Played Like a Piano Songtext
von King Tee feat. Ice Cube & Breeze

King Tee′s drunk again
Yo, check this out! Aww 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′, perpintratin', wait, rewind
(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 motherfucker 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 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
′Cause y'all 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 ('sup, nigga?)
And yo, Ice Cube, I heard you're a singer now
Man, what′s up? Yo, yo

Doe-Rae-Me, but I don′t sing, motherfucker
I kick shit with the King, motherfucker
Ice Cube will clock the cash, rock the mass
And if you run up, I'll sock your ass (ding!)
And watch that eye get swollen (that eye)
′Cause 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 (that′s me)


'Cause where I'm from, the sun don′t shine
So One-Time hope I only bust one rhyme
But I bust one more for the suckers
Last year I was ruthless, now I′m lynchin' motherfuckers (ha-ha-ha-ha)
And you′ll see in a tree, MC's and crews
Now they′re lookin' for me, King Tee, and Pooh
Now every nigga that crossed me′s soprano
'Cause I played their ass like a fuckin' piano

Yo, check this out
We got my homeboy Breeze in the motherfuckin′ house
From the L.A. Posse, and he got some shit to holler
Come on, man, bust this shit!

Well, I′ma take the mic like it was a jack move
Run with the beat as long as the track moves (uh-huh)
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 (woo)
You slipped and shit, so nitwit, just get the nuts
Stealin' your high hopes, watchin′ you write notes

Better walk a chalk line, not fuckin' a tightrope
Rap slicker, thicker, quicker than others, then I stop swift
Shift from first to fifth, while you stop to shoplift
Take the mic stand whenever the duty calls (uh-huh)
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 easily
Remain to be-e a top MC
When you see me, I wear a beanie, and not a Kangol (ha-ha)
Now you got played, like a fuckin' piano

(Alright, where that nigga, King Tee at, man? Where he at?)

This is just a sample of three black Negroes
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
Motherfuckin′ police pull you over, slam you down
Then tell you that your hood is their town (ha-ha-ha)

And I ain't goin′ for no shit like that (ah-ha)
Cuff me up, take me to jail, I'll come back
Talkin' much shit, ′cause I talk what the fuck I feel
A few weeks in the county ain′t no big deal
So a punk like you can't fuck with me (yeah)
That big ballin′-ass nigga, named King Tee
You think you can? I don't think that you can, though
Peace to Ice Cube and Breeze and the fuckin′ piano

Yeah, nigga