Lyrics Played Like A Piano - King Tee, Ice Cube, Breeze

Played Like A Piano

king tees drunk again… yo, check this out: awww shit, aw shit, i Wanna dedicate this song to all them motherfuckers out there that-that-that-
That-that-that-that (not again) perpentratin… perpetratin… perpin
Tratin.
wait, rewind.
(eh but yo… king tee, man, what is this? what is This?)
Some cool shit for the kings anthology,
And when Im done, dont expect no apology.
Stupid motherfuckers shoulda stepped when I warned em.
Im from the boondocks of compton, california.
Im 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?
Ill put your bitch in check, and Ill bet
You wont run up, son of a punk and a bitch, too.
I shoulda did a drive by on you and your crew.
Cuz yall be poppin some shit thats unheard of.
For you, whats the word?
uh…(wack!)…its murder, son.
When I be crushin your hood with a passion,
And I aint 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
Lench mob (whats up, nigger?), and yo ice cube, I heard youre a singer now,
Man whats up?
yo, yo…
Do-ray-me.
but I dont sing, mothafucker.
I kick shit with the king, mothafucker.
Ice cube will clock the cash, rock the mass,
And if you run up, Ill sock your ass.
And watch that eye get swollen,
Cuz Im playin punk niggas like beethoven.
So bust a cap or swing and die.
Fuck yul brynner, its still the king and i.
Cuz where Im from the sun dont shine,
So one-time hope I only bust one rhyme.
But I bust one more for the suckers,
Last year I was ruthless, now Im lenchin mothafuckers.
And youll see in a tree, mcs and crews.
Now theyre lookin for me, king tee, and pooh.
Now every nigga that crossed mes soprano,
Cuz I played their ass like a fuckin piano…
yo, check this out, we got my homeboy breeze in the
Motherfuckin house from the l.a.
posse, and he got some shit to holler.
come
On, man, bust this shit.
Well, im-a 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 and shit, so nitwit, just get the nuts.
Stealin your high hopes, watchin you write notes,
Better walk a chalk line, not fuckin a tightrope.
Rap slicker, thicker, quicker than others, then I stop swift.
Shift from 1st to 5th, while you stop to shoplift.
Take the mic stand whenever the duty calls,
If I bust a nut for every rhyme I had, Id get blue balls.
Serious as drama, im-a watch her say «me too.»
Youre shorter than michu, your rhymes are see-through.
Youre nothin like gq, transparent, I made it apparent.
Im here to wax and tax the incoherent.
Cuz b-r-e-e-z-e will eas-i-ly re-main to be-e a top mc.
When you see me, I wear a beanie, and not a kangol.
Now you got played, like a fuckin piano.
This is just a sample of three black nig-roes
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 gang-bang, but big deal.
They say in compton, you gotta kill or get killed.
Mothafuckin police pull ya over, slam ya down,
Then tell ya that your hood is their town.
And I aint goin for no shit like that;
Cuff me up, take me to jail, Ill come back.
Talkin much shit, cuz I talk what the fuck I feel,
A few weeks in the county aint no big deal.
So a punk like you cant fuck with me,
That big ballin-ass nigga named king tee.
You think ya can?
I dont think that you can, though.
Peace to ice cube and breeze, and the fuckin piano.