King Tee (King T)

King Tee (King T) - Got It Locked Video Edit lyrics

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In the 80's when you was pushin Stadias
 I was rollin on Mercedes with the alias  daily
 Throwin up my radius
 Maybe it's why the ladies afraid of me
 Don't know what to say to me
 But she's intrigued by the diamond cut watch
 The black silk socks  the videos  and [edited]
 and buddha parties in the docks
 that's where the 80 foot yachts is
 And you can hear the bass for blocks
 Fool wet bar just to fade ya
 Left behinds keep blowin up my pager
 And it's a freaky scene, chains and whips
 Only bring the squeaky clean [edited] that came to mix
 with Tha Liks, the authentic, [edited] scented
 Limo, windows tinted, so you can't see who's in it
 There's no limit to how many mics get tore a minute
 If the party's crackin then I'm in it

 Chorus: repeat 2X

 We got the party locked down, whatchu wanna do
 Ladies wanna dance, homies do too
 Don't even bring a strap to this
 King Tee'll make ya clap to this

 Now you're rollin with the King, flossin with no flaws
 in the ring tossin to leave jaws in a sling often
 The scrilla peeler, cabbage clutcher, kitty luster
 [edited] toucher, [edited] hustler
 Rush the dancefloor, see a [edited]
 that make me wanna 'be the one with you' like Usher
 Plus the cluster, the type black in the bar back
 was cool, the front and the back was cool
 So we do, Cognac for two
 that make the King wanna Act A Fool (remember that?)
 Playa haters hot, cause I got, more gold than
 Willie Gault an' them, I ain't faultin them
 But Let's Talk About Sex like Salt n' them
 I won't end, you want in, let's not pretend
 I get the party hot like the cops walked on your block
 (Whassup?) Cause King Tee got it locked

 Chorus

 Some of y'all still don't know what King means, it means ruler
 Cas-tle dweller, old schooler with the wine cellar
 and a drawbridge, my troops got ya crew hostage
 While I'm gettin [edited] ? a sausage
 Y'all kids wanna know how the boss lives
 Crib, saucy like ribs
 And I got first dibs, soon as you crack the bottle
 Toss it back til it's hollow, mackin everything
 from hoodrats to supermodels, never subtle
 Save your rebuttal, you couldn't get play in a huddle
 So ladies tell your man tonight, you can't tonight
 He gotta use his [edited] tonight, I guess I planned it right
 We can smash out in the glass house
 Hit the hotel, pull the cash out
 I give it til ya pass out, then slide back to the spot
 Cause Aftermath and King Tee got it locked

 Chorus 2X
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Language: English

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