Str-8 Gone Lyrics

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Haa

Woo

Dedicated to the up city

Straight west coast **** ain't no pity

Put holes in niggas real pretty

Real **** 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 **** 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 (*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 ****

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 motherfuckin g r-rock tee

Now all these fools talkin 'bout they some killers

Car stealers big time drug dealers

**** **** niggas keep it real don't lie

You ain't killin **** and they gon' let **** die

You ask "who the **** 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 **** 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 niggas outta service

Chorus:

Now baby don't trip it's king tee with the gangsta ****

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 ****

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 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 believe i gotta put it down like a real **** should

My dope 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 ****

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

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