Take You Home Lyrics - At Your Own Risk - King Tee

Ah man 

Suckers bite my stuff, man 

Can't get no sleep, man 

Yo, what's up, DJ Pooh? 

Nice to see you back, man 

For 1990, right? 

Finna do it up 

But I want you to do somethin for me, Pooh 

You could do me a favor right quick? 

W-won't you pump up the beat a little bit right here, come on, right here 

Suckers 

Suckers 

1990, y'all 

King Tee back on the map 

And we gon' tear it up like this 

I wanna dedicate this song to all the L.A. rappers out there 

Check it out 

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(Don't turn away, I think you should listen)-- > MC Lyte 

Well I'm the one for my treble, two for my bass 

3, 4, 5 just to stay on pace 

Now that I got your attention you'll be happy to know 

That they call me Tee the King but King Tee's how it goes 

So suckers, get your shit and get packed 

Catch the next boat out, supreme Tela's back 

And I'm funky once agaian, so run and tell a friend 

They said I wouldn't last but I'll be here until it ends 

Yo, I'm the king at being cool but get a load of this 

They wanna label me best L.A. soloist 

I couldn't be like that, but then again I could 

Cause half of you MC's ain't no good 

Anyway, hey, I got somethin to say 

Directed to every MC in L.A. 

You run up on the King - huh, how dumb 

You knew from the beginning you shoulda brung a gun, son 

Cause I be shootin the gift like it's a gift 

Take the punk, slide em up just like a spliff (*inhales*) 

Then everything's cool and copastetic 

I wrote the book on being cool - oh, you read it? 

How'd you like the part where I tell you how to walk 

The kinda clothes to wear, the use of slang in your talk? 

No need to look around cause there ain't no clone 

King Tee came to take you home 

Come on 

Photos 

(You can make it) 

(Don't turn away, I think you should listen) 

(You can make it) 

(Don't turn away, I think you should listen close) 

I came to take you home 

(You can make it) 

(You can make it) 

(Don't turn away, I think you should listen) 

(You can make it) 

(Don't turn away, I think you should listen) 

Now this tune right here allows you to get funky 

Literally you can do what you want, see? 

I'm more like the pilot or the driver of the scene 

Or somethin that you usually dream 

Yeah, I'm manufacturin the sickest metaphor 

Lyrics you're not ready for 

Hear it, I keep a steady score 

Of suckers and muthafuckas who like to suffer 

I wear big ropes in clusters 

And I execute, never wore a sexy suit 

I wear khakis with a t-shirt and hiking boots 

A rare fashion with the gangster touch 

Because Ballys don't mix and turtlenecks suck 

But hey, I be crashin, throw in a accent 

Maxin while I'm waxin the boots with passion 

Happens to be one of my favorite attractions 

The name's King Tee, but the T's for taxin 

Phoney MC's, them sucker punks wanna riff 

Just because I wanna give the party a lift 

You know, build your spirits expand your horizon 

This particular production is mine's 

And E-Swift's, the DJ E-Swift to be exact 

Holds a hypnotizin scratch, make the others look wack 

So look all you want cause there ain't no clone 

King Tee came to take you home 

Come on 

(You can make it) 

(Don't turn away, I think you should listen) 

(You can make it) 

(Don't turn away, I think you should listen) 

(You can make it) 

(Don't turn away, I think you should listen close) 

(You can make it) 

(Don't turn away, I think you should listen) 

(*E-Swift cuts up*) 

(I think you should listen) 

(I think you should listen) 

(I think you should listen close) 

(Don't turn away, I think you should listen close) 

(Don't turn away) 

(Don't)