King Tee's drunk again, yo, check this out, aww shit, aw shit   I wanna dedicate this song to all them motherfuckers out there   That, that, that perpentratin', perpetratin', perpin'tratin', wait, rewind   (Eh but yo, King Tee, man, what is this? What is this?)      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 bet      You won't run up, son of a punk and a bitch, too   I shoulda did a drive by on you and your crew   'Cuz y'all be poppin' some shit that's unheard of   For you, what's the word? Uh, 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      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      Yo, check this out, we got my homeboy   Breeze in the motherfuckin' house from the L.A. Posse   And he got some shit to holler   Come on, man, bust this shit      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 a couple 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 easily remain 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      This is just a sample of three black Nigroes   Who 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