(feat. King Tee)
Haa
Woo
Dedicated to the up city
Straight West Coast n***a, ain't no pity
Put holes in n***as, real pretty
Real sh**ty like a black Frank Nitty
I give d** 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**, 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] fu*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** 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**
Ain't f**in 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 title 'OG'
Been down for ten years, this my fifth Lp
I'ma get this one easy
A real motherf**in G, R-rock Tee
Now all these fools talkin 'bout they some k**ers
car stealers, big time drug dealers
b**h a** n***as keep it real, don't lie
You ain't k**in sh** and they gon' let sh** 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** 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**
Ain't f**in with nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, all the f**in chips blown
That n***a on the mic str-8 gone
Baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta sh**
Ain't f**in 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 Deez
I'ma 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**
Ain't f**in 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