Dr. Dre Str-8 Gone Lyrics

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Dedicated to the up city
Straight West Coast n____, ain't no pity
Put holes in n____s, real pretty
Real s___ty 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
recognise the great King Tee, about twenty grand a ki
Ah, that's that G s___, no doubt about that
And get your n____s off my back
and no, GOD, ya don't pull a strap, cos (*gun shot*) f___ 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 n____ Tela must've hit the loot
Cos 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 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 s___
Ain't f___in 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_________in G, R-rock Tee
Now all these fools talkin 'bout they some killers
car stealers, big time drug dealers
b____ a__ n____s 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 thru 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____s outta service

Chorus:

Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta s___
Ain't f___in with nothin but them platinum hits
And the two dog groan, all the f___in 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___in 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 cos we live like G's
Super-soft n____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 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___in 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