- King Tee Just Flauntin' 歌詞
- King Tee
- Hay-ya!
sup
Got my homeboy jazzy ren in the house
This is the mighty king tee
And my homeboy dj aladdin is in the place
Blunt-smokin mike
And ima flaunt these lyrics right here
Moves - i got moves for the mind
Kind of weary but if you hear me, youll find
No one could conquer the kingdom i resurrected
Perfected this, watch out, theres a hectic
Man on the stage, screamin out a page i wrote
The type of **** mcs wanna quote
And get broke off somethin real swell
Cause i can tell you try to swell when you bail
But you aint big, dont try to stick out your chest
Just phantasize you bein the best
Not a clear picture, huh, not vivid
Mediocre mcs cant deal with this
And what youre hearin now is tha great
(is that right? - oh yeah, hes back, for havens sake)
Yes, im comin, im bringin what youre wantin
It might sound like im goin off, but hey, im just flauntin
(suckers try to knock him but they never succeed) --> w.c.
Back at home i got a throne where i sit
Piecin up metaphoric bits
My style is the quiet, cool gangster type
But when the 40 hits, it gets hype
****** cant understand and trip
When i be rockin that old school ****
That i used to play when i rolled like a professional
Hittin side to side in my fo
Flauntin the technique just like when i speak
My words come above the average peak
E can get swift with a scratch
( *e-swift scratches a quote* )
People keep askin: does king tee still have his coupe?
Or will he flip and make a song like knockin boots?
Come on, hop, picture that on a flick
I aint goin out like a trick
No matter what you do, i always pop up, troop
(like what?) sort of like if i was wild rumour
And this is how you pump it when youre livin in compton
Cause it aint about nothin but flauntin
(suckers try to knock him but they never succeed)
Yeah, im just flauntin
(suckers try to knock him but they never succeed)
Break it down
(suckers try to knock him but they never succeed)
Come on
Now homes! (what up?) homes!
I need headphones to hear the funky tones
No more switchin, ill pitch the ** *** and
Now were gonna swing
With the coolest king
The imperial
Im the one that makes you go buy your stereo
So you can hear me flow
And bro , on the microphone im a flexer
You got played, and on the mic youre a extra
I go deep for the **** style and i stay sharp
Frame my lyrics up like art
Mcs keep on runnin cause my tracks are stunnin
Back in 85 is where i spun, and
Up jumps the crowned royal king of cool rap
And when i rock the joint, they be like 'whos that
Fly rappin *****?!' and rappers be like, 'pull the trigger
Lets assassinate king tee tha great'
But faith keeps me on top of the crop
With a 40oz. of beer and a blunt full of pot
And this is for the suckers that be frontin
Its king tee tha great, in 92 im just flauntin
Baby!Just flaunting
I wanna say peace to my homeboys dj aladdin and dj pooh
My homeboy mc jazzy ren
Blunt-smokin mike
Youknowmsayin?
And we outta here
On out
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