Str-8 Gone - Album Version Lyrics
| Song | Str-8 Gone - Album Version |
| Artist | King T |
| Album | Dr. Dre Presents... The Aftermath |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Artist：dr. dre f/ king teehaa | |
| 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 (*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 | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus: | |
| 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 | |
| *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 | |
| 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?" | |
| 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, nigga, fuck 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 shit | |
| Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits | |
| And the two dog groan, all the fuckin chips blown | |
| That nigga on the mic str-8 gone | |
| 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, sittin 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 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 nigga should | |
| My dope spot in every nigga'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 nigga karl phat's respect due | |
| Chorus: | |
| 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, 50 gat to the dome | |
| That nigga on the mic str-8 gone | |
| (repeat 4x) | |
| And i'm gone |
| Artist: dr. dre f king teehaa | |
| 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 pricefree | |
| Handed down the game by that nigga icet | |
| 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 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus: | |
| 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 str8 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, rrock 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?" | |
| 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, nigga, fuck what you got to say | |
| I got a mad crew of murderers, exburglars | |
| Puttin soft niggas outta service | |
| Chorus: | |
| 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, all the fuckin chips blown | |
| That nigga on the mic str8 gone | |
| 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, sittin on chrome | |
| That nigga on the mic str8 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 | |
| Supersoft 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 nigga should | |
| My dope spot in every nigga' s hood | |
| I don' t waste time, i need to get what' s mine | |
| Fourteen shells from behind | |
| Leave you in the blind, str8 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 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, 50 gat to the dome | |
| That nigga on the mic str8 gone | |
| repeat 4x | |
| And i' m gone |
| Artist: dr. dre f king teehaa | |
| 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 pricefree | |
| Handed down the game by that nigga icet | |
| 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 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus: | |
| 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 str8 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, rrock 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?" | |
| 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, nigga, fuck what you got to say | |
| I got a mad crew of murderers, exburglars | |
| Puttin soft niggas outta service | |
| Chorus: | |
| 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, all the fuckin chips blown | |
| That nigga on the mic str8 gone | |
| 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, sittin on chrome | |
| That nigga on the mic str8 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 | |
| Supersoft 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 nigga should | |
| My dope spot in every nigga' s hood | |
| I don' t waste time, i need to get what' s mine | |
| Fourteen shells from behind | |
| Leave you in the blind, str8 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 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, 50 gat to the dome | |
| That nigga on the mic str8 gone | |
| repeat 4x | |
| And i' m gone |
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