Текст песни Dr Dre - Str 8 Gone, слова песни Dr Dre

Текст песни Dr Dre - Str 8 Gone

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[Featuring King Tee]HaaWooDedicated to the up cityStraight West Coast nigga ain`t 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 that`s that G shit no doubt about thatStatutory lyrics is how I rape the rapAnd get your niggas off my backand no, GOD, ya don`t pull a strap, cos (*gun shot*) FUCK THAT!I`m very precise when I shootstraight out the roof of my Lexus coupeYa wanna blame Tha Alkaholik groupbut, naw, that nigga Tela must`ve hit the lootCos he`s actin real loonieand I don`t give a fuck cause I`m drunk and I`m a G like SpoonieThe hoodrats wanna do meSo if you`ve got`cha county cheque give it to meChorus:Now baby, don`t trip, it`s King Tee with the gangsta shitAin`t fuckin 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 `OG`Been down for ten years, this my fifth LpI`ma get this one easyA real motherfuckin G, R-rock TeeNow all these fools talkin `bout they some killerscar stealers, big time drug dealersBitch ass niggas keep it real, don`t lieYou ain`t 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 MCIt`s only one way, let`s have gun playI make it play, nigga, fuck what you got to sayI got a mad crew of murderers, ex-burglarsPuttin soft niggas outta serviceChorus:Now baby, don`t trip, it`s King Tee with the gangsta shitAin`t fuckin with nothin but them platinum hitsAnd the two dog groan, all the fuckin chips blownThat nigga on the mic str-8 goneBaby, don`t trip, it`s King Tee with the gangsta shitAin`t fuckin 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 G`sSuper-soft niggas become enemiesI hit a lick on the East for ten ki`snow everything I drive is on DeezI`ma make you believe, I gotta put it down like a real nigga shouldMy dope spot in every nigga`s hoodI don`t waste time, I need to get what`s 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 Phat`s respect dueChorus:Now baby, don`t trip, it`s King Tee with the gangsta shitAin`t fuckin 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 I`m gone

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