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VERSE 1 (Ice Cube) Straight outta Compton, Crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube, From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes. When I'm called off, I got a sawed off. Squeeze the trigger, And bodies are hauled off. You too, boy, if you fuck with me The police are gonna have to come and get me Off your ass. That's how I'm going out, For the punk motherfuckers that's showing out Niggaz start to mumble, They want to rumble Mix them and cook them in a pot like Gumbo. Going off on a motherfucker like that, With a gat that's pointed at your ass. So give it up smooth. Ain't no telling when I'm down for a jack move. Here's a murder rap to keep ya dancing, With a crime record like Charles Manson. AK-47 is the tool. Don't make me act a motherfucking fool. Me and you can go toe to toe, no maybe, I'm knocking niggaz out the box daily. Yo weekly, monthly, and yearly, Until them dumb motherfuckers see clearly That I'm down with the capital C-P-T. Boy, you can't fuck with me. So when I'm in your neighborhood, You better duck, 'cause Ice Cube is crazy as fuck. As I leave, believe I'm stomping But when I come back, boy, I'm coming straight outta Compton.
VERSE 2 (M.C. Ren) [Yo Ren! Wussup? Tell 'em where ya from!] Straight outta Compton, Another crazy ass nigga. More punks I smoke, Yo my rep gets bigger. I'm a bad motherfucker and you know this, But the pussy ass niggaz won't show this. But I don't give a fuck, I'mma make my snaps, If not from the records, from jacking, or craps. [?? #1] It's like burglary, the definition is jacking, Or when illegally armed, it's called packing. Shoot a motherfucker in a minute, I find a good piece of pussy, and go up in it. So if you're at a show in the front row, I'mma call you a bitch or a dirty ass 'ho. You'll probably get mad like a bitch is supposed to, But that shows me what you're composed to [?? #2] A crazy motherfucker from the street. Attitude legit, 'cause I'm tearing up shit. MC Ren controls the automatic For any dumb motherfucker that starts static. Not the right hand, 'cause I'm the hand itself, Every time, I pull a AK off the shelf. Security is maximum and that's a law. R-E-N spells Ren, but I'm raw. See, 'cause I'm the motherfucking villain. The definition is clear, You're the witness of a killing That's taking place without a clue. And once you're on the scope, Your ass is through. Look, you might take it as a trip, But a nigga like Ren is on a gangster tip. Straight outta Compton.
VERSE 3 (Eazy-E) [Eazy is his name and the boy's coming...] Straight outta Compton, Is a brother that'll smother your mother And make your sister think I love her. Dangerous motherfucker raising hell, And if I ever get caught I make bail. See, I don't give a fuck, that's the problem. I see a motherfucking cop, I don't dodge him, But I'm smart, lay low, creep a while, And when I see the punk pass, I smile. To me it's kind of funny, The attitude is showing; Nigga driving, But don't know where the fuck he going. Just rolling, Looking for the one they call Eazy, But here's the flash: They never seize me. Ruthless, never seen, like a shadow in the dark, Except when I unload. You see, it's fun to jump over a hesitation [?? #3] And hear the scream of the one who caught the last penetration [?? #4] Feel a little gust of wind and I'm jetting, But leave a memory, no one will be forgetting. So what about the bitch who got shot? Fuck her! You think I give a damn about a bitch? I ain't a sucker. This is an autobiography of the E And if you ever fuck with me You'll get taken by a stupid dope brother who will smother. Word to the motherfucker. Straight outta Compton. jhareed dont fuck around end up and kill a wite bitch im the crazies motherfucker u ever going to see
Damn, that shit was dope!
