Played Like A Piano

King Tee

featuring Ice Cube MC Breeze




[King Tee] King Tee's 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 King's anthology



and when I'm done don't expect no apology.



Stupid motherfuckers shoulda stepped when I warned 'em.



I'm from the Boondocks of Compton, California.



I'm 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?



I'll put your bitch in check, and I'll bet



you won't run up, son of a punk and a bitch, too.



I shoulda did a drive by on you and your crew.



Cuz ya'll be poppin' some shit that's unheard of.



For you, what's the word? Uh...(wack!)...it's murder, son.



When I be crushin' your hood with a passion,



and I ain't 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 (what's up, nigger?), and yo Ice Cube, I heard you're a singer now,



man what's up? Yo, yo...




[Ice Cube]



Do-Ray-Me. But I don't sing, mothafucker.



I kick shit with the King, mothafucker.



Ice Cube will clock the cash, rock the mass,



and if you run up, I'll sock your ass.



And watch that eye get swollen,



cuz I'm playin' punk niggas like Beethoven.



So bust a cap or swing and die.



Fuck Yul Brynner, it's still The King and I.