I run that old gangsterism on the normal The name is King T, I pack guns like it's formin' With the utmost respect, I be chillin' Knockin' emcees out, cuz I'm the best in this buildin' I be the G-R-E-A-T plus majestic Magical, radical, the technique is hectic I force upon the scene in the front and back caddy Yeah, here goes Big Daddy In my trunk, I keep a whole 50-yacht In there with some extra hollow points for my strap Cuz I bust on fools, I shoot down fools that front The last of the few with the funk King Tipsy, who flipsy, rhymes like I'm crazy You know these artificial gangsters can't fade T The original G from the CPT I'm no joke, I'm a funk fool, you can't see me So all my people with the funk You can't see me So all my people with the funk You can't see me So all my people with the funk You can't see me So all my people with the funk You can't see me So all my people with the funk You can't see me I'm really into girls with fat cats Hoochies and hoes and some hood rats I take em to the Snooty Fox for the spin But if they will proper, we hit the confident I *** a 5th of 10, your 8, and some squirt A fat bag of chronic, then we're coolin' like LaBerge Turn on the porno flicks just to set the mood Toss the bitch up and leave her ass in the room Cuz a bitch ain't *** like Snoop told it All I do is toss and let the next man hold it I chill at the Barbie Coast, that's the spot Where a bitch'll get ten dollars just rubbin' on the clock Yeah, TV and the trick won't work You won't spend my money on no Dooney and Burt And that's real, comin' from a real ass G I'ma just toss your ass like a salad, bitch You can't see me You can't see me You can't see me You can't see me Now I'ma take the third verse to the left Then ask who's next, then ask who left I bring the alcoholic spirit to the room Down to 40s, then hit the boom Release all your doubts cuz I'm what it's about The funky drunk man in front with the stout And niggas wanna test the fashion Cuz I bring passion for those who's askin' I don't trip, I just hit the switch for the funk *** I don't *** with the punk *** I slay my rap like crack and niggas be cluckin' A quick blast for the buck, then they spark And yo, peace to Mark for the beat From Carolina to the Compton streets They'll know the original G from the CPT I act a fool on the funk, boy You can't see me You can't see me You can't see me You can't see me