Dr Dre - Str-8 Gone

Versuri Dr Dre - Str-8 Gone

(feat. King Tee)  
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 [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