Iv Life

King tee:
Hey! here comes the funk of the future
And i can rock a rhyme from perquorma to hoover
The westside kid, quick to do a bid
Just watch me cock the glock and make room
Shit man i got a 12 guage with the infared scope
I found a tec 9 it use to be a radio
But now i'm a g, psycho, crazy
Fuck what you say and buck buck and i'm suazy
In my rag coup, front and back and it's quick
Punks with bump and that 3 wheel shit
Cause that's all you need when you need to be poppin'
Bust a u-turn on 3 wheels by the cops and
Damn if feels good to be triflin', you know what i'm sayin' cuz?
Who got the wallet, cause i'm buzzed
I got the black mack-11, sendin' fools to heaven
Get the fuck out my way, this is compton fool just...

Hook:
Duck!duck! i'm about to bust some rounds.
Duck!duck! i'm fiendin' to bust some rounds.
Duck!duck! yeah, i'm about to bust some rounds
Duck!duck!

King tee:
Yo check it, they be like "he's a maniac!"
Yeah, bitch ant that's real, get the fuck up out the car and just peel
Yo punk i said right before i crash you in the grill
With the ass of my glock, watch the blood spill
Gangstas got love the nigga king tee
Just ask 'em who's the great weight, just watch 'em scream me
Quick with the punch, rollin' like clunch
Coming with the real shit, runnin' with a bunch of crazy niggas with wires
Hammers and plyers, your money and your blood
Plus the daytons and them tires
I be goin' so low, you can't get under
Niggas can't see me, ask stevie wonder, blazed in the chronic
Bumpin' delphonics, and my shit's screamin' like that group onyx
But hey, i'm the man that'll bust that ass open
When i was young me bb gun even has a scope so...

Hook

King tee:
God damn it's king tee with the funky bumrush
Smoke a lot of herb, but i never hit the dust
I can wreck them efx cause i ain't got my check baby
This ain't no punk shakin' shit, i'm goin' crazy
I think i'm goin' out of my head (say what!)
I said i think i'm going out of my head, so e-swift
Since you rule in the cuts, give me the gun and just duck, come on

E-swift:
Yo, i got a black case but it ain't for the mase
It's for the 4-4 i use to blast you in the face
Cause i be actin' kind of triflin' like my nigga tela
Cock the hammer blow you out your socks and your filas
Which way did he go? which way did he go?
Niggas don't know, i got to play the down low
Punks jump up and get blasted to the ground
So motherfucker duck, i'm about to bust a round

Hook

Well it's a hot hot sunday jump up around a quarter to ten
Had to run and get this blunt that i left in my benz
I lit the shit and caught a early mornin buzz
And called my nigga e 'what up loc?,' 'what up cuz?'
I'm thinkin bout pullin out the trey for performance
And maybe hit a few corners
I let the batteries charge while the kids stood waitin
For me to hit the switch and floss the daytons
I tap my shit, yo, my shit was hot
So i drove her straight down to the wash spot
They shine my shit up real glossy
Suckers starin but my shit jumps like kriss kross g
So fuck what ya heard cause my trey does flips
The superclean three with the lifts
I guess i got my whole day planned and i'm trippin
Quick to hit the switch so let's go dippin

Let's go dippin, dippin through the streets (repeat 3x)

Now i'm rollin cocked up, flossin down the street
I took imperial to the beach
But before i arose on the scene
I saw the individuals rollin like a team
Drove a little bit futher saw mafia for life
Without a doubt everything was tight
But they gotta watch out for the king
Cause i can make my sixty-three sing
No pigs round, no i ain't no sucka
I'm doin sixty just hangin this muthafucka
More bound to the ounce is what counts so i show it
Even if it means i gotta total it
Swervin from lane to lane
A cadillac just ain't the same
If you don't know what i mean and ya sittin
Come on, get in, let's go dippin

Let's go dippin, dippin through the streets (repeat 3x)

I felt like cube cause today was a good day
For me to act the fool in my trey
I'm not worried bout a sucka tryin to stick and rob
I just buck em down with my thirty-odd
Creeped up to the beach, packed to capacity
Hoes walkin by 'hi your majesty'
I said i'm not young mc but what's the flava
I played it like troop cause i'm not ??souped??
I park my shit on three wheels cause i'm ill
Compton's on the set with the real deal
This one's for the riders all around the world
Dippin through the hood wit your girl
Bumps in the back, sunroof top
Niggas lookin crazy so i'm reachin for the gloc
Every hood knows where the blood and are crippin
Ain't nothin like a sunday out just dippin

Let's go dippin, dippin through the streets (repeat 3x)

[singers]
Let's get it onnnnn.. it's time to get down
Let's get it onnnnn.. it's time to get down

