared, be when it hits The motherfucker can't hand with the liks
(x4)