King T - At Your Own Risk lyrics

.. it's at your own {*repeating, getting louder*} .. 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 su*kER! Yo! Wha**up? Yo.. what's happenin, what's happenin? E-Swift, you cuttin the records nice boy DJ Pooh wha**up man? We all chillin Yo, yo, J-Ro's in the house, we all cold coolin out y'knahmsayin? And I'mma bust it off like this for Compton Well - look who sprung up, comin the f** up I came in the place to let you know what's up With a bunch of trunk j**erly Two or three fat gold chains, ring plates with my name on 'em Yeah I rhyme fly, real fly Hobbes I wear Nike's cause I run from the cops Pops taught me lots he said "Toys are for tots" At four, bought me a box, when I was six I wore a jock Cause, my jimmy was gettin kinda big At nine I was a kid but I took my first swig Hugged that Olde English beer So my peers wouldn't think that I was queer Yeah, right off I got the title of a gangsta Pranksters run because they know that there ain't a Person, runnin a verse on like this, hahahaha.. Wha**up? This at your own risk, s**er Uhh! This at your own risk, s**er.. P-Puh, Puh-P-Puh-P-Puh-Pooh man f** it! People always say, "Are you the King of the West?" But there's always some pest who try to put you to the test Even though, they know I'm King, I'm on a higher level I even dust the church and sold they soul to the devil I mean really, how you think I'm livin? On the strength I'm livin like it's Thanksgiving So yo, wha**up turkey, tryin to jerk me? Your rhymes don't work see, you can't hurt T The almighty individual You said you knew, but I don't think you really know About the K-I-N-G super cool mack daddy I drive a Caddy, and I'm livin fatly Had me on stage in a rage Yellin was what ya know, that's how I get paid Made my mark but rappers still insist, to diss But yo it's at your own risk s**er Sup? It's at your own risk Aiyyo, E-Swift, bust the break Verse three is another one for those to remember King Tee is the champ, smashin all contenders For those who disbelieve, just step in my direction I'm snappin arms, legs and even necks and s**ers who thrive to drive me crazy You know the ones who front tryin to amaze me Take it as a warnin cause I'm hopin that you don't diss But get a load of this, it's at your own risk, s**er! Yo, it's all about me and DJ Pooh and E-Swift Rockin the house, y'knowhatI'msayin? We got Walkman in the house We got J-Ro in the house We got (??).. {*echoes*} Y'knowhatI'msayin we cold chillin y'know I wanna send this record out, to the Piano Man Piano Man, won't you play somethin for me Aight, get busy, right here, c'mon c'mon Get funky, get, get funky, c'mon c'mon Get funky a** oh, ohh yeah Get funky, aww ooooooh sh**! It's at your own risk s**ers, knowhatI'msayin? Yeah, E-Swift, scratch that in Awwww yeah.. Aww you're doggin it man, y'knowhatI'msayin? SEE YA!