King Tee

(Dancefloor, baby) Ha-ha What's happenin? What's goin on, man? Chillin Finna do somethin a lil' different, youknowmsayin? Got my man E-Swift in the house E-Swift, you wanna dance? Alright come on, let's dance now Bust it Goin out on the rhythm & blue

(Hello) I should diss you ( VERSE 1 ) Excuse me, lady, you're lookin real nice Where you been, I been lookin for you all my life So how's about lunch with a winner? Then again it's kinda late, so what's up with dinner? At my place or my place or my p

Intro: King Tee TalkingYo, yo, E-Swift you ready? Pooh you ready? Bul-al, you got that beat? You got that funky beat, let's do it man This is my new album, let's do it Bust a round Skit #1: DJ Pooh scratching QuotesLet's start it, let's start it Who?

.. it's at your own .. it's at your own .. it's at your own .. it's at your own .. it's at your own risk SUCKER! Yo! Whassup? Yo.. what's happenin, what's happenin? E-Swift, you cuttin the records nice boy DJ Pooh whassup man? We all chillin Yo, yo,

At Your Own Risk (Explicit) - King Tee I'ma bust it off like this for compton Yo! whassup? yo.. what's happenin, what's happenin? E-swift, you cuttin the records nice boy Dj pooh whassup man? we all chillin Yo, yo, j-ro's in the house, we all cold co

and that's how we do smokin em muthafuckas no justice, no peace then, mr. policeman save a life for your kids and your wife no more donuts and coffee and i'll be back once i get off these concrete streets infrared scope and i'm mad as fuck i'm on the

{*opening skit: man talking to girlfriend in car*} M You won't have to worry about anything when you're with me M cause I'm.. (?) reliable (?) {*while he's speaking, thug runs up and opens his car door*} T Nigga WHASSUP nigga? Get out the car nigga!

Christian Brothers man.. (Watch your manners man, what the fuck is wrong with you?) [King Tee] Check it out ("keep on") boo-yaow! Ah one-two, yeah bust it bust it.. What the fuck is goin on man? Ah one-two, who's comin through the door? Oh shit,

[King Tee] want to dedicate this song to all them motherfuckers out there that that that that that that that (not again) perpentratin'... perpetratin'... perpin' tratin'. Wait rewind. (eh but yo... King Tee man what is this? What is this?) Some cool

Intro: Ladies and gentleman, that n***a King Tee and the al-c**-a-holiks Verse One: J-Ro Pooh-butts play the rear cause I'm makin yapes The rhymes ain't no thicker than a, skittle grapes A lot of girls would like to thank me, for the hanky-panky On t

(well alright) oh shit many, many asked if i knew the way to go i thought i knew the answer, it seems i wouldn't, so i picked and i picked, for the label i searched i slipped and i tripped for the pop, it didn't work so now i take the stage of my wha

[pooh] Hey king tee since this beat is kinda rockin I'ma let you rap and get the suckers cold clockin So yo loc', hear the beat I'm displayin (yep) but now - "listen to the gui-tar playin" {*e. Sermon*} "listen to the guitar playin" {*

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 fo