Just Flauntin' Lyrics - Tha Triflin' Album - King Tee

Hay-ya 'sup? 

Got my homeboy Jazzy Ren in the house 

This is the mighty King Tee 

And my homeboy DJ Aladdin is in the place 

Blunt-smokin' Mike and I'ma flaunt these lyrics right here 

Moves, I got moves for the mind 

Kind of weary but if you hear me, you'll find 

No one could conquer the Kingdom I resurrected 

Perfected this, watch out, there's a hectic 

Man on the stage, screamin' out a page I wrote 

The type of shit MC's wanna quote 

And get broke off somethin' real swell 

'Cause I can tell you try to swell when you bail 

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But you ain't big, don't try to stick out your chest 

Just fantasize you bein' the best 

Not a clear picture, huh, not vivid 

Mediocre MC's can't deal with this 

And what you're hearin' now is Tha Great 

(Is that right? Oh yeah, he's back, for haven's sake) 

Yes, I'm comin', I'm bringin' what you're wantin' 

It might sound like I'm goin' off but hey, I'm just flauntin' 

(Suckers try to knock him but they never succeed) 

Back at home I got a throne where I sit 

Piecin' up metaphoric bits 

My style is the quiet, cool gangster type 

But when the 40 hits, it gets hype 

Niggas can't understand and trip 

When I be rockin' that old school shit 

That I used to play when I rolled like a professional 

Hittin' side to side in my fo' 

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Flauntin' the technique just like when I speak 

My words come above the average peak 

E can get swift with a scratch 

People keep askin' "Does King Tee still have his Coupe 

Or will he flip and make a song like 'Knockin' Boots'?" 

Come on, hop, picture that on a flick 

I ain't goin' out like a trick 

No matter what you do, I always pop up, troop 

(Like what?) 

Sort of like if I was wild rumor 

And this is how you pump it when you're livin' in Compton 

'Cause it ain't about nothin' but flauntin' 

(Suckers try to knock him but they never succeed) 

Yeah, I'm just flauntin' 

(Suckers try to knock him but they never succeed) 

Break it down 

(Suckers try to knock him but they never succeed) 

Come on 

Now homes, What up? Homes 

I need headphones to hear the funky tones 

No more switchin', I'll pitch the bitch and 

Now we're gonna swing with the Coolest King, the imperial 

I'm the one that makes you go buy your stereo 

So you can hear me flow 

And bro, on the microphone I'm a flexer 

You got played and on the mic you're a extra 

I go deep for the dope style and I stay sharp 

Frame my lyrics up like art 

MC's keep on runnin' 'cause my tracks are stunnin' 

Back in '85 is where I spun and 

Up jumps the crowned royal King of Cool Rap 

And when I rock the joint, they be like "Who's that 

Fly rappin' nigga?" and rappers be like, "Pull the trigger 

Let's assassinate King Tee Tha Great" 

But faith keeps me on top of the crop 

With a 40oz. of beer and a blunt full of pot 

And this is for the suckers that be frontin' 

It's King Tee Tha Great, in '92 I'm just flauntin' 

Baby, just flauntin' 

I wanna say peace to my homeboys DJ Aladdin and DJ Pooh 

My homeboy MC Jazzy Ren 

Blunt-smokin' Mike, youknowmsayin'? 

And we outta here on out