[king tee]
Huh, for your convenience i'm fully equipped with the madness
Plus i bring joy to the sadness
Mr. insane chose to bring the noise
I flex out the best out, and i brought my boys
For the function, wait bring the pumps and the bumps in
Niggaz wanna trip i got pumps in my trunk then
I rule all i survey, bust a move
Ain't nothin changed but the god damn groove
I bring forth fat shit on the money
Homies wanna trip but i'm chillin with the honies
My girl (?) and nikki nicole, gets papes
I brought sable just for old time's sake
The real ruler wrecks records, i mean wrecks wombs
But now i got the psychadelic tune
I dedicate this to my true black sisters
Niggaz bump this while they rollin on them twisters

[singers]
Let's get it onnnnn.. it's time to get down
Let's get it onnnnn.. it's time to get down

[king tee]
Yo i told you man i don't play around with the music
I'm funkdafied, blowin up acoustics
I'm rather remarkable when i kick the matter
Skilled in the field of rough grammar
I electrify and intoxicate the moment
I branch out and crush my opponent
It's +super nigga+ in the skies, wild mannered
Reportin on the sound, you got to gets down
Like i toldja, and peep you can write it in your book
Cause, yo - that's that shit with that soul train hook, yeah
The blackness gets stronger, the soul gets deep
Make room for the alkaholik sheik
I persist to be the infinite all-time great
I'm told that my name gained weight
Since the past, so hell, let me take it on the blast
Yo yo, pass the rug before i bust my ass

[singers]
Let's get it onnnnn.. it's time to get down
Let's get it onnnnn.. it's time to get down

[king tee]
Hey nig bust the funk, i feel somethin comin
+tales from the crypt+ or i might just be buggin
No propoganda, i stand outstander
A +outkast+, like them kids from atlanta
I perform microphone exorcism on rappers
I cast out the demon from them bastards
And oh nikke, you did the track, what's the plan?
Step to the mic and show these hookers how to slam

[nikke nicole]
Flash for a style, nikke is the picture
Open as i enter, i'd like to send a
Track that's fat, constant non-stoppin
From brooklyn to compton, my shit is stompin
.. i like to parlay on the ave
Every now and then smoke a blunt, sip a heineken
I know a king named tee, tha alkaholik
"i can rock a rhyme no matter how you call it"
Produce hits from the bassment
I make loops, if they're used, i replace 'em
Nikke nicole, the soul sound, bring the whole crew
We can all get down..

[singers]
Let's get it onnnnn.. it's time to get down
Let's get it onnnnn.. it's time to get down
Let's get it onnnnn.. it's time to get down
Let's get it onnnnn.. it's time to get down
{*fades out*}

[king tee]
Well it's the musically drunken king tee, with the fifth of funk
Guaranteed to make you jump like my 12 gauge pump, huh
I've been around since the days of the sugarhill groove
Bust it out with "act a fool"
When i was seventeen, made some mad-ass green
Bought a six-fo' and some more gold things
Had to play the part for the g's on the block
So i bought a blue rag, bought a black glock
Ran with the bunch that was out to get paid
The westside of compton over where the dead laid
On (?) and central, where niggaz get mental
For a dollar, makin punk niggaz holla
I used to kick it on my front porch, drinkin some 'gnac
While the homies stripped cars in the back
Lifestyles of the short and broke
Ain't worried bout shit, cause i'm a down ass loc

[chorus: repeat 2x]
So break the nigga off when you come to my hood
Cause the little b.g.'s, is up to no good
Jackin motherfuckers for they dana dane's
Got 'em jumpin out they shit like the house of pain

[king tee]
Yeah, a young man with the grown man's gun
Tryin 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 life"
Cause i don't trust niggaz, i use the middle finger for the trigger
Ease back, watch bullets, flock through the sky
For the homies that died, and don't know why
It's the crazy motherfucker with the hot-ass tec
Makin hard niggaz hit the deck
Lifestyles of the short and broke
Ain't worried bout shit, cause i'm a down ass loc

[chorus]

[dj pooh]
It's the p-double-o-h in the sky
I don't need a cape cause i'm already fly
Like a skydiver, a nigga got drag
Like a race car driver, plus i'va
Spit saliva, liver, than mcgyver
("bam!") bump mo' bitches than a drunk driver
Faster than a crackhead, mo' powerful
Than a loco when i gotcha in a chokehold
I'm here to rid the city of them wack-ass groups
Them wack-ass lyrics with them wack-ass loops
They fakin like gangsters, turn into a crip-tonight/kryptonite
They don't faze me, cause we can still fight
But look, it's all about comin (up) up (up)
Up and away without bummin
But a nigga don't need no wonderwoman, hmm, i wonder
Who she been shuckin and jivin and fuckin
Or some bitch named lois cause the hoe is the lowest
And she's whiter than snow is ("too much of that snow white!")
I think i'll fly back to the hood
Kick it with the homies where you know it's all good
I'll be the first superhero with a strap
I know i'm all that.. ("it's a crow, it's a bat, no it's..")

