| Lyrics: | Haa
Woo
Dedicated to the up city
Straight West Coast nigga, ain't no
pity
Put holes in niggas, real pretty
Real shitty like a black Frank Nitty
I give
drugs to the thugs price-free
Handed down the game by that nigga Ice-T
No doubt players
like me
recognise the great King Tee, about twenty grand a ki
Ah, that's that G shit, no
doubt about that
Statutory lyrics is how I rape the rap
And get your niggas off my
back
and no, GOD, ya don't pull a strap, cos (*gun shot*) FUCK 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 nigga Tela must've hit the loot
Cos he's actin real loonie
and I
don't give a fuck 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 shit
Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits
And
the two dog groan, a 50 gat to your dome
That nigga on the mic str-8 gone
*repeat*
Huh, so I guess I earned the title 'OG'
Been down for ten years, this my fifth
Lp
I'ma get this one easy
A real motherfuckin G, R-rock Tee
Now all these fools
talkin 'bout they some killers
car stealers, big time drug dealers
Bitch ass niggas keep
it real, don't lie
You ain't killin shit and they gon' let shit 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 ass G
Rip any fool that calls hisself an MC
It's only one way, let's have
gun play
I make it play, nigga, fuck what you got to say
I got a mad crew of murderers,
ex-burglars
Puttin soft niggas outta service
Chorus:
Now baby,
don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit
Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum
hits
And the two dog groan, all the fuckin chips blown
That nigga on the mic str-8
gone
Baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit
Ain't fuckin with nothin but
them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, sittin on chrome
That nigga 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 grass
Hittin switches, bumpin on cuts from the
past
We smoke leaf cos we live like G's
Super-soft niggas become enemies
I hit a lick
on the East for ten ki's
now everything I drive is on Deez
I'ma make you believe, I gotta
put it down like a real nigga should
My dope spot in every nigga'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 nigga Karl Phat's respect due
Chorus:
Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit
Ain't fuckin with nothin
but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome
That nigga on the mic
str-8 gone
(repeat 4X)
And I'm gone |
