Played Like a Piano lyrics

[Intro: King Tee]
King Tee's drunk again
Yo, check this out! Awww sh*t, aw sh*t
I wanna dedicate this song
To all them motherf*ckers out there
That-that-that-that-that-that-that (not again)
Perpentratin'… perpetratin'… perpintratin'… wait, rewind
(But yo, King Tee, man, what is this? What is this?)

[Verse 1: King Tee]
Some cool sh*t for the King's anthology
And when I'm done, don't expect no apology
Stupid motherf*cker shoulda stepped when I warned him
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 f*ck about respect?
I'll put your b*tch in check, and I'll bet
You won't run up, son of a punk and a b*tch, too
I shoulda did a drive-by on you and your crew
'Cause y'all be poppin' some sh*t 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 f*ckin' piano
[Interlude: King Tee]
And yo, we got my homeboy Ice Cube in the house
From the motherf*ckin' Lench Mob ('Sup, n*gga?)
And yo, Ice Cube, I heard you're a singer now
Man, what's up? Yo, yo

[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
Do-Rae-Me, but I don't sing, mothaf*cker
I kick sh*t with the King, mothaf*cker
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
'Cause I'm playin' punk n*ggas like Beethoven
So bust a cap, or swing and die
f*ck Yul Brynner, it's still The King and I
'Cause where I'm from, the sun don't shine
So One-Time hope I only bust one rhyme
But I bust one mo' for the suckers
Last year I was ruthless, now I'm lynchin' mothaf*ckers
And you'll see in a tree, MC's and crews
Now they're lookin' for me, King Tee, and Pooh
Now every n*gga that crossed me's soprano
'Cause I played their ass like a f*ckin' piano

[Interlude: King Tee]
Yo, check this out
We got my homeboy Breeze in the motherf*ckin' house
From the L.A. Posse, and he got some sh*t to holler
Come on, man, bust this sh*t!
[Verse 3: MC Breeze]
Well, I'ma 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 sh*t, so nitwit, just get the nuts
Stealin' your high hopes, watchin' you write notes
Better walk a chalk line, not f*ckin' 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, I'd get blue balls
Serious as drama, I'ma watch her say "Me too."
You're shorter than Michu, your rhymes are see-through
You're nothin' like GQ, transparent, I made it apparent
I'm here to wax and tax the incoherent
'Cause 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 f*ckin' piano

[Verse 4: King Tee]
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
Mothaf*ckin' police pull you over, slam you down
Then tell you that your hood is their town
And I ain't goin' for no sh*t like that
Cuff me up, take me to jail, I'll come back
Talkin' much sh*t, 'cause I talk what the f*ck I feel
A few weeks in the county ain't no big deal
So a punk like you can't f*ck with me
That big ballin'-ass n*gga named King Tee
You think you can? I don't think that you can, though
Peace to Ice Cube and Breeze and the f*ckin' piano