Dr Dre - Str-8 Gone Lyrics
Artist: dr. dre f/ king teehaaWooDedicated to the up cityStraight west coast nigga, aint no pityPut holes in niggas, real prettyReal shitty like a black frank nittyI give drugs to the thugs price-freeHanded down the game by that nigga ice-tNo doubt players like meRecognise the great king tee, about twenty grand a kiAh, thats that g shit, no doubt about thatStatutory lyrics is how I rape the rapAnd get your niggas off my backAnd no, god, ya dont pull a strap, cos (*gun shot*) ***** that!Im very precise when I shootStraight out the roof of my lexus coupeYa wanna blame tha alkaholik groupBut, naw, that nigga tela mustve hit the lootCos hes actin real loonieAnd I dont give a ***** cause Im drunk and Im a g like spoonieThe hoodrats wanna do meSo if youve gotcha county cheque give it to meChorus:Now baby, dont trip, its king tee with the gangsta shitAint *****in with nothin but them platinum hitsAnd the two dog groan, a 50 gat to your domeThat nigga on the mic str-8 gone*repeat*Huh, so I guess I earned the title ogBeen down for ten years, this my fifth lpIma get this one easyA real mother*****in g, r-rock teeNow all these fools talkin bout they some killersCar stealers, big time drug dealers***** ass niggas keep it real, dont lieYou aint killin shit and they gon let shit dieYou ask who the hell am i?They call me big bone and on my worst night I fades em allAnd I come thru ya hood like a locc ass gRip any fool that calls hisself an mcIts only one way, lets have gun playI make it play, nigga, ***** what you got to sayI got a mad crew of murderers, ex-burglarsPuttin soft niggas outta serviceChorus:Now baby, dont trip, its king tee with the gangsta shitAint *****in with nothin but them platinum hitsAnd the two dog groan, all the *****in chips blownThat nigga on the mic str-8 goneBaby, dont trip, its king tee with the gangsta shitAint *****in with nothin but them platinum hitsAnd the two dog groan, sittin on chromeThat nigga on the mic str-8 goneMy whole crew lives illegalStrapped with the bulletproof vest in the front and back regalSmokin that sticky green grassHittin switches, bumpin on cuts from the pastWe smoke leaf cos we live like gsSuper-soft niggas become enemiesI hit a lick on the east for ten kisNow everything I drive is on deezIma make you believe, I gotta put it down like a real nigga shouldMy dope spot in every niggas hoodI dont waste time, I need to get whats mineFourteen shells from behindLeave you in the blind, str-8 paralysed from ya spineA partner of organised crimeYa hear it all the time but now ya gotta hear it from the truthTil my nigga karl phats respect dueChorus:Now baby, dont trip, its king tee with the gangsta shitAint *****in with nothin but them platinum hitsAnd the two dog groan, 50 gat to the domeThat nigga on the mic str-8 gone(repeat 4x)And Im gone
