Can you!?
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[King Tee]
I run that old gangsterism on the normal
The name is King Tee, I pack guns like it's formal
With the utmost respect I be chillin
Knockin MC's out cause I'm the best in this building
I be the G-are-E-A-T, plus majestic
Magical, radical, the technique is hectic
I, floss upon the scene in the front and back Caddy
Yeah, here goes Big Daddy, heh
In my trunk I keep a whole fifth of 'gnac
In there with some extra hollow points for my strap
Cause I bust on fools, I shoot down fools that front
The last of the few with the funk
King Tipsy, who flips the, rhymes like I'm crazy
You know these artificial gangsters can't fade Tee
The original G, from the see-P-T
I'm no joke on the funk fool, you can't see me

"To all my people with the funk.." (Yeah)
You can't see me!
"To all my people with the funk.." ".. where ya at?"
You can't see me!
"To all my people with the funk.." ".. where ya at?"
"To all my people with the funk.." ".. where ya at-at-at?"

[King Tee]
Huh, I'm really into girls with fat cats
Hoochies, and hoes, and some hoodrats
I take 'em to the Snooty Fox for the spin
But if they real proper, we hit the Comfort Inn
I grab a fifth of Tanqueray and some Squirt
A fat bag of chronic then we're coolin like Levert
Turn on the porno flicks just to set the mood
Toss the bitch up and leave her ass in the room
Cause a bitch ain't shit like Snoop told it
All I do is toss and let the next man hold it
I chill at the bar because that's the spot
Where a bitch'll get ten dollars just rubbin on the cock
Yeah, Tee bein a trick won't work
You won't spend my money on no (??)
And that's real, comin from a real-ass G
I'ma just toss yo' ass like a salad beatch, you can't see me

"To all my people with the funk.." ".. where ya at?"
You can't see me!
"To all my people with the funk.." ".. where ya at?"
You can't see me!
"To all my people with the funk.." ".. where ya at?"
"To all my people with the funk.." ".. where ya at?"

[King Tee]
Now I'ma take the third verse to the neck
Then ask who's next and, ask who wrecks?
I bring Tha Alkaholik spirit to the room
Down two 40's, then hit the boom
Release all your doubts cause, I'm what it's about
The funky drunk man, in front with the stout
And niggaz wanna test the fashion
Cause I bring passion, for those who's askin
I don't trip I just, hit the switch for the funk shit
I don't fuck with the punk shit
I slang my rap like crack, and niggaz be cluckin
A quick blast for the buck
Then they spark, and yo oh, peace to Mark
For the beat from Carolina to the Compton streets
They'll know, the original G, from the see-P-T
I "Act a Fool" on the funk boy, you can't see me

"To all my people with the funk.." ".. where ya at?"
You can't see me!
"To all my people with the funk.." ".. where ya at?"
You can't see me!
"To all my people with the funk.." ".. where ya at?"
"To all my people with the funk.." ".. where ya at?"





{*scratches ad-libbed to fade*}

Overall Meaning

In "Can You!?" by King Tee, he raps about his gangster lifestyle and being the best in the building. He boasts about his gun and his rhyming skills. He uses various slangs to refer to his gun, like 'strap,' and hollow points. He also talks about taking girls with 'fat cats' to the Snooty Fox for a spin and staying at Comfort Inn. He grabs a fifth of Tanqueray and some Squirt and a bag of chronic to set the mood. He mentions turning on the porno flicks and tossing the girl in the room. King Tee emphasizes that he won't spend his money on the girl because he is a real G.


In the third verse, he talks about bringing the Alkaholik spirit to the room and hitting the boom. King Tee asserts that he doesn't mess with punk shit and only slangs his rap like crack. He thanks Mark for the beat from Carolina to the Compton streets. King Tee signs off with the phrase, 'Act a fool on the funk boy, you can't see me.'


Line by Line Meaning

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




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: JAMES PATRICK BROADWAY, MARK SPARKS, ROGER (PKA KING TEE) MCBRIDE

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