King T - Played Like a Piano lyrics

[Intro: King Tee] King Tee's drunk again...Yo, check this out: awww sh**, aw sh**, I Wanna dedicate this song to all them motherf**ers out there that-that-that- That-that-that-that (not again) perpentratin'...perpetratin'... perpin' Tratin'. Wait, rewind. (eh but yo...King Tee, man, what is this? What is This?) [Verse 1: King Tee] Some cool sh** for the King's anthology And when I'm done, don't expect no apology Stupid motherf**ers shoulda stepped when I warned 'em I'm from the Boondocks of Compton, California I'm just anxious to whoop some a** I went to high school, but I flunked every cla** So what makes you think I give a f** about respect? I'll put your b**h in check, and I'll bet You won't run up, son of a punk and a b**h, too I shoulda did a drive by on you and your crew Cuz ya'll be poppin' some sh** that's unheard of For you, what's the word? Uh...(wack!)...it's murder, son When I be crushin' your hood with a pa**ion And I ain't talkin' that Action Jackson When I come you better run for ammo Or get played like a f**in' piano... And yo, we got my homeboy Ice Cube in the house from the motherf**in' Lench Mob ('Sup, n***a?), and yo Ice Cube, I heard you're a singer now Man what's up? Yo, yo... [Verse 2: Ice Cube] Do-Ray-Me. But I don't sing, mothaf**er I kick sh** with the King, mothaf**er Ice Cube will clock the cash, rock the ma** And if you run up, I'll sock your a** And watch that eye get swollen Cuz I'm playin' punk n***as like Beethoven So bust a cap or swing and die f** 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 s**ers Last year I was Ruthless, now I'm Lenchin' mothaf**ers And you'll see in a tree, MCs and crews Now they're lookin' for me, King Tee, and Pooh Now every n***a that crossed me's soprano Cuz I played their a** like a f**in' piano... [King Tee] Yo, check this out, we got my homeboy Breeze in the Motherf**in' house from the L.A. Posse, and he got some sh** to holler. Come On, man, bust this sh** [Verse 3: MC Breeze] 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 bu*t You slipped and sh**, so nitwit, just get the nuts Stealin' your high hopes, watchin' you write notes Better walk a chalk line, not f**in' 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 balls 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 eas-i-ly re-main 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**in' piano [Verse 4: King Tee] This is just a sample of three black nig-roes 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 k** or get k**ed Mothaf**in' police pull ya over, slam ya down Then tell ya that your hood is their town And I ain't goin' for no sh** like that; Cuff me up, take me to jail, I'll come back Talkin' much sh**, cuz I talk what the f** I feel A few weeks in the county ain't no big deal So a punk like you can't f** with me That big ballin'-a** n***a named King Tee You think ya can? I don't think that you can, though Peace to Ice Cube and Breeze, and the f**in' piano