King Tee - You Can't See Me lyrics

[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-r-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 c-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 p**no flicks just to set the mood Toss the b**h up and leave her a** in the room Cause a b**h ain't sh** 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 b**h'll get ten dollars just rubbin on the co*k Yeah, tee bein a trick won't work You won't spend my money on no (??) And that's real, comin from a real-a** g I'ma just toss yo' a** 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 n***az wanna test the fashion Cause i bring pa**ion, for those who's askin I don't trip i just, hit the switch for the funk sh** I don't f** with the punk sh** I slang my rap like crack, and n***az 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 c-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*}