Can You !?
TEE Lyrics

I run that old gangsterism on the normal
I regularly engage in old-school gangster behavior

The name is King Tee, I pack guns like it's formal
I'm King Tee and I always carry guns

With the utmost respect I be chillin
I'm very chill and respectful

Knockin MC's out cause I'm the best in this building
I'm knocking out other MC's because I'm the best rapper here

I be the G-are-E-A-T, plus majestic
I'm GREaT and majestic

Magical, radical, the technique is hectic
My rap technique is magical and radical, with lots of energy

In my trunk I keep a whole fifth of 'gnac
I keep a bottle of cognac in my car trunk

In there with some extra hollow points for my strap
I also keep some extra bullets for my gun

Cause I bust on fools, I shoot down fools that front
I use my gun to take down people who try to front or disrespect me

King Tipsy, who flips the, rhymes like I'm crazy
People call me King Tipsy and I rap in a crazy way

You know these artificial gangsters can't fade Tee
Fake gangsters can't compete with me

The original G, from the see-P-T
I'm the OG from South Central LA

Huh, I'm really into girls with fat cats
I like girls with big butts

Hoochies, and hoes, and some hoodrats
I like girls who are promiscuous and from the ghetto

I take 'em to the Snooty Fox for the spin
I take them to a strip club called Snooty Fox

But if they real proper, we hit the Comfort Inn
If they're more high-class, we go to a motel called Comfort Inn

Turn on the porno flicks just to set the mood
We watch porn to get in the mood

Toss the bitch up and leave her ass in the room
I have sex with the girl and then leave her in the motel room

Cause a bitch ain't shit like Snoop told it
Women are untrustworthy and don't mean anything, like Snoop Dogg said

All I do is toss and let the next man hold it
I have sex with the girl and then let the next man have her

Where a bitch'll get ten dollars just rubbin on the cock
Girls can make money by grinding on men at the bar

Now I'ma take the third verse to the neck
I'm going to go hard on the third verse

Then ask who's next and, ask who wrecks?
I'll ask who's next to rap and who can compete with me

I bring Tha Alkaholik spirit to the room
I bring the spirit of the group Tha Alkaholiks to the rap battle

The funky drunk man, in front with the stout
I'm the drunk guy in front of the crowd, with a type of beer called stout

I don't trip I just, hit the switch for the funk shit
I don't get upset, I just rap with the funk music

I don't fuck with the punk shit
I don't associate with weak, punk rappers

I slang my rap like crack, and niggaz be cluckin
I rap in a way that is addictive and people can't get enough of it

A quick blast for the buck
I rap quickly and efficiently

They'll know, the original G, from the see-P-T
People will recognize me as the original gangster from South Central LA

I "Act a Fool" on the funk boy, you can't see me
I act crazy on the funky beat and nobody can compete with me