Ha

Woo

Dedicated to the Hub 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, 'cause <i>[*gun shot*]</i> 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

'Cause he's acting real loonie

And I don't give a fuck cause I'm drunk and I'm a G like Spoonie

The hood rats wanna do me

So if you've got your county cheque give it to me

Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangster shit

Ain't fucking with nothing but them platinum hits

And the two dog groan, a 50 gat to your dome

That nigga on the mic str-8 gone

Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangster shit

Ain't fucking with nothing 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'mma give this one to Eazy-E

A real motherfucking G, R.I.P

Now all these fools talking 'bout they some killers

Car stealers, big time drug dealers

Bitch ass niggas keep it real, don't lie

You ain't killing 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 throat 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

Putting soft niggas outta service

Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangster shit

Ain't fucking with nothing but them platinum hits

And the two dog groan, all the fucking chips blown

That nigga on the mic str-8 gone

Baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangster shit

Ain't fucking with nothing but them platinum hits

And the two dog groan, sitting 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

Smoking that sticky green grass

Hitting switches, bumping on cuts from the past

We smoke leaf 'cause we live like Gs

Super-soft niggas become enemies

I hit a lick on the East for ten kis

Now everything I drive is on Deez

I'mma 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

Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangster shit

Ain't fucking with nothing but them platinum hits

And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome

That nigga on the mic str-8 gone

Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangster shit

Ain't fucking with nothing but them platinum hits

And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome

That nigga on the mic str-8 gone

Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangster shit

Ain't fucking with nothing but them platinum hits

And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome

That nigga on the mic str-8 gone

Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangster shit

Ain't fucking with nothing but them platinum hits

And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome

That nigga on the mic str-8 gone

And I'm gone