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King Tee - Diss you

Tekst :

(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 place or my place
By the fireplace or the candle light
About 7, or make that 8 o clock tonight
Make up your mind, let s wine and dine
Get with me or back up off my line
Cause I can t wait for you to call me
You re steppin on your suit the very second you saw me
I thought you said that I m the only one
That can send chills up and down your - ehm
Gold rings and estate, too
(Hello, is this you?)
Man, I should diss you

Yo, I been waitin all night long
And you didn t even ring my phone
I should diss you

Since you tried to play me like booty
I just feel that it s my duty
I should diss you

So don t give me no excuse
But before I cut you loose
I should diss you

And there s nothin you can say
And there s nothin you can do
I ma diss you
I ma diss you

Diss you

[ VERSE 2 ]
You claimed you would stick like SuperGlue
But you re low, down and dirty, so I m dissin you
Yeah, I m dissin you, I won t be missin you
I won t be kissin you, I hope you re listenin, too
Cause I realized that I m real fly
So (see ya) later (bye)
Cause you only get one chance at this
You played me wrong, so I ma diss you, miss
For the fact that you thought that I could get done
The K-i-n-g Tee ain t the one
So miss me with all that stuff you re talkin
I know you re sorry, but keep on walkin
On about your business, I m almost finished
Tyin up loose ends, and
Let the door hitcha where the dog should bitcha
Even though I should dissed you

I shoulda dissed you

King Tee - Check the flow

Tekst :

[Chorus]
We got them, Sledge, (?) ruff heads (check the flow)
King Tee s on the set (check the flow)
When niggaz try to get high-tech (check the flow)
The dialect s on the flex

[Sledge]
Watch this, when I shine I bring rain
Clouds, bust storms, yo, this ain t the norm
When I perform, I get you up out your seat
Get down with the real deal skills, then chill
Then show your ass how to get amped, then lamp
Stretch, flex, then tackle what s next
Cause MC s, that luck up, need to hush up
who can t brush up, on their rap style, shut the fuck up
Then duck from the one that gets buck-wild
I chop your ass in half, with a smile
Big grin, all teeth, for those who got beef
Fuckin with me ock, you re six feet deep
Down in the ground, alone with no sound
while I m up here CHILLIN, top billin
And illin, on all those, who oppose
I wanna take one more shot, strike a pose, uhh!

[Chorus]

[King Tee]
Smash, here comes the one that talks trash
to garbage MC s, who try to diss me
and my crew - the ill ville animal cannibal
backbreakers, government amputators
Bounce to this if you think you know the hits
And all you gassed-up critics, put the brakes on the shit
Cause I m tired of this, and I m tired of that
Motherfuckers sayin King Tee s shit was wack
But in fact, my rhymes crack backs and make money stacks
by the truckload, now let s go for the gold
So strap on your seatbelt yo and let s go
And get down, to the sound that burns quick
Cause I m about to burn rubber, on this number
and any MC who claims his style is legit
Suckers wanna try me? (I know not why Tee)
I light that ass up like the 4th of July G, uhh!

[Chorus]

[T] Check the flow, check the flow, check the flow yo
[S] Check the flow, check the flow, check the flow yo
[T] Check the flow, check the flow, check the flow yo
[S] Check the flow, check the flow, check the flow

[Sledge]
Capital S-L, crooked letter humpback fuck that
thump that, shit that s never wack
Cause this goes out too all the niggaz that we rushin
To hear the shit I m bustin over ruptured percussion
It ain t my fault that I m layin niggaz down like asphault
and blow your ass away like chalk, dust
Then crush your monkey-ass unto the side
Cause wrecked dialect is causin lyrical genocide

[King Tee]
I stress facts like IRS wants tax
from anyone claimin that they re livin, kind of fat
You see, I could get sick in the thick of shit
I turn my toes up, when it goes up, my foe s butt
Hey nigga back-steps, even you can get hit
I m more crankier than a bitch on the shit!
Niggaz get heated cause they just got defeated
by the two man team, the Sledge and the King, uhh!

[Chorus]

King Tee - Blow my sox off

Tekst :

(Suck my dick)

Yeah
Check it out y all
I see Tha Alkaholiks just stepped in the house
In the middle of vocals
Check this out
Bobcat s in the house
Big Mac s in the house
And all the bitches in -
Check - wait
Speakin of bitches, you know
Check this shit out

[ VERSE 1 ]
Hoes don t know, man, hoes don t know
All they have to do is blow my socks off and go
And ain t no need to kick it, cause we re not goin out
No movies, no grub, no pancake house
I thought you knew the deal, I thought you knew who I was
I spring for the budge, so you can get a buzz
If you re a real cutie we can hop to the snooty
And I slap that and tap that and wax that booty
Just ask all your friends, they ll tell you the proof
Give your sole to the lord and hand me the boots
Cause I can make em scream, I can make em holler
Don t ask me for no change, cause I won t give a dollar
Cause bitches be trippin when you ain t got the ends
You ain t got the Benz, well, you ain t got the skins
So I don t play the games, cause these hoes been tossed
Straight out, you little hooker, just blow my socks off

(Gobblin up nuts, sort of like a humming bird) --> Ice Cube
(Suck my dick)
(Suck my dick)

[ VERSE 2 ]
Blow it, baby, blow it, then lick them nuts
Boy, you drive me nuts, socks fly when you suck
My ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-lingy, long like a slinky
Let me reach around and tease your nipple with my pinky
Tramp, don t front, I know you re out there skeezin
Kam said you do it like every single weekend
Walkin round the club straight lookin for a trick
But Tee ll never slip, cause I never trick my dick
Hoes try to flip sayin that I look tacky
Even though I m dipped in a fresh pair of khakis
And got the nerve to say I m bony and I m phoney
Just because I won t take your ugly ass around my homies
Cause I know you wanna fuck the whole crew
First Starvin and Bobcat, Wavey and Pooh
So I don t play the games, cause these hoes been tossed
Straight out, you little biatch, just blow my socks off

(Gobblin up nuts, sort of like a humming bird) --> Ice Cube
(Suck my dick)
(Suck my dick)

[ VERSE 3 ]
Like I said in the first verse, I can make em holler
And King Tee won t turn down nothin but the collar
Not lookin for a lover, just a good dick sucker
Jimmy ll rise when I hear the lips pucker
Suckin and smackin, gaggin and slurpin
Grab you by the head, cause your tongue keep workin
A bitch ll stand up and say that she don t give head
That bitch ll suck your dick like she was bein cum-fed
So (blow me, blow me) even though you don t know me
(Show me, show me) and then show my homie
And I don t play the games, cause these hoes been tossed
Straight out, you little hooker, just blow my socks off

(Gobblin up nuts, sort of like a humming bird) --> Ice Cube
(Suck my dick)
(Suck my dick)

Yeah
Straight out to all them Compton hoes
Ya know what I m sayin
Bobcat s on the funky track
Tha Alkaholiks in the house
And I m out

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