Hay-ya Got my homeboy Ren in the house This is the mighty Tee And my DJ Aladdin is in the place Blunt-smokin' Mike and I'ma flaunt these right here
Moves, I got moves for the Kind of weary but if you me, you'll find No one conquer the Kingdom I resurrected this, watch out, there's a hectic
Man on the stage, screamin' out a page I The of shit MC's wanna quote And get broke off real swell 'Cause I can tell you try to swell when you
But you ain't big, don't try to stick out chest Just fantasize you the best Not a picture, huh, not vivid Mediocre MC's can't deal this
And what you're hearin' now is Tha (Is that Oh yeah, he's back, for haven's sake) Yes, I'm comin', I'm bringin' what you're It might like I'm goin' off but hey, I'm just flauntin' (Suckers try to knock him but they succeed)
Back at I got a throne where I sit up metaphoric bits My style is the quiet, cool gangster But when the 40 hits, it gets
Niggas understand and trip When I be rockin' that old shit That I used to play when I rolled a professional side to side in my fo'
Flauntin' the technique just when I speak My words come above the peak E can get with a scratch People keep "Does King Tee still have his Coupe Or will he flip and a song like 'Knockin' Boots'?"
Come on, hop, picture that on a I ain't goin' out like a No matter you do, I always pop up, troop (Like what?) Sort of like if I was wild And this is how you pump it you're livin' in Compton 'Cause it ain't about but flauntin'
(Suckers try to knock him but they succeed) Yeah, I'm just (Suckers try to him but they never succeed) it down (Suckers try to knock him but they succeed) on
Now homes, up? Homes I headphones to hear the funky tones No more switchin', I'll pitch the and Now we're gonna swing the Coolest King, the imperial
I'm the one that makes you go buy stereo So you can me flow And bro, on the microphone I'm a You got played and on the mic a extra
I go deep for the dope style and I sharp my lyrics up like art MC's keep on runnin' 'cause my are stunnin' Back in '85 is I spun and
Up jumps the crowned royal of Cool Rap And when I rock the joint, they be "Who's that Fly nigga?" and rappers be like, "Pull the trigger assassinate King Tee Tha Great"
But faith keeps me on top of the With a 40oz. of beer and a full of pot And this is for the suckers that be It's King Tee Tha Great, in '92 I'm flauntin' Baby, just
I wanna say peace to my DJ Aladdin and DJ Pooh My MC Jazzy Ren Blunt-smokin' Mike, And we here on out