(*yawns*)
Ah man
Suckers bite my stuff, man
Can't get no sleep, man
Yo, what's up, dj Pooh?
Nice to see you back, man
For 1990, right?
Finna do it up
But I want you to do somethin for me, Pooh
You could do me a favor right quick?
W-won't you pump up the beat a little bit right here, come on, right here
Suckers
Suckers
1990, y'all
King Tee back on the map
And we gon' tear it up like this
I wanna dedicate this song to all the L. A. Rappers out there
Check it out
(Don't turn away, I think you should listen) -- > mc Lyte
Well I'm the one for my treble, two for my bass
3, 4, 5 just to stay on pace
Now that I got your attention you'll be happy to know
That they call me Tee the King but King Tee's how it goes
So suckers, get your shit and get packed
Catch the next boat out, supreme Tela's back
And I'm funky once agaian, so run and tell a friend
They said I wouldn't last but I'll be here until it ends
Yo, I'm the king at being cool but get a load of this
They wanna label me best L. A. Soloist
I couldn't be like that, but then again I could
Cause half of you mc's ain't no good
Anyway, hey, I got somethin to say
Directed to every mc in L. A.
You run up on the King - huh, how dumb
You knew from the beginning you shoulda brung a gun, son
Cause I be shootin the gift like it's a gift
Take the punk, slide em up just like a spliff (*inhales*)
Then everything's cool and copastetic
I wrote the book on being cool - oh, you read it?
How'd you like the part where I tell you how to walk
The kinda clothes to wear, the use of slang in your talk?
No need to look around cause there ain't no clone-acapo
