Take You Home

( *yawns* ) 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)