King Tee - You Can't See Me Lyrics
[king tee]I run that old gangsterism on the normalThe name is king tee, i pack guns like it's formalWith the utmost respect i be chillinKnockin mc's out cause i'm the best in this buildingI be the g-r-e-a-t, plus majesticMagical, radical, the technique is hecticI, floss upon the scene in the front and back caddyYeah, here goes big daddy, hehIn my trunk i keep a whole fifth of 'gnacIn there with some extra hollow points for my strapCause i bust on fools, i shoot down fools that frontThe last of the few with the funkKing tipsy, who flips the, rhymes like i'm crazyYou know these artificial gangsters can't fade teeThe original g, from the c-p-tI'm no joke on the funk fool, you can't see me"to all my people with the funk.." (yeah)You can't see me!"to all my people with the funk.." ".. where ya at?"You can't see me!"to all my people with the funk.." ".. where ya at?""to all my people with the funk.." ".. where ya at-at-at?"[king tee]Huh, i'm really into girls with fat catsHoochies, and hoes, and some hoodratsI take 'em to the snooty fox for the spinBut if they real proper, we hit the comfort innI grab a fifth of tanqueray and some squirtA fat bag of chronic then we're coolin like levertTurn on the porno flicks just to set the moodToss the ***** up and leave her ass in the roomCause a ***** ain't shit like snoop told itAll i do is toss and let the next man hold itI chill at the bar because that's the spotWhere a *****'ll get ten dollars just rubbin on the *****Yeah, tee bein a trick won't workYou won't spend my money on no (??)And that's real, comin from a real-ass gI'ma just toss yo' ass like a salad beatch, you can't see me"to all my people with the funk.." ".. where ya at?"You can't see me!"to all my people with the funk.." ".. where ya at?"You can't see me!"to all my people with the funk.." ".. where ya at?""to all my people with the funk.." ".. where ya at?"[king tee]Now i'ma take the third verse to the neckThen ask who's next and, ask who wrecks?I bring tha alkaholik spirit to the roomDown two 40's, then hit the boomRelease all your doubts cause, i'm what it's aboutThe funky drunk man, in front with the stoutAnd niggaz wanna test the fashionCause i bring passion, for those who's askinI don't trip i just, hit the switch for the funk shitI don't ***** with the punk shitI slang my rap like crack, and niggaz be cluckinA quick blast for the buckThen they spark, and yo oh, peace to markFor the beat from carolina to the compton streetsThey'll know, the original g, from the c-p-tI "act a fool" on the funk boy, you can't see me"to all my people with the funk.." ".. where ya at?"You can't see me!"to all my people with the funk.." ".. where ya at?"You can't see me!"to all my people with the funk.." ".. where ya at?""to all my people with the funk.." ".. where ya at?"{*scratches ad-libbed to fade*}
