Ah man
  Suckers bite my stuff, man
  Can't get no sleep, man
  
  Yo, what's up, DJ Pooh?
  Nice to see you back, man
  For 1990, right?
  Finna do it up
  But I want you to do somethin for me, Pooh
  You could do me a favor right quick?
  W-won't you pump up the beat a little bit right here, come on, right here
  
  Suckers
  Suckers
  1990, y'all
  King Tee back on the map
  And we gon' tear it up like this
  I wanna dedicate this song to all the L.A. rappers out there
  Check it out
  
  (Don't turn away, I think you should listen) -- > MC Lyte
  
  Well I'm the one for my treble, two for my bass
  3, 4, 5 just to stay on pace
  Now that I got your attention you'll be happy to know
  That they call me Tee the King but King Tee's how it goes
  So suckers, get your shit and get packed
  Catch the next boat out, supreme Tela's back
  And I'm funky once agaian, so run and tell a friend
  They said I wouldn't last but I'll be here until it ends
  Yo, I'm the king at being cool but get a load of this
  They wanna label me best L.A. soloist
  I couldn't be like that, but then again I could
  Cause half of you MC's ain't no good
  Anyway, hey, I got somethin to say
  Directed to every MC in L.A.
  You run up on the King - huh, how dumb
  You knew from the beginning you shoulda brung a gun, son
  Cause I be shootin the gift like it's a gift
  Take the punk, slide em up just like a spliff ( *inhales* )
  Then everything's cool and copastetic
  I wrote the book on being cool - oh, you read it?
  How'd you like the part where I tell you how to walk
  The kinda clothes to wear, the use of slang in your talk?
  No need to look around cause there ain't no clone
  King Tee came to take you home
  Come on
  
  (You can make it)
  (Don't turn away, I think you should listen)
  (You can make it)
  (Don't turn away, I think you should listen close)
  I came to take you home
  (You can make it)
  (You can make it)
  (Don't turn away, I think you should listen)
  (You can make it)
  (Don't turn away, I think you should listen)
  
  Now this tune right here allows you to get funky
  Literally you can do what you want, see?
  I'm more like the pilot or the driver of the scene
  Or somethin that you usually dream
  Yeah, I'm manufacturin the sickest metaphor
  Lyrics you're not ready for
  Hear it, I keep a steady score
  Of suckers and muthafuckas who like to suffer
  I wear big ropes in clusters
  And I execute, never wore a sexy suit
  I wear khakis with a t-shirt and hiking boots
  A rare fashion with the gangster touch
  Because Ballys don't mix and turtlenecks suck
  But hey, I be crashin, throw in a accent
  Maxin while I'm waxin the boots with passion
  Happens to be one of my favorite attractions
  The name's King Tee, but the T's for taxin
  Phoney MC's, them sucker punks wanna riff
  Just because I wanna give the party a lift
  You know, build your spirits expand your horizon
  This particular production is mine's
  And E-Swift's, the DJ E-Swift to be exact
  Holds a hypnotizin scratch, make the others look wack
  So look all you want cause there ain't no clone
  King Tee came to take you home
  Come on
  
  (You can make it)
  (Don't turn away, I think you should listen)
  (You can make it)
  (Don't turn away, I think you should listen)
  (You can make it)
  (Don't turn away, I think you should listen close)
  (You can make it)
  (Don't turn away, I think you should listen)
  ( *E-Swift cuts up* )
  (I think you should listen)
  (I think you should listen)
  (I think you should listen close)
  (Don't turn away, I think you should listen close)
  (Don't turn away)
  (Don't)