*featuring King Tee
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Haa
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Woo
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Dedicated to the up city
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Straight West Coast nigga, ain't no pity
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Put holes in niggas, real pretty
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Real shitty like a black Frank Nitty
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I give drugs to the thugs price-free
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Handed down the game by that nigga Ice-T
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No doubt players like me
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recognise the great King Tee, about twenty grand a ki
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Ah, that's that G shit, no doubt about that
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Statutory lyrics is how I rape the rap
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And get your niggas off my back
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and no, GOD, ya don't pull a strap, cos [gun shot] FUCK THAT!
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I'm very precise when I shoot
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straight out the roof of my Lexus coupe
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Ya wanna blame Tha Alkaholik group
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but, naw, that nigga Tela must've hit the loot
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Cos he's actin real loonie
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and I don't give a fuck cause I'm drunk and I'm a G like Spoonie
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The hoodrats wanna do me
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So if you've got'cha county cheque give it to me
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[Chorus:]
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Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit
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Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits
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And the two dog groan, a 50 gat to your dome
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That nigga on the mic str-8 gone
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[repeat]
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Huh, so I guess I earned the title 'OG'
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Been down for ten years, this my fifth Lp
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I'ma get this one easy
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A real motherfuckin G, R-rock Tee
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Now all these fools talkin 'bout they some killers
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car stealers, big time drug dealers
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Bitch ass niggas keep it real, don't lie
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You ain't killin shit and they gon' let shit die
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You ask "Who the hell am I?"
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They call me 'Big Bone' and on my worst night I fades em all
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And I come thru ya hood like a locc ass G
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Rip any fool that calls hisself an MC
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It's only one way, let's have gun play
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I make it play, nigga, fuck what you got to say
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I got a mad crew of murderers, ex-burglars
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Puttin soft niggas outta service
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[Chorus:]
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Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit
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Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits
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And the two dog groan, all the fuckin chips blown
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That nigga on the mic str-8 gone
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Baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit
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Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits
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And the two dog groan, sittin on chrome
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That nigga on the mic str-8 gone
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My whole crew lives illegal
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Strapped with the bulletproof vest in the front and back Regal
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Smokin that sticky green grass
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Hittin switches, bumpin on cuts from the past
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We smoke leaf cos we live like G's
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Super-soft niggas become enemies
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I hit a lick on the East for ten ki's
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now everything I drive is on Deez
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I'ma make you believe, I gotta put it down like a real nigga should
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My dope spot in every nigga's hood
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I don't waste time, I need to get what's mine
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Fourteen shells from behind
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Leave you in the blind, str-8 paralysed from ya spine
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A partner of organised crime
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Ya hear it all the time but now ya gotta hear it from the truth
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til my nigga Karl Phat's respect due
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[Chorus:]
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Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit
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Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits
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And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome
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That nigga on the mic str-8 gone
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[repeat 4X]
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And I'm gone
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Str-8 Gone
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Dr Dre |