Dedicated to the hub city
Straight west coast nigga, ain't no pity
Put hoes and niggas real pretty,
real shitty, like a black
Frank
Libby
I give drugs to the thugs price free,
handed down the game by that nigga
Ice -T
No doubt players like me,
recognize the great
King
T of all 20 grand a key
That's that
G shit, no doubt about that,
statutory lyrics is how I rape the crack
And get your niggas off my back,
and oh god you don't wanna scrap cause
Fuck that,
I'm very precise when I shoot
Straight out the roof of my
Lexus coupe
You wanna blame the alcoholic group
But nah, that nigga
Teeler must've hit the loop
Cause he's acting real loony
And I don't give a fuck
cause I'm drunk and I'm a
G like
Spoonie
The hood rats wanna do me
So if you got your county check,
give it to me
Now baby don't trip and skinkeek
with your gangsta shit
Ain't fuckin' with nothin'
but the platinum hits
In the two door brawl,
I'm 50 out to the dome
And they go on the mic straight gone
Baby don't trip,
let's keep deep with the gangsta shit
Ain't fuckin' with nothin'
but the platinum hits
In the two door brawl,
I'm 50 out to the dome
And they go on the mic straight gone
So I guess I earned the title
OG
Been down for ten years, it's my fifth
LP
I'ma give this one to
Eazy -E and
Real
Motherfuckin'
G
R .I .P.
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
Ball and on my worst night I fades them all
And I come through your
hood like a low gas
G, rip any fool that calls himself an
MC
It's only one way, let's have gunplay,
I make you pay, nigga fuck what you got to say
I got a mad crew of murderers,
ex -burglars
Puttin' soft niggas out of service
Now baby, those trippers can't
keep with the gangsta shit
Ain't fuckin' with nothing
but the platinum hits
And the two -door chrome on
a fuckin' chip phone
That nigga on the mic straight gone
Baby, those trippers can't keep
with the gangsta shit
Ain't fuckin' with nothing
but the platinum hits
And the two -door chrome
sittin' on chrome
That nigga on the mic straight gone
My whole crew lives illegal,
strapped with a bulletproof vest in the front and back prequel
Smokin' that sticky green grass, hittin' switches,
bumpin' old cuts from the past
We smoke fleas cause we live like
G's, super soft niggas become enemies
I hit a lick on the east for ten keys,
now everything I drive is on
D's,
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
44 shells from behind,
leave you in the blind
Straight paralyzed from your spine,
a product of organized crime
You hear it all the time,
but now you gotta hear it from the truth
Till my nigga call
Fats, respect dope
Now baby don't trip, it's
King
T with the gangsta shit
Ain't fuckin' with nothin'
but the platinum hits
And the dudes all grown, 50
GAC to the
Jones
That ain't come on the mic straight, no
Baby don't trip, it's
King
T with the gangsta shit
Ain't fuckin' with nothin'
but the platinum hits
In the two -door
Pro, on the chip phone
That nigga on the mic straight gone
Baby, don't trip, it's
King
T with the gangsta shit
Ain't fuckin' with nothin'
but the platinum hits
In the two -door
Pro, sittin' on chrome
That nigga on the mic straight gone
Baby, don't trip, it's
King
T with the gangsta shit
Ain't fuckin' with nothin'
but the platinum hits
In the two -door
Pro, 50 yacht to the
D -Zone
That nigga on the mic straight gone
And I'm gone