- King T Str-8 Gone 歌詞
- King T
- Artist：dr. dre f/ king teehaa
Woo
Dedicated to the up city
Straight west coast *************, aint 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, thats 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 dont pull a strap, cos (*gun shot*) ************* that!
Im very precise when i shoot
Straight out the roof of my lexus coupe
Ya wanna blame tha alkaholik group
But, naw, that ************* tela mustve hit the loot
Cos hes actin real loonie
And i dont give a ************* cause im drunk and im a g like spoonie
The hoodrats wanna do me
So if youve gotcha county cheque give it to me
Chorus:
Now baby, dont trip, its king tee with the gangsta *************t
Aint *** **** 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
Ima 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, dont lie
You aint 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
Its only one way, lets 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, dont trip, its king tee with the gangsta *************t
Aint ******* with nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, all the ****** * chips blown
That ************* on the mic str-8 gone
Baby, dont trip, its king tee with the gangsta ********* ****t
Aint ******* 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 gs
Super-soft *************s become enemies
I hit a lick on the east for ten kis
Now everything i drive is on deez
Ima make you believe, i gotta put it down like a real ************* should
My **** spot in every *** **********s hood
I dont waste time, i need to get whats mine
Fourteen shells from behind
Leave you in the blind, str-8 paralysed from ya spine
A partnerof organised crime
Ya hear it all the time but now ya gotta hear it from the truth
Til my ************* karl phats respect due
Chorus:
Now baby, dont trip, its king tee with the gangsta *************t
Aint ******* 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 im gone
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