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