[{"id":24280914,"name":"Str-8 Gone (Album Version)","trackName":"Str-8 Gone (Album Version)","artistName":"King T","albumName":"Dr. Dre Presents... The Aftermath (Album Version)","duration":273.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ha\nWoo\nDedicated to the up city\nStraight West Coast nigga, ain't no pity\nPut holes in niggas, real pretty\nReal shitty like a black Frank Nitty\nI give drugs to the thugs price-free\nHanded down the game by that nigga Ice-T\nNo doubt players like me\nRecognize the great King Tee, about twenty grand a ki\nAh, that's that G shit, no doubt about that\nStatutory lyrics is how I rape the rap\nAnd get your niggas off my back\nAnd no, G-O-D, ya don't pull a strap, 'cause fuck that\nI'm very precise when I shoot\nStraight out the roof of my Lexus coupe\nYa want to blame Tha Alkaholik group\nBut, naw, that nigga Tela must've hit the loot\n'cause he's actin real loonie\nAnd I don't give a fuck cause I'm drunk and I'm a G like Spoonie\nThe hoodrats want to do me\nSo if you've got'cha county cheque give it to me\nNow baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit\nAin't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits\nAnd the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome\nThat nigga on the mic str-8 gone\nBaby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit\nAin't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits\nAnd the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome\nThat nigga on the mic str-8 gone\nHuh, so I guess I earned the title 'OG'\nBeen down for ten years, this my fifth LP\nI'ma get this one easy\nA real motherfuckin G, are-rock Tee\nNow all these fools talkin 'bout they some killers\nCar stealers, big time drug dealers\nBitch ass niggas keep it real, don't lie\nYou ain't killin shit and they gon' let shit die\nYou ask, \"Who the hell am I?\"\nThey call me 'Big Bone' and on my worst night I fades 'em all\nAnd I come through ya hood like a locc ass G\nRip any fool that calls hisself an MC\nIt's only one way, let's have gun play\nI make it play, nigga, fuck what you got to say\nI got a mad crew of murderers, ex-burglars\nPuttin soft niggas outta service\nNow baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit\nAin't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits\nAnd the two dog groan, all the fuckin, chips blown\nThat nigga on the mic str-8 gone\nBaby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit\nAin't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits\nAnd the two dog groan, sittin' on chrome\nThat nigga on the mic str-8 gone\nMy whole crew lives illegal\nStrapped with the bulletproof vest in the front and back Regal\nSmokin' that sticky green grass\nHittin' switches, bumpin' on cuts from the past\nWe smoke leaf 'cause we live like G's\nSuper-soft niggas become enemies\nI hit a lick on the East for ten ki's\nNow everything I drive is on Deez\nI'ma make you believe, I gotta put it down like a real nigga should\nMy dope spot in every nigga's hood\nI don't waste time, I need to get what's mine\nFourteen shells from behind\nLeave you in the blind, str-8 paralysed from ya spine\nA partner of organised crime\nYa hear it all the time but now ya gotta hear it from the truth\n'Til my nigga Karl Phat's respect due\nNow baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit\nAin't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits\nAnd the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome\nThat nigga on the mic str-8 gone\nBaby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit\nAin't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits\nAnd the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome\nThat nigga on the mic str-8 gone\nNow baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit\nAin't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits\nAnd the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome\nThat nigga on the mic str-8 gone\nBaby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit\nAin't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits\nAnd the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome\nThat nigga on the mic str-8 gone\nAnd I'm gone","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Str-8 Gone (Album Version)\n  artist: King T\n  album: Dr. Dre Presents... The Aftermath (Album Version)\n  duration_ms: 273000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ha\n  Woo\n  Dedicated to the up city\n  Straight West Coast nigga, ain't no pity\n  Put holes in niggas, real pretty\n  Real shitty like a black Frank Nitty\n  I give drugs to the thugs price-free\n  Handed down the game by that nigga Ice-T\n  No doubt players like me\n  Recognize the great King Tee, about twenty grand a ki\n  Ah, that's that G shit, no doubt about that\n  Statutory lyrics is how I rape the rap\n  And get your niggas off my back\n  And no, G-O-D, ya don't pull a strap, 'cause fuck that\n  I'm very precise when I shoot\n  Straight out the roof of my Lexus coupe\n  Ya want to blame Tha Alkaholik group\n  But, naw, that nigga Tela must've hit the loot\n  'cause he's actin real loonie\n  And I don't give a fuck cause I'm drunk and I'm a G like Spoonie\n  The hoodrats want to do me\n  So if you've got'cha county cheque give it to me\n  Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit\n  Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits\n  And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome\n  That nigga on the mic str-8 gone\n  Baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit\n  Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits\n  And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome\n  That nigga on the mic str-8 gone\n  Huh, so I guess I earned the title 'OG'\n  Been down for ten years, this my fifth LP\n  I'ma get this one easy\n  A real motherfuckin G, are-rock Tee\n  Now all these fools talkin 'bout they some killers\n  Car stealers, big time drug dealers\n  Bitch ass niggas keep it real, don't lie\n  You ain't killin shit and they gon' let shit die\n  You ask, \"Who the hell am I?