You Can't See Me Lyrics - Iv Life - King Tee

[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 

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"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 (?) 

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

I'ma just toss yo' ass like a salad beatch, you can't see me 

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"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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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*}