Drunk Tekneek King Tee

(Well, alright)

Oh shit

Many, many asked if I knew the way to go

I thought I knew the answer, it seems I wouldn't, so

I picked and I picked, for the label I searched

I slipped and I tripped for the pop, it didn't work

So now I take the stage of my what? 3rd comeback

Now I know the tricks of the trade and where the slum's at

Blows to the chest, buckshots from the guage

Page after page King Tee takes the rage

Lord have mercy when I pick up my pen

Then I ask the Lord to forgive me for my sins

'Cause I get drunk when I get trucked

There go some gunshots, wait, I gotta duck

(Get down, fool, get down)

What everybody runnin' fo'?

(Aww shit!)

Can't take the plug of a .38 slug

Can't take the drug from the teenage thug

So I'ma break loose and do a flip-flop top

And land on my feet and show a drunk tekneek

Couldn't walk a straight line, ladies and gentlemen

I couldn't walk a straight line if you let me crawl

Leanin' to the side, I know I'm drunk, man

Leanin' to the side, people everywhere

Well, alright, wants to get funked up

M-M-MC's seem to get souped when they group

With a big name but see, none of them is game

For the royal, loyal, the one that stole yo

Coupe De Ville when you thought you could chill

On my street, with your freak, to freak me, the freak

Played out along the week and fell steep in the creek

So I'ma put my crown upon the peak

And do it just for the thieves with the jeeps

I know you feel scared, I got a criminal path

For a laugh I watch devils get whipped by Shaft

Pooh has a mack-10, E-Swift's in the Benz with a glock

Takin' some young girl's cock

I grab that geno-St. Ides by the stack

Never smoked crack but I drunk a lotta 'yac

Mostly by the cup, grabbin' my nuts to the beat

Hey yo, it's the drunk tekneek