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lirik lagu played like a piano – king tee

king tee’s drunk again, yo, check this out, aww sh-t, aw sh-t
i wanna dedicate this song to all them motherf-ckers out there
that, that, that perpentratin’, perpetratin’, perpin’tratin’, wait, rewind
(eh but yo, king tee, man, what is this? what is this?)

some cool sh-t for the king’s anthology
and when i’m done, don’t expect no apology
stupid motherf-ckers shoulda stepped when i warned ’em
i’m from the boondocks of compton, california

i’m just anxious to whoop some -ss
i went to high school, but i flunked every cl-ss
so what makes you think i give a f-ck about respect?
i’ll put your b-tch in check and i’ll bet

you won’t run up, son of a punk and a b-tch, too
i shoulda did a drive by on you and your crew
‘cuz y’all be poppin’ some sh-t that’s unheard of
for you, what’s the word? uh, it’s murder, son

when i be crushin’ your hood with a p-ssion
and i ain’t talkin’ that action jackson
when i come you better run for ammo
or get played like a f-ckin’ piano

and yo, we got my homeboy ice cube
in the house from the motherf-ckin’
lench mob, what’s up, n-gg-r? and yo ice cube
i heard you’re a singer now, man, what’s up? yo, yo

do ray me but i don’t sing, mothaf-cker
i kick sh-t with the king, mothaf-cker
ice cube will clock the cash, rock the m-ss
and if you run up, i’ll sock your -ss

and watch that eye get swollen
‘cuz i’m playin’ punk n-gg-s like beethoven
so bust a cap or swing and die
f-ck yul brynner, it’s still the king and i

cuz where i’m from the sun don’t shine
so one time hope i only bust one rhyme
but i bust one more for the suckers
last year i was ruthless, now i’m lenchin’ mothaf-ckers

and you’ll see in a tree, mcs and crews
now they’re lookin’ for me, king tee, and pooh
now every n-gg- that crossed me’s soprano
‘cuz i played their -ss like a f-ckin’ piano

yo, check this out, we got my homeboy
breeze in the motherf-ckin’ house from the l.a. posse
and he got some sh-t to holler
come on, man, bust this sh-t

well, i’m-a take the mic like it was a jack move
run with the beat as long as the track moves
hot as lava, organized like a seminar
serve you, your crew, him

and them and a couple of rap-saps who think they can get b-tt
you slipped and sh-t, so nitwit, just get the nuts
stealin’ your high hopes, watchin’ you write notes
better walk a chalk line, not f-ckin’ a tightrope

rap slicker, thicker, quicker than others, then i stop swift
shift from 1st to 5th, while you stop to shoplift
take the mic stand whenever the duty calls
if i bust a nut for every rhyme i had, i’d get blue b-lls

serious as drama, i’m-a watch her say, “me too
you’re shorter than michu, your rhymes are see-through
you’re nothin’ like gq, transparent, i made it apparent
i’m here to wax and tax the incoherent

‘cuz b r e e z e will easily remain to be-e a top mc
when you see me, i wear a beanie, and not a kangol
now you got played, like a f-ckin’ piano

this is just a sample of three black nigroes
who grew up in the heart of the ghetto
doin’ what we had to just to make ends meet
some steal for a livin’, some stand on the street, just slang

some gang-bang, but big deal
they say in compton, you gotta kill or get killed
mothaf-ckin’ police pull ya over, slam ya down
then tell ya that your hood is their town

and i ain’t goin’ for no sh-t like that
cuff me up, take me to jail, i’ll come back
talkin’ much sh-t, ‘cuz i talk what the f-ck i feel
a few weeks in the county ain’t no big deal

so a punk like you can’t f-ck with me
that big ballin’-ss n-gg- named king tee
you think ya can? i don’t think that you can, though
peace to ice cube and breeze and the f-ckin’ piano

- king tee

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