Played Like a Piano (feat. Ice Cube & Breeze)

King Tee's drunk again

Yo, check this out

Ah, shit, ah, shit

I wanna dedicate this song to all them motherfuckers out there that

That, that, that, that, that, that

Not again

Perpentratin', perpetratin', perp-in-tratin'

Wait, rewind

Hey, for sure, King Tee, man, what is this, man?

What is this?

Some cool shit for the King's anthology

And when I'm done, don't expect no apology

Stupid motherfuckers should've stepped when I warned 'em

I'm from the boondocks of Compton, California

I'm just anxious to whoop some ass

I went to high school, but I flunked every class

So what makes you think I give a fuck about respect?

I'll put your bitch in check, and I bet

You won't run up, son of a punk and a bitch too

I should've did a drive by on you and your crew

'Cause y'all be poppin' some shit that's unheard of

For you, what's the word, uh, it's murder, son (Wack)

When I be crushin' your hood with a passion

And I ain't talkin' that Action Jackson

When I come, you better run for ammo

Or get played like a fuckin' piano

And, yo, we got my homeboy Ice Cube in the house

From the motherfuckin' Lynch Mob

What's up, ****?

And yo, Ice Cube, I heard you a singer now

Man, what's up? Yo, yo

Do re mi, but I don't sing, motherfucker

I kick shit with the King, motherfucker

Ice Cube will clock the cash, rock the mass

And if you run up, I'll sock your ass

And watch that eye get swollen

'Cause I'm playin' punk **** like Beethoven

So bust a cap or swing and die

Fuck Yul Brynner, it's still the King and I (That's me)

'Cause where I'm from the sun don't shine

So one time, I hope I only bust one rhyme

But I bust one more for the suckers

Last year I was ruthless, now I'm lynchin' motherfuckers

And you'll see in a tree, MCs and crews

Now they're lookin' for me, King Tee and Pooh

Now every **** that crossed me's soprano

'Cause I played they ass like a fuckin' piano

Yo, check this out

We got my homeboy Breeze in the motherfuckin' house

From the LA posse and he got some shit to holler

Come on, man, bust this shit

Well I'ma 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 butt

You slipped in shit, so, nitwit, just get the nuts

Killin' your high hopes, watchin' you write notes

Better walk a chalk line, nah, fuck it, a tightrope

Rap slicker, thicker, quicker than others, then I stop swift

Shift from first to fifth 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'ma 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

'Cause B R E E Z E will easily remain to B E a top MC

When you see me, I wear a beanie, and not a Kangol

Now you got played like a fuckin' piano

Alright

Where that **** King Tee at, man?

Where he at?

This is just a sample of three black negroes

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 gangbang but big deal

They say in Compton, you gotta kill or get killed

Motherfuckin' police pull you over, slam you down

Then tell you that your hood is their town

And I ain't goin' for no shit like that

Cuff me up, take me to jail, I come back

Talkin' much shit 'cause I talk what the fuck I feel

A few weeks in the county ain't no big deal

So a punk like you can't fuck with me

That big ballin' ass **** named King Tee

You think you can? I don't think that you can though

Peace to Ice Cube and Breeze and the fuckin' piano

Yeah, ****