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Artist: DJ Crazy Toones + more *
Album:  CT Experience Mixtape
Song:   The Rat Pack
Typed by:

* 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*)

[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!