on, we the only niggas to bust" No diggity, I know how niggas be around town But when they talkin bout mashin on a homie, I gots to stay down [CHORUS
puffin' with my niggas down south I'm coming out All you fake G's stay home Leave that shit alone front and back, 98 brougham King Tee's back on the throne
It's already understood, I got the money and the power I'ma grab the baby powder, under shirt and white tee My Dickies, fitted cap and white one's that
lotta hydro Only describe us as soldier survivors Stay laced in the best, well dressed with finesse In a white tee lookin' for wifey Thug girl who fly
down while you see da spreewells spin now see we choppin it up got the henny in da cup clean white tee tucked and i aint givin it a f*** king diamonds
hip hop Before Biggie and 2pac got shot, there was Scott La Rock Before we even learned to make beats, we was in the basement Freestylin', to 45 King
but I ain't talking 'bout medicine I'm cold as an Eskimo, throwed from my head to toe The white tee fresh but it starts in my denims though Yeah and if I pull down
an' switchin' swords T-shirt stravaganza, franchize the white tee boyz Self made, self paid we latch around in our white tee Ashy black shirt well get down in ya brown tee
royal King of Cool Rap And when I rock the joint, they be like "Who's that Fly rappin' nigga?" and rappers be like, "Pull the trigger Let's assassinate King Tee
't come close with what I got goin' What I be doin', what I be showin' How I be conquerin' and how I keep rulin' What makes the King Tee stay so cool
' to stay full while he's livin' in the slum I used to bang on fools like I was goin' insane From a notorious Compton gang It's King Tee, strapped "IV
got big lips But as I walk by your girl she wanna ride king's tip Going down in fame just remember my name Not a sapoe with a Afro A king with a brain
to jesus Just ask the homies, cause them niggaz can see us Cause them super niggaz too, from the crew So please stay tuned, for more adventures of.. a super nigga [chorus] [king tee] Mr. insane king tee
t walk down the street Can't walk down the stree without my gun) [ female voice ] Now you know this just don't make no kinda sense [ verse 3: king tee
Just a slave like Flavor Flav, "You're blind to the facts" Mr. X to the Z, Tha Liks and King Tee Guaranteed to bring the house down naturally Niggas
you down wit a baseball bat (That chain, fugazy, you ain't stylin' nigga) There he go, hoppin' out the G5 Wagon G-coated, Ree's, Baud's and Tee's swaggin
us as soldier survivors Stay laced in the best, well dressed with finesse In a white tee lookin' for wifie Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely Put