\"\n  They call me 'Big Bone' and on my worst night I fades 'em all\n  And I come through ya hood like a locc ass G\n  Rip any fool that calls hisself an MC\n  It's only one way, let's have gun play\n  I make it play, nigga, fuck what you got to say\n  I got a mad crew of murderers, ex-burglars\n  Puttin soft niggas outta service\n  Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit\n  Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits\n  And the two dog groan, all the fuckin, chips blown\n  That nigga on the mic str-8 gone\n  Baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit\n  Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits\n  And the two dog groan, sittin' on chrome\n  That nigga on the mic str-8 gone\n  My whole crew lives illegal\n  Strapped with the bulletproof vest in the front and back Regal\n  Smokin' that sticky green grass\n  Hittin' switches, bumpin' on cuts from the past\n  We smoke leaf 'cause we live like G's\n  Super-soft niggas become enemies\n  I hit a lick on the East for ten ki's\n  Now everything I drive is on Deez\n  I'ma make you believe, I gotta put it down like a real nigga should\n  My dope spot in every nigga's hood\n  I don't waste time, I need to get what's mine\n  Fourteen shells from behind\n  Leave you in the blind, str-8 paralysed from ya spine\n  A partner of organised crime\n  Ya hear it all the time but now ya gotta hear it from the truth\n  'Til my nigga Karl Phat's respect due\n  Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit\n  Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits\n  And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome\n  That nigga on the mic str-8 gone\n  Baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit\n  Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits\n  And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome\n  That nigga on the mic str-8 gone\n  Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit\n  Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits\n  And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome\n  That nigga on the mic str-8 gone\n  Baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit\n  Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits\n  And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome\n  That nigga on the mic str-8 gone\n  And I'm gone\n"},{"id":24766043,"name":"Str-8 Gone (Album Version)","trackName":"Str-8 Gone (Album Version)","artistName":"King T","albumName":"Dr. Dre Presents... The Aftermath","duration":273.632653,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ha\nWoo\nDedicated to the up city\nStraight West Coast nigga, ain't no pity\nPut holes in niggas, real pretty\nReal shitty like a black Frank Nitty\nI give drugs to the thugs price-free\nHanded down the game by that nigga Ice-T\nNo doubt players like me\nRecognize the great King Tee, about twenty grand a ki\nAh, that's that G shit, no doubt about that\nStatutory lyrics is how I rape the rap\nAnd get your niggas off my back\nAnd no, G-O-D, ya don't pull a strap, 'cause fuck that\nI'm very precise when I shoot\nStraight out the roof of my Lexus coupe\nYa want to blame Tha Alkaholik group\nBut, naw, that nigga Tela must've hit the loot\n'cause he's actin real loonie\nAnd I don't give a fuck cause I'm drunk and I'm a G like Spoonie\nThe hoodrats want to do me\nSo if you've got'cha county cheque give it to me\nNow baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit\nAin't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits\nAnd the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome\nThat nigga on the mic str-8 gone\nBaby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit\nAin't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits\nAnd the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome\nThat nigga on the mic str-8 gone\nHuh, so I guess I earned the title 'OG'\nBeen down for ten years, this my fifth LP\nI'ma get this one easy\nA real motherfuckin G, are-rock Tee\nNow all these fools talkin 'bout they some killers\nCar stealers, big time drug dealers\nBitch ass niggas keep it real, don't lie\nYou ain't killin shit and they gon' let shit die\nYou ask, \"Who the hell am I?\"\nThey call me 'Big Bone' and on my worst night I fades 'em all\nAnd I come through ya hood like a locc ass G\nRip any fool that calls hisself an MC\nIt's only one way, let's have gun play\nI make it play, nigga, fuck what you got to say\nI got a mad crew of murderers, ex-burglars\nPuttin soft niggas outta service\nNow baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit\nAin't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits\nAnd the two dog groan, all the fuckin, chips blown\nThat nigga on the mic str-8 gone\nBaby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit\nAin't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits\nAnd the two dog groan, sittin' on chrome\nThat nigga on the mic str-8 gone\nMy whole crew lives illegal\nStrapped with the bulletproof vest in the front and back Regal\nSmokin' that sticky green grass\nHittin' switches, bumpin' on cuts from the past\nWe smoke leaf 'cause we live like G's\nSuper-soft