STR-8 Gone
作词 : Anderson, King Tee
Artist：dr. dre f/ king teehaa
Woo
Dedicated to the up city
Straight west coast *****, ain't no pity
Put holes in *****s, real pretty
Real *****tty like a black frank nitty
I give drugs to the thugs price-free
Handed down the game by that ***** ice-t
No doubt players like me
Recognise the great king tee, about twenty grand a ki
Ah, that's that g *****t, no doubt about that
Statutory lyrics is how i rape the rap
And get your *****s off my back
And no, god, ya don't pull a strap, cos (*gun shot*) ************* 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 ***** tela must've hit the loot
Cos he's actin real loonie
And i don't give a ************* 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 *****t
Ain't ******* with nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, a 50 gat to your dome
That ***** 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 mother******* g, r-rock tee
Now all these fools talkin 'bout they some killers
Car stealers, big time drug dealers
***** ass *****s keep it real, don't lie
You ain't killin *****t and they gon' let *****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 ass g
Rip any fool that calls hisself an mc
It's only one way, let's have gun play
I make it play, *****, ************* what you got to say
I got a mad crew of murderers, ex-burglars
Puttin soft *****s outta service
Chorus:
Now baby, don't trip, it's king tee with the gangsta *****t
Ain't ******* with nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, all the ******* chips blown
That ***** on the mic str-8 gone
Baby, don't trip, it's king tee with the gangsta *****t
Ain't ******* with nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, sittin on chrome
That ***** 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 *****s 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 ***** should
My **** spot in every *****'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 ***** karl phat's respect due
Chorus:
Now baby, don't trip, it's king tee with the gangsta *****t
Ain't ******* with nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome
That ***** on the mic str-8 gone
(repeat 4x)
And i'm gone
STR-8 GoneLRC歌词
作词 : Anderson, King Tee
Artist：dr. dre f/ king teehaa
Woo
Dedicated to the up city
Straight west coast *****, ain't no pity
Put holes in *****s, real pretty
Real *****tty like a black frank nitty
I give drugs to the thugs price-free
Handed down the game by that ***** ice-t
No doubt players like me
Recognise the great king tee, about twenty grand a ki
Ah, that's that g *****t, no doubt about that
Statutory lyrics is how i rape the rap
And get your *****s off my back
And no, god, ya don't pull a strap, cos (*gun shot*) ************* 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 ***** tela must've hit the loot
Cos he's actin real loonie
And i don't give a ************* 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 *****t
Ain't ******* with nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, a 50 gat to your dome
That ***** 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 mother******* g, r-rock tee
Now all these fools talkin 'bout they some killers
Car stealers, big time drug dealers
***** ass *****s keep it real, don't lie
You ain't killin *****t and they gon' let *****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 ass g
Rip any fool that calls hisself an mc
It's only one way, let's have gun play
I make it play, *****, ************* what you got to say
I got a mad crew of murderers, ex-burglars
Puttin soft *****s outta service
Chorus:
Now baby, don't trip, it's king tee with the gangsta *****t
Ain't ******* with nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, all the ******* chips blown
That ***** on the mic str-8 gone
Baby, don't trip, it's king tee with the gangsta *****t
Ain't ******* with nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, sittin on chrome
That ***** 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 *****s 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 ***** should
My **** spot in every *****'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 ***** karl phat's respect due
Chorus:
Now baby, don't trip, it's king tee with the gangsta *****t
Ain't ******* with nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome
That ***** on the mic str-8 gone
(repeat 4x)
And i'm gone
