str-8 gone

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 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

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

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?"