niggas become enemies\nI hit a lick on the East for ten ki's\nNow everything I drive is on Deez\nI'ma make you believe, I gotta put it down like a real nigga should\nMy dope spot in every nigga's hood\nI don't waste time, I need to get what's mine\nFourteen shells from behind\nLeave you in the blind, str-8 paralysed from ya spine\nA partner of organised crime\nYa hear it all the time but now ya gotta hear it from the truth\n'Til my nigga Karl Phat's respect due\nNow baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit\nAin't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits\nAnd the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome\nThat nigga on the mic str-8 gone\nBaby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit\nAin't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits\nAnd the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome\nThat nigga on the mic str-8 gone\nNow baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit\nAin't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits\nAnd the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome\nThat nigga on the mic str-8 gone\nBaby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit\nAin't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits\nAnd the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome\nThat nigga on the mic str-8 gone\nAnd I'm gone","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Str-8 Gone (Album Version)\n  artist: King T\n  album: Dr. Dre Presents... The Aftermath\n  duration_ms: 273633\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ha\n  Woo\n  Dedicated to the up city\n  Straight West Coast nigga, ain't no pity\n  Put holes in niggas, real pretty\n  Real shitty like a black Frank Nitty\n  I give drugs to the thugs price-free\n  Handed down the game by that nigga Ice-T\n  No doubt players like me\n  Recognize the great King Tee, about twenty grand a ki\n  Ah, that's that G shit, no doubt about that\n  Statutory lyrics is how I rape the rap\n  And get your niggas off my back\n  And no, G-O-D, ya don't pull a strap, 'cause fuck that\n  I'm very precise when I shoot\n  Straight out the roof of my Lexus coupe\n  Ya want to blame Tha Alkaholik group\n  But, naw, that nigga Tela must've hit the loot\n  'cause he's actin real loonie\n  And I don't give a fuck cause I'm drunk and I'm a G like Spoonie\n  The hoodrats want to do me\n  So if you've got'cha county cheque give it to me\n  Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit\n  Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits\n  And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome\n  That nigga on the mic str-8 gone\n  Baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit\n  Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits\n  And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome\n  That nigga on the mic str-8 gone\n  Huh, so I guess I earned the title 'OG'\n  Been down for ten years, this my fifth LP\n  I'ma get this one easy\n  A real motherfuckin G, are-rock Tee\n  Now all these fools talkin 'bout they some killers\n  Car stealers, big time drug dealers\n  Bitch ass niggas keep it real, don't lie\n  You ain't killin shit and they gon' let shit die\n  You ask, \"Who the hell am I?\"\n  They call me 'Big Bone' and on my worst night I fades 'em all\n  And I come through ya hood like a locc ass G\n  Rip any fool that calls hisself an MC\n  It's only one way, let's have gun play\n  I make it play, nigga, fuck what you got to say\n  I got a mad crew of murderers, ex-burglars\n  Puttin soft niggas outta service\n  Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit\n  Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits\n  And the two dog groan, all the fuckin, chips blown\n  That nigga on the mic str-8 gone\n  Baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit\n  Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits\n  And the two dog groan, sittin' on chrome\n  That nigga on the mic str-8 gone\n  My whole crew lives illegal\n  Strapped with the bulletproof vest in the front and back Regal\n  Smokin' that sticky green grass\n  Hittin' switches, bumpin' on cuts from the past\n  We smoke leaf 'cause we live like G's\n  Super-soft niggas become enemies\n  I hit a lick on the East for ten ki's\n  Now everything I drive is on Deez\n  I'ma make you believe, I gotta put it down like a real nigga should\n  My dope spot in every nigga's hood\n  I don't waste time, I need to get what's mine\n  Fourteen shells from behind\n  Leave you in the blind, str-8 paralysed from ya spine\n  A partner of organised crime\n  Ya hear it all the time but now ya gotta hear it from the truth\n  'Til my nigga Karl Phat's respect due\n  Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit\n  Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits\n  And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome\n  That nigga on the mic str-8 gone\n  Baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit\n  Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits\n  And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome\n  That nigga on the mic str-8 gone\n  Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit\n  Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits\n  And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome\n  That nigga on the mic str-8 gone\n  Baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit\n  Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits\n  And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome\n  That nigga on the mic str-8 gone\n  And I'm gone\n"}]