Lyrics:
King Tee Let S Make A V

a sister with a voice The phat drummer - what's your choice? Make her moist I'm throwing up the W Bringing trouble to Those in sight King T and Big

is metaphorical historically correct What do you expect from a nigga with my intellect East coast representing West coast gangsta new I ain't trippin' I call up King Tee

what's your choice? Trying to find a sister with a voice Make her moist I'm throwing up the W Bringing trouble to Those in sight King T and Big Ice

I clown from Brew-york Down to Mi-ti-ami I soak up game like a shammy Understand me? Hook Tash: So Elizabeth it's MC's That's comin' to join ya Some

ten I clown from Brew-york Down to Mi-ti-ami I soak up game like a shammy Understand me? Hook Tash: So Elizabeth it's MC's That's comin' to join ya

ass like a V-I-M, store My forms are real wicked like Dahmer A whole mob of a lot of niggaz is like a meal ticket It's nowhere to run to ba-bay It's nowhere

at the bar (Baby I can make yo' ass a star) You on the Metro? Let's hit this X.O. and let's ride The wide-body's parked outside Playalistics, I'm on these

window (yeah!) Raised up till I hit the button - make it Limbo! (yeah!) They call me the "King"! I "Line" a "Punch" like Kimbo, (Kimbo!) Exotic Endo my garage like a

ten I clown from Brew-york Down to Mi-ti-ami I soak up game like a shammy Understand me? Hook Tash: So Elizabeth it's MC's That's comin' to join ya