King Tee - Just Flauntin' Lyrics
Hay-ya!supGot my homeboy jazzy ren in the houseThis is the mighty king teeAnd my homeboy dj aladdin is in the placeBlunt-smokin mikeAnd ima flaunt these lyrics right hereMoves - I got moves for the mindKind of weary but if you hear me, youll findNo one could conquer the kingdom I resurrectedPerfected this, watch out, theres a hecticMan on the stage, screamin out a page I wroteThe type of shit mcs wanna quoteAnd get broke off somethin real swellCause I can tell you try to swell when you bailBut you aint big, dont try to stick out your chestJust phantasize you bein the bestNot a clear picture, huh, not vividMediocre mcs cant deal with thisAnd what youre hearin now is tha great(is that right? - oh yeah, hes back, for havens sake)Yes, Im comin, Im bringin what youre wantinIt 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 sitPiecin up metaphoric bitsMy style is the quiet, cool gangster typeBut when the 40 hits, it gets hypeNiggas cant understand and tripWhen I be rockin that old school shitThat I used to play when I rolled like a professionalHittin side to side in my foFlauntin the technique just like when I speakMy words come above the average peakE 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 flickI aint goin out like a trickNo matter what you do, I always pop up, troop(like what? ) sort of like if I was wild rumourAnd this is how you pump it when youre livin in comptonCause 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 onNow homes! (what up? ) homes!I need headphones to hear the funky tonesNo more switchin, Ill pitch the ***** andNow were gonna swingWith the coolest kingThe imperialIm the one that makes you go buy your stereoSo you can hear me flowAnd bro, on the microphone Im a flexerYou got played, and on the mic youre a extraI go deep for the dope style and I stay sharpFrame my lyrics up like artMcs keep on runnin cause my tracks are stunninBack in 85 is where I spun, andUp jumps the crowned royal king of cool rapAnd when I rock the joint, they be like whos thatFly rappin nigga? ! and rappers be like, pull the triggerLets assassinate king tee tha greatBut faith keeps me on top of the cropWith a 40oz. of beer and a blunt full of potAnd this is for the suckers that be frontinIts king tee tha great, in 92 Im just flauntinBaby!Just flauntinI wanna say peace to my homeboys dj aladdin and dj poohMy homeboy mc jazzy renBlunt-smokin mikeYouknowmsayin?And we outta hereOn out
