King Tee You Can't See Me Lyrics

IV Life Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 You Can't See Me
  • 2 Super Nigga
  • 3 Duck
  • 4 Dippin'
  • 5 3 Strikes Ya' Out
  • 6 Down Ass Loc
  • 7 Free Style Ghetto
  • 8 Way Out There
  • 9 Let's Get It On
  • 10 Check the Flow
  • 11 Advertisement
  • 12 Dippin' (remix)
  • [King Tee]
    I run that old gangsterism on the normal
    The name is King Tee, I pack guns like it's formal
    With the utmost respect I be chillin
    Knockin MC's out cause I'm the best in this building
    I be the G-are-E-A-T, plus majestic
    Magical, radical, the technique is hectic
    I, floss upon the scene in the front and back Caddy
    Yeah, here goes Big Daddy, heh
    In my trunk I keep a whole fifth of 'gnac
    In there with some extra hollow points for my strap
    Cause I bust on fools, I shoot down fools that front
    The last of the few with the funk
    King Tipsy, who flips the, rhymes like I'm crazy
    You know these artificial gangsters can't fade Tee
    The original G, from the see-P-T
    I'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 cats
    Hoochies, and hoes, and some hoodrats
    I take 'em to the Snooty Fox for the spin
    But if they real proper, we hit the Comfort Inn
    I grab a fifth of Tanqueray and some Squirt
    A fat bag of chronic then we're coolin like Levert
    Turn on the porno flicks just to set the mood
    Toss the ***** up and leave her *** in the room
    Cause a ***** ain't **** like Snoop told it
    All I do is toss and let the next man hold it
    I chill at the bar because that's the spot
    Where a *****'ll get ten dollars just rubbin on the ****
    Yeah, Tee bein a trick won't work
    You won't spend my money on no (??)
    And that's real, comin from a real-*** G
    I'ma just toss yo' *** 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 neck
    Then ask who's next and, ask who wrecks?
    I bring Tha Alkaholik spirit to the room
    Down two 40's, then hit the boom
    Release all your doubts cause, I'm what it's about
    The funky drunk man, in front with the stout
    And *****z wanna test the fashion
    Cause I bring passion, for those who's askin
    I don't trip I just, hit the switch for the funk ****
    I don't **** with the punk ****
    I slang my rap like crack, and *****z be cluckin
    A quick blast for the buck
    Then they spark, and yo oh, peace to Mark
    For the beat from Carolina to the Compton streets
    They'll know, the original G, from the see-P-T
    I "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*}



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