Dedicated to the up 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 lyrics is how I rape the rap   And get your niggas off my back   and no, GOD, ya don't pull a strap, cos (*gun shot*) 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'ma get this one easy   A real motherfuckin G, R-rock Tee   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 Deez   I'ma 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   (repeat 4X)      And I'm gone