King T
Str-8 Gone
Haa
Woo

Dedicated to the Hub City
Straight West Coast n***a, ain't no pity
Put holes in n***as, real pretty
Real sh*tty like a black Frank Nitty
I give drugs to the thugs price-free
Handed down the game by that n***a Ice-T
No doubt players like me
Recognise the great King Tee, about twenty grand a ki
Ah, that's that G sh*t, no doubt about that
Statutory lyrics is how I rape the rap
And get your n***as off my back
And no, GOD, ya don't pull a strap, cos (*gun shot*) F**K THAT!
I'm very precise when I shoot
Straight out the roof of my Lexus coupe
Ya wanna blame Tha Alkaholik group
But, naw, that n***a Tela must've hit the loot
Cos he's actin real loonie
And I don't give a f**k cause I'm drunk and I'm a G like Spoonie
The hoodrats wanna do me
So if you've got'cha county cheque give it to me

Chorus:

Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta sh*t
Ain't f**kin with nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, a 50 gat to your dome
That n***a on the mic str-8 gone
*repeat*

Huh, so I guess I earned the t**le 'OG'
Been down for ten years, this my fifth Lp
I'mma give this one to Eazy-E
A real muthaphuckkin G, R.I.P
Now all these fools talkin 'bout they some killers
Car stealers, big time drug dealers
B*t*h a** n***as keep it real, don't lie
You ain't killin sh*t and they gon' let sh*t die
You ask "Who the hell am I?"
They call me 'Big Bone' and on my worst night I fades em all
And I come thru ya hood like a locc a** G
Rip any fool that calls hisself an MC
It's only one way, let's have gun play
I make it play, n***a, f**k what you got to say
I got a mad crew of murderers, ex-burglars
Puttin soft n***as outta service

Chorus:
Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta sh*t
Ain't f**kin with nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, all the f**kin chips blown
That n***a on the mic str-8 gone
Baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta sh*t
Ain't f**kin with nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, sittin on chrome
That n***a on the mic str-8 gone

My whole crew lives illegal
Strapped with the bulletproof vest in the front and back Regal
Smokin that sticky green gra**
Hittin switches, bumpin on cuts from the past
We smoke leaf cos we live like G's
Super-soft n***as become enemies
I hit a lick on the East for ten ki's
Now everything I drive is on D's
I'mma make you believe, I gotta put it down like a real n***a should
My dope spot in every n***a's hood
I don't waste time, I need to get what's mine
Fourteen shells from behind
Leave you in the blind, str-8 paralysed from ya spine
A partner of organised crime
Ya hear it all the time but now ya gotta hear it from the truth
Til my n***a Karl Phat's respect due
Chorus:

Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta sh*t
Ain't f**kin with nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome
That n***a on the mic str-8 gone
(repeat 4X)

And I'm gone