[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



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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



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