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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 ya fuck with me The police are gonna hafta come an |
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[MC Ren as Court Officer] Right about now, N.W.A. court is in full effect Judge Dre presiding In the case of N.W.A. vs. the Police Department; prosecuting attourneys are: MC Ren, Ice Cube, and Eazy-motherfuckin-E [Dr. Dre as The Judge] Order, order, order Ice Cube, take the motherfuckin stand Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothin but the truth so help your black ass? [Ice Cube as Witness] You god damn right! [Dr. Dre] Well won't you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say? [Ice Cube] Fuck the police comin straight from the underground A young nigga got it bad cause I'm brown And not the other color so police think they have the authority to kill a minority Fuck that shit, cause I ain't the one for a punk motherfucker with a badge and a gun to be beatin on, and thrown in jail We can go toe to toe in the middle of a cell Fuckin with me cause I'm a teenager with a little bit of gold and a pager Searchin my car, lookin for the product Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics You'd rather see, me in the pen than me and Lorenzo rollin in a Benz-o Beat a police out of shape and when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape To tape off the scene of the slaughter Still gettin swoll off bread and water I don't know if they fags or what Search a nigga down, and grabbin his nuts And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none But don't let it be a black and a white one Cause they'll slam ya down to the street top Black police showin out for the white cop Ice Cube will swarm on ANY motherfucker in a blue uniform Just cause I'm from, the CPT Ounk police are afraid of me! HUH, a young nigga on the warpath And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath of cops, dyin in L.A. Yo Dre, I got somethin to say {*"Fuck the police" -) cut and scratched 4X*} Example of scene one [Cop] Pull your god damn ass over right now [NWA] Aww shit, now what the fuck you pullin me over for? [Cop] Cause I feel like it! Just sit your ass on the curb and shut the fuck up [NWA] Man, fuck this shit [Cop] Aight smartass, I'm takin your black ass to jail! [Dr. Dre] MC Ren, will you please give your testimony to the jury about this fucked up incident? [MC Ren] Fuck the police and Ren said it with authority because the niggaz on the street is a majority A gang, is with whoever I'm steppin and the motherfuckin weapon is kept in a stash box, for the so-called law Wishin Ren was a nigga that they never saw Lights start flashin behind me But they're scared of a nigga so they mace me to blind me But that shit don't work, I just laugh because it gives em a hint, not to step in my path For police, I'm sayin, "Fuck you punk!" Readin my rights and shit, it's all junk Pullin out a silly club, so you stand with a fake-assed badge and a gun in your hand But take off the gun so you can see what's up And we'll go at it punk, and I'ma fuck you up! Make you think I'ma kick your ass but drop your gat, and Ren's gonna blast I'm sneaky as fuck when it comes to crime But I'ma smoke 'em now and not next time Smoke any motherfucker that sweats me or any asshole, that threatens me I'm a sniper with a hell of a scope Takin out a cop or two, they can't cope with me The motherfuckin villian that's mad With potential, to get bad as fuck So I'ma turn it around Put in my clip, yo, and this is the sound {*BOOM, BOOM*} Yeah, somethin like that but it all depends on the size of the gat Takin out a police, would make my day But a nigga like Ren don't give a fuck to say {*"Fuck the police" -) cut and scratched 4X*} [Cop] {*knocking on the door*} [NWA] Yeah man, what you need? [Cop] Police, open now [NWA] Aww shit [Cop] We have a warrant for Eazy-E's arrest [Cop] Get down and put your hands up where I can see 'em (Move motherfucker, move now!) [NWA] What the fuck did I do, man what did I do? [Cop] Just shut the fuck up and get your motherfuckin ass on the floor (You heard the man, shut the fuck up!) [NWA] But I didn't do shit [Cop] Man just shut the fuck up! [Dr. Dre] Eazy-E, won't you step up to the stand and tell the jury how you feel about this bullshit? [Eazy-E] I'm tired of the motherfuckin jackin Sweatin my gang, while I'm chillin in the shack, and shinin the light in my face, and for what? Maybe it's because I kick so much butt I kick ass -- or maybe cause I blast on a stupid-assed nigga when I'm playin with the trigger of any Uzi or an AK Cause the police always got somethin stupid to say They put out my picture with silence Cause my identity by itself causes violence The E with the criminal behavior Yeah, I'm a gangsta, but still I got flavor Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got? A sucker in a uniform waitin to get shot by me, or another nigga And with a gat it don't matter if he's smaller or bigger (MC Ren: Size ain't shit, he's from the old school fool) And as you all know, E's here to rule Whenever I'm rollin, keