Haa
Woo

Dedicated to the up city
Straight West Coast niggaain t no pity
Put holes in niggasreal 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 Teeabout twenty grand a ki
Ahthat s that G shitno doubt about that
Statutory lyrics is how I rape the rap
And get your niggas off my back
and noGODya don t pull a strapcos (*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
butnawthat 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 babydon t tripit s King Tee with the gangsta shit
Ain t fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groana 50 gat to your dome
That nigga on the mic str-8 gone
*repeat*

Huhso I guess I earned the title OG
Been down for ten yearsthis my fifth Lp
I ma get this one easy
A real motherfuckin GR-rock Tee
Now all these fools talkin bout they some killers
car stealersbig time drug dealers
Bitch ass niggas keep it realdon 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 waylet s have gun play
I make it playniggafuck what you got to say
I got a mad crew of murderersex-burglars
Puttin soft niggas outta service

Chorus:

Now babydon t tripit s King Tee with the gangsta shit
Ain t fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groanall the fuckin chips blown
That nigga on the mic str-8 gone
Babydon t tripit s King Tee with the gangsta shit
Ain t fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groansittin 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 switchesbumpin 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 believeI gotta put it down like a real nigga should
My dope spot in every nigga s hood
I don t waste timeI need to get what s mine
Fourteen shells from behind
Leave you in the blindstr-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 babydon t tripit s King Tee with the gangsta shit
Ain t fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan50 gat to the dome
That nigga on the mic str-8 gone
(repeat 4X)

And I m gone

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