You Can't See Me

[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 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 Dooney and Bourke

And that's real, comin from a real-ass G

I'mma 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'mma 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 niggas 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 niggas 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*}