[chorus]

[rashad]
The super nigga boogieman is out to make a killin
So fuck wastin time leapin over tall buildings
Cause i can get loose like fluid
Like diarrhea - i can, run right through it
I see through walls, 'specially at the malls
Ladies dressing rooms is where my duty calls
A lot of super niggaz be trickin they powers
Givin hoes money, and flyin 'em flowers
(but can you think of one thing you ever gave a hoe?)
No cause we super niggaz, not captain save-a-hoe
So back on up look, i'll catch yo' ass so quick
And letcho' ass know we the wrong super niggaz to be fuckin wit
I flash like lightning, powerful as bombs
I flied back twenty years ago and fucked your moms
And now it's ninety-fo', ain't shit changed
But now you call me daddy, when you call my name
Cause youse a silly mortal, you ain't down for combat
I'ma super nigga, and you an uncle tom cat
When i'm rollin through the hood they wonder is he
The nephew, of aunt kizzy
Or dizzy gillespie, and the rest be like
"that's the guy that's super, the fat track mover"
So wack mc's come step to these nuts
And get your crews cut below half, nigga do the math
I'm the m-a-n, mayne
I got a fly bitch with an invisible plane
Me and her be doin some x-rated shit
When i get the skins, in the cockpit
She be callin everything from mommy 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 motherfuckers from the boondox
I bust the drunken style on my corner with the boombox
I'm badder than the baddest inmate at (?)
Retarded, but let me show you what this can do
Create fright, niggaz scared to touch the mic
I shock 'em, amazed cause the wino rocked 'em
The best yet to like really catch wreck on the scene
O.g. from the alkaholik team
I just scream (ahhh!) let my backbone slip
Gotta get it on then take another sip
Make it hip, a feeling mc's won't forget
Bust crazy rounds then load another clip (well bust it)
Like r. kelly, "my mind's telling me no!"
But fuck that, i kick the ill flow
And deep down, i know niggaz is jeal'
Cause i'm pullin all the hoes and dickin 'em swell
But hey, cut the crap, cause like herpes i'm back
To give you what you want, i don't front or skip rap
With the bo, ba-ba-bye, the wicked with tha likwit
I'm wild like a winner with the lot-to ticket
But kick it, you could grab a comb and try to pick it
The nappy head sound comin from the underground
Oh shit it's the great, the man with the strap
I know i'm all that.. ("it's a crow, it's a bat, no it's..")

{*whispered*}
Love me.. give me love..
Give me love food..
Give me love, so that i can.. kill..
Give me love, because i can.. kill..
He's not real.. (the devil) and she must die..
Die.. (he is the son of man, he is the son of god)
{*beat drowns out whispered vocals*}

[king tee]
Three strike you're out they're makin niggaz behave
No more slaps on the wrist gettin 90 days
Welcome to the next level, it's the new world order
Snatch ya like a tractor, might kill ya for a quarter
I put that on my moms, that's on everything i love
Nigga what? catch a l, make you cry like a dove
So sucka free is the only way for me
You don't get paid just for bein o.g.
We've been had, we've been tricked, we've been played
Right when we, went left, for what? we shoulda stayed
Stressed all the homies just to show they mean business
Rushed 'em with the quickness, killed 'em with the sickness
Tried to save his life, give him cpr, huh
Somethin for the lungs, fat african drums
So clear up your sinus and keep your nose clean
Khakis so hot it makes the one-time stop

[chorus]
Three strikes, you're out, then a nigga pays
We in the cage, black man is bein slayed
Three strikes, you're out, then a nigga pays
We in the cage, black man is bein slayed

[king tee]
Get with the lyrical miracle whippin up
Gingerbread cookies out you rookies, huh
I can't stands no more, grab the floor
Hit the deck when i let loose the tec (c'mon)
'nique, freak any beat nigga
Westside 106 (?) street, uhh
The loco's, chocolate like cocoa
Get your punk-ass balled up in the trash (ahh!)
You stepped on my stars, motherfucker say sorry
This wild style's like lion country safari
This is for my loc's back at the ponderosa
Check my file, bring it to trial
Get with that new, ninety-fo' shit
Yes it's funky like a jackass, don't even trip
I got pages and pages of metaphoric phrases
Too complex for the human eye to catch
It's the, gangsta boogie, do you want a example
Or do you just wanna taste a sample?
Out of control, gone, warped, zoned, toned
Hand me the heater, i need the speakers
Sparks, flames, no name but peep game
Smoke like a choo-choo train
It's the criminal minded nigga king tee
With the westside riders, comin creepin crawlin like spiders
We've been bit by the dog, call the catcher stretcher
Judge fletcher betcha, raise your blood pressure
The unsolved mystery, mixed up our history
Put us in the twist, we no longer exist, like
.. dinosaurs dissapeared, then it's like
.. mine and yours dissapear, so it's like
Servin soon, here comes your doom
Right when the world go ka-boom, so am i
Sane, or, sick in the brain?
Or do everybody style sound the same? (yep)

[chorus] - 2x

[outro]
Yeahh... beat terrorist.. (?)
Tr, the funk ignitor
My nigga king tee with the funky west shit right?
Check this out..
Beat terrorist, beat terrorist, beat terrorist, beat terrorist, (?)