haa 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 is how i rape the rap and get your niggas off my back and no god ya don t pull a strap cos 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 mma give this one to eazy e a real muthaphuckkin g r i p 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 d s 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 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 and i m gone1