Haa
Woo
Dedicated to the up city
Straight West Coast n****, ain't no pity
Put holes in n*****, real pretty
Real s***** like a black Frank Nitty
I give drugs to the thugs price-free
Handed down the game by that n**** Ice-T
No doubt players like me
Recognize the great King Tee, about twenty grand a ki
Ah, that's that G s***, no doubt about that
Statutory lyrics is how I rape the rap
And get your n***** off my back
And no, GOD, ya don't pull a strap, 'cause (*gun shot*) f*** THAT!
I'm very precise when I shoot
Straight out the roof of my Lexus coupe
Ya want to blame Tha Alkaholik group
But, naw, that n**** Tela must've hit the loot
'cause he's actin real loonie
And I don't give a f*** cause I'm drunk and I'm a G like Spoonie
The hoodrats want to 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 s***
Ain't f***** with nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, a 50 gat to your dome
That n**** on the mic str-8 gone
[*repeat*]
Huh, so I guess I earned the t**le 'OG'
Been down for ten years, this my fifth Lp
I'ma get this one easy
A real m*********** G, are-rock Tee
Now all these fools talkin 'bout they some killers
Car stealers, big time drug dealers
b**** a** n***** keep it real, don't lie
You ain't killin s*** and they gon' let s*** 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 through ya hood like a locc a** G
Rip any fool that calls hisself an MC
It's only one way, let's have gun play
I make it play, n****, f*** what you got to say
I got a mad crew of murderers, ex-burglars
Puttin soft n***** outta service
Chorus:
Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta s***
Ain't f***** with nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, all the f***** chips blown
That n**** on the mic str-8 gone
Baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta s***
Ain't f***** with nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, sittin on chrome
That n**** 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, b**pin on cuts from the past
We smoke leaf 'cause we live like G's
Super-soft n***** 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 n**** should
My dope spot in every n****'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 n**** Karl Phat's respect due
[Chorus:]
Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta s***
Ain't f***** with nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome
That n**** on the mic str-8 gone
(repeat 4X)
And I'm gone
Woo
Dedicated to the up city
Straight West Coast n****, ain't no pity
Put holes in n*****, real pretty
Real s***** like a black Frank Nitty
I give drugs to the thugs price-free
Handed down the game by that n**** Ice-T
No doubt players like me
Recognize the great King Tee, about twenty grand a ki
Ah, that's that G s***, no doubt about that
Statutory lyrics is how I rape the rap
And get your n***** off my back
And no, GOD, ya don't pull a strap, 'cause (*gun shot*) f*** THAT!
I'm very precise when I shoot
Straight out the roof of my Lexus coupe
Ya want to blame Tha Alkaholik group
But, naw, that n**** Tela must've hit the loot
'cause he's actin real loonie
And I don't give a f*** cause I'm drunk and I'm a G like Spoonie
The hoodrats want to 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 s***
Ain't f***** with nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, a 50 gat to your dome
That n**** on the mic str-8 gone
[*repeat*]
Huh, so I guess I earned the t**le 'OG'
Been down for ten years, this my fifth Lp
I'ma get this one easy
A real m*********** G, are-rock Tee
Now all these fools talkin 'bout they some killers
Car stealers, big time drug dealers
b**** a** n***** keep it real, don't lie
You ain't killin s*** and they gon' let s*** 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 through ya hood like a locc a** G
Rip any fool that calls hisself an MC
It's only one way, let's have gun play
I make it play, n****, f*** what you got to say
I got a mad crew of murderers, ex-burglars
Puttin soft n***** outta service
Chorus:
Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta s***
Ain't f***** with nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, all the f***** chips blown
That n**** on the mic str-8 gone
Baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta s***
Ain't f***** with nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, sittin on chrome
That n**** 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, b**pin on cuts from the past
We smoke leaf 'cause we live like G's
Super-soft n***** 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 n**** should
My dope spot in every n****'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 n**** Karl Phat's respect due
[Chorus:]
Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta s***
Ain't f***** with nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome
That n**** on the mic str-8 gone
(repeat 4X)
And I'm gone