作词 : Anderson, King Tee Artist：dr. dre f/ king teehaa Woo Dedicated to the up city Straight west coast *****, ain't no pity Put holes in *****s, real pretty Real *****tty 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 *****t, no doubt about that Statutory lyrics is how i rape the rap And get your *****s 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 *****t 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 mother******* g, r-rock tee Now all these fools talkin 'bout they some killers Car stealers, big time drug dealers ***** ass *****s keep it real, don't lie You ain't killin *****t and they gon' let *****t 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, *****, ************* what you got to say I got a mad crew of murderers, ex-burglars Puttin soft *****s outta service Chorus: Now baby, don't trip, it's king tee with the gangsta *****t 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 *****t 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 *****s 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 **** 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 *****t 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
作词 : Anderson, King Tee Artist：dr. dre f/ king teehaa Woo Dedicated to the up city Straight west coast *****, ain't no pity Put holes in *****s, real pretty Real *****tty 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 *****t, no doubt about that Statutory lyrics is how i rape the rap And get your *****s 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 *****t 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 mother******* g, r-rock tee Now all these fools talkin 'bout they some killers Car stealers, big time drug dealers ***** ass *****s keep it real, don't lie You ain't killin *****t and they gon' let *****t 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, *****, ************* what you got to say I got a mad crew of murderers, ex-burglars Puttin soft *****s outta service Chorus: Now baby, don't trip, it's king tee with the gangsta *****t 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 *****t 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 *****s 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 **** 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 *****t 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