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[?? #1] "jacking the cracks" a lyric that appears in some transcriptions, seems nonsensical, as does "jacking the crops." The lyric "Jacking, or craps [game]" seems improved because it's consistent with the idea that 'Ruthless Villain' MC Ren would make money from his records, or from stealing and gambling. Having more industry than agriculture, it is unlikely that Ren is robbing farmers of their crops in Compton. :P [?? #2] The current lyric "what you're composed to" doesn't make much sense. And, this transcriber hears the word "slut" instead of "what", although that doesn't clarify the rest of the sentence. [?? #3] Possibly "it's fun to jump over a hesitation" or "a spark will jump over a hesitation" or "a spark can jump over a hesitation." This transcriber recalls a printed interview with NWA where they clarified this line with "spark," but the transcriber's ancient memory is not sufficient for good data, and the meaning of this line is still not clear. [?? #4] This transcriber is positing that the lyric goes: "and hear the scream of the one who caught the leg penetration," ie., bullet wound. This transcriber can imagine an S phoneme just before "penetration," but the transcriber suspects that it might be a phantom phoneme from the 808 hi-hat. Also the meaning of "last penetration" is not understood.
Some L.A. Niggaz featuring Alvin Joiner,Defari,King T,Knoc-Turn'Al,Kokane,Mc Ren,Time Bomb,Xzibit작곡:Alvin Joyner,Andre R. Young,Brian Bailey,D. Johnson,Dr. Dre,Duane Johnson,Marquese D. Holder,Marquis Holder,R. Harbor,R. Mcbride,Roger Mcbride,Royal Rosheam Harbor
Yeah nigga MC Ren up in this mother fucker West West y'all Yeah L A niggaz L A niggaz rule the world nigga Y'all niggaz gotta recognize yaknahmsayin Niggaz don't wanna peep game yaknahmsayin But this shit come all the way back around here My nigga Dre droppin heat box on y'all bitchass Yaknahmsayin You gotta recognize L A niggaz connected all over he motherfuckin world nigga Recognize this Now in my younger days I used to sport a rag Backpack full of cans plus a four four mag G'd from the feet up Blued up from the sewer's how I grew up Loc'n smokin and drinkin til we threw up threw up At Leimert Park taggin hittin fools up Ditchin my class just to fuck yo' school up You don't wanna blast nigga tuck yo' tool up But don't sleep y'all niggaz quick to shoot you Now there's another motherfucker with no future But Time Bomb much smoother when I manuever dope like Cuba Got em jumpin King T starts speakin indecipherable I'm comin Straight Outta Compton with a loose cannon Smoke big green call it Bruce Banner Watch your manners at last another blast from the top notch From way back with the pop rocks I pop lock witcha Picture this Dr Dre twistin wit Tha Liks and Hittman bought a fix Don't trip it's a Time Bomb in this bitch Here it tick tick tick tick BOOM Wait a minute it's on I tell it like a true mackadelic Weed and cocaine sold seperate check it From sundown to sunup clown done run up The Aftermath'll be two in your gut nigga what We roll deep smoke on weed drink and pack heat Requirements for survival each day in L A It don't stop we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops Analyze why we act this way in L A Gimme that mic fool it's a West coast jack move They call me Hitt cause I spit like gats do cock me back Bust caps for my max crew at Fairfax who used to wear Air Max shoes that's true But I grew up where niggaz jack you harass you Blast you for that set you claim where you from Mash on you for your turkish chain CK B K Blued up or flame I ran wit a gang I helped niggaz get jacked for they Dana Dane's My pants hang below my waistline I look humble wanna rumble yeah yeah I bang though like Vince Carter from the baseline don't waste my time Fuck a scrap in killa Cali AK's and 9's One time's sunshines and fine ass bitches Hawaiian thai drive by six fo's on switches I was raised in the hood called WHAT THE DIF' Where the brothers in the hood refused to go Hollywood Slugs for the fuck of it Anybody hatin on us can suck a dick If I catch you touchin mine you catch a flatline dead on the floor Better than yours drivin away gettin head from a whore It's AvireX to the Z Fuckin with me might get you banned from TV cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right time Multiply we don't die the streets don't lie What so neither do I I'm bad for your health like puttin a pistol up to your face and blastin yourself Five in the mornin burglars at my do Glock forty five in my dresser drawer Let em come in BLAOW he see the thunder roll Roll with niggaz who by fifths by the fo and bruise by the case SLAP YOU in the face with the bass Dr Dre laced Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold rings Haters fold the style but can't find no openings We roll deep smoke on weed drink and pack heat Requirements for survival each day in L A It don't stop we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops Analyze why we act this way in L A
That's how we ride That's how we ride That's how we ride That's how we ride
