Artist: DJ Crazy Toones + more * Album: CT Experience Mixtape Song: The Rat Pack Typed by: haythamtahir@gmail.com * King Tee, Roscoe, WC And The Maad Circle, Young Maylay (*Door Knocking Sound*) [Intro: DJ Crazy Toones Scratching quotes below] Who is it? -----> DJ Pooh Yo, my name is King Tee -----> King Tee Are You Ready motherfucker? -----> DJ Pooh And I'm ready -----> Uncle Dolomite Let's get together and bring on the indubitably soulful-----> Bushwick Bill [Interlude #1: DJ Crazy Toones] Ohh!! I made a mistake Errors like this must be handled smoothly This is the mark of a professional [Interlude #2: WC] All rise for the most honorable! (Who?) I solute! one of the Gs in this West Coast Rap Shit (Who?) All stand for my motherfucking homeboy (Say his name!) King Tee, what's cracking? [Verse One: King Tee] The scene sets in a smoke filled room And all the Rottweilers; hollering at the moon Someone is coming, with eight karat diamonds on his jewels The rebirth of the cool (DJ Crazy Toones) Finally resurrected, with the game of life pro-affected The strain of my voice gets sluiced on the record transmitting That nigga takes a blow and keeps ticking The Hop-Hipping, balling nigga from The Liks and; Now listen, if you're fronting back in your Coupé Roll around your neighborhood finna hit the loop Just react, throw your neighborhood like that Whoever set-trip, gets ripped off the map Take precautions, when you're at that light (*Gun Shot*) Lungs coughing off the herb, macking at them whores on the curb (*Gun Shot*) Bump this, now you're feeling bossed-up, ain't ya? My name is King Tee, I'd like to introduce you to some fucking.. [Interlude #3: WC] Low Riding, West Coast riding, next of the west Next coming Maylay, what's cracking nigga? [Verse Two: Young Maylay] I ain't got time for groups in cahoots with the shenanigans My troops shoot and blow your roof with the cannons, man Damaging like the doctor say when examining Notifies next to kin and all the Bandanna friends Olde and Hennessy, not Crystal sipping That's for all the Gs, I be pistol spitting Mental getting, like 'Sit Down -- Dissing' Raised around niggaz from the Big House, prison So I'm attentive when observing the business And the difference is; I ain't looking suspicious to the witnesses Elite, in the street, keep me free from sentences Bout my E-N-Ds and meaning it with the emphasis Get my drift, kick that bullshit from around me Really with it and did it, as full in the county Jump and bail with the quickness that I pull from the bounties I was hood when they found me, that's west Coast shit [Interlude #4: WC] Lo-Lo shit Stuck them with it, buck them with it, ain't nobody fucking with it Crips, Bloods, Vatos Make way for my little nigga Roscoe! [Verse Three: Roscoe] Cradle destruction, chaotic, melodic structure Product of a pure corruption in Kurupt Production Me, hard to the back, I'm sharp as a tacking needle Syringes poisonous who breed in the Pen' Henne and Jack to bring a little memory back Semis and Macks, the reason all my enemies scat (Aiiight!!) My big homie Crazy Toones told me: Speak from within And let these pussy motherfuckers get a dose of my rage As if I cut my wrists open and let it drip on the page I be like, in every single lyric I say (It's a CT Experience) I'm so scientifically accurate with my literature Precision is very necessary in my position West Coast customs music, presidential From the Inner-City Slums to the residentials Check my Rep-credentials, nigga we're continental Rhyme Essentials, Vietnam Sentinels (*Sampler of Tupac's "2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted" played in the background*) [Outro:] [Toones] Haha, nigga you're crazy [Roscoe] Aiy, turn on the radio [Toones] That shit is banging like a motherfucker [Roscoe] Hell yeah, that motherfucker is banging, nigga [Toones] What's up with your demo, loc? [Roscoe] Man, I set my shit off for two years straight nigga still ain't fucking with your boys, man [Toones] What you're talking about? [Roscoe] All these West Coast Radio Stations, man [Toones] You're bullshitting [Roscoe] Nigga, they're talking about I ain't got no major record label, man [Toones] Nigga, what you're doing? [Roscoe] I don't give a FUCK!! [Toones] You better slow this raggedy motherfucker down [Roscoe] *NAME* told me let this Radio Stations put this nigga right now [Toones] Aiy nigga, I ain't.. I ain't bullshitting; you better slow the FUCK down [Roscoe] Man, FUCK That, nigga what you mean slow it down? I'm finna hunt these niggaz down [Toones] Nigga, we're putting the motherfucking.. (*BOOM!!*) (*Car Crush Sound*) [Roscoe] Toones, aiy Toones!