King Tee's drunk again, yo, check this out, aww ****, aw ****
I wanna dedicate this song to all them mother***kers out there
That, that, that perpentratin', perpetratin', perpin'tratin', wait, rewind
(Eh but yo, King Tee, man, what is this? What is this?)

Some cool **** for the King's anthology
And when I'm done, don't expect no apology
Stupid mother***kers shoulda stepped when I warned 'em
I'm from the Boondocks of Compton, California

I'm just anxious to whoop some ***
I went to high school, but I flunked every cl***
So what makes you think I give a ***k about respect?
I'll put your ***** in check and I'll bet

You won't run up, son of a punk and a *****, too
I shoulda did a drive by on you and your crew
'Cuz y'all be poppin' some **** that's unheard of
For you, what's the word? Uh, it's murder, son

When I be crushin' your hood with a p***ion
And I ain't talkin' that action Jackson
When I come you better run for ammo
Or get played like a ***kin' piano

And yo, we got my homeboy Ice Cube
In the house from the mother***kin'
Lench Mob, what's up, ******? And yo Ice Cube
I heard you're a singer now, man, what's up? Yo, yo

Do ray me but I don't sing, motha***ker
I kick **** with the King, motha***ker
Ice Cube will clock the cash, rock the m***
And if you run up, I'll sock your ***

And watch that eye get swollen
'Cuz I'm playin' punk *****s like Beethoven
So bust a cap or swing and die
***k Yul Brynner, it's still The King and I

Cuz where I'm from the sun don't shine
So one time hope I only bust one rhyme
But I bust one more for the suckers
Last year I was Ruthless, now I'm Lenchin' motha***kers

And you'll see in a tree, MCs and crews
Now they're lookin' for me, King Tee, and Pooh
Now every ***** that crossed me's soprano
'Cuz I played their *** like a ***kin' piano

Yo, check this out, we got my homeboy
Breeze in the mother***kin' house from the L.A. Posse
And he got some **** to holler
Come on, man, bust this ****

Well, I'm-a take the mic like it was a jack move
Run with the beat as long as the track moves
Hot as lava, organized like a seminar
Serve you, your crew, him

And them and a couple of rap-saps who think they can get butt
You slipped and ****, so nitwit, just get the nuts
Stealin' your high hopes, watchin' you write notes
Better walk a chalk line, not ***kin' a tightrope

Rap slicker, thicker, quicker than others, then I stop swift
Shift from 1st to 5th, while you stop to shoplift
Take the mic stand whenever the duty calls
If I bust a nut for every rhyme I had, I'd get blue balls

Serious as drama, I'm-a watch her say, 'Me too
You're shorter than Michu, your rhymes are see-through
You're nothin' like GQ, transparent, I made it apparent
I'm here to wax and tax the incoherent

'Cuz B R E E Z E will easily remain to be-e a top MC
When you see me, I wear a beanie, and not a Kangol
Now you got played, like a ***kin' piano

This is just a sample of three black Nigroes
Who grew up in the heart of the ghetto
Doin' what we had to just to make ends meet
Some steal for a livin', some stand on the street, just slang

Some gang-bang, but big deal
They say in Compton, you gotta kill or get killed
Motha***kin' police pull ya over, slam ya down
Then tell ya that your hood is their town

And I ain't goin' for no **** like that
Cuff me up, take me to jail, I'll come back
Talkin' much ****, 'cuz I talk what the ***k I feel
A few weeks in the county ain't no big deal

So a punk like you can't ***k with me
That big ballin'*** ***** named King Tee
You think ya can? I don't think that you can, though
Peace to Ice Cube and Breeze and the ***kin' piano