[King Tee]
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Yo Pooh, let's.. drop.. some..
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Bass, to make the walls shake
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and vibrate the floor, just like an earthquake
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King Tee is back again, but with a new topic
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I wouldn't listen too close cause it's toxic
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A new format, complete with the tool
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Even though I transform, I stay cool
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For me to get taken, how would you figure it
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Right off the bat, if you thought so would be ignorant
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or just stupid, or cold dumb
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I play lead vocals, Pooh plays drums
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Keith does cuts, suckers get torn but
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I gotta break, here comes the horns..
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{*samples and scratches*}
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Bass, to make your heart shiver
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I know you, remember back when I used to wear silver
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but I gave it a toss, cause I was told
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that you're not a real b-boy, without real gold
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so I, went downtown to see
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how much is the thirty inch dookie
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It's quite a bit of money for a big gold chain
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Throw him a thousand then he hand me some change
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and now I'm cooler, in other words I got it goin
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Sway to the side, while I'm showin a professional skill
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that I put together with perfection
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I gotta clear my throat, punch in the horn section!
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{*samples*}
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Cause I need some BOOM, to crack the walls
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break the windows, shake the room
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When I'm done take my photo, this is how it go though
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King of cool lyrics, and I'm solo
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As a rhyme preacher, shoulda been a teacher
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Let the bass reach ya, and let it beat ya
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Never givin up cause I persist to be the dopest
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I wouldn't take it as a gag or a joke it's
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serious, bass drum kickin like a ninja
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You wanna dance to death, (?) send ya
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If you say that I'm the coolest I'll probably say "Truly!"
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But at this time I represent Keith Cooley
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{*samples and scratches*}
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Verse four, the part where I get it off
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then, try to rush it cause the studio costs
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I mean the main idea is BASS
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and you probably get a bruise when it's at your face, so
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don't get mad or either angry at me
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I'm just a lyricist, and my name's Tee
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The supreme cool kid who puts life in the mic
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I need bass from a drum, to hell with the pipe!
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Casanova Fly guy, funky fresh in the flesh
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and to those who don't you best believe I'm the best
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If it's fashion I'm flashin, just like the drums
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{"Hold it now.." - ".. here it kiddy come comes!"}
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{*samples*}
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Now Keith! (Yeah) How you livin homes? (L-l-like, like this..)
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Now everybody in the disco if you're feelin alright
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and you know King Tee's the MC of the night
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Don't front, get up, let me know what's happenin
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Keith does the scratchin for the King Tee's rappin
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I'm from Compton though, I travelled the nation
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and from every different state I get different condescation
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I'm the {k-k-king..} so just give me some space
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Back up and just let {cool drop that bass!}
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{*scratches*}
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{cool drop that bass!}
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{*samples*}
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Bass
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King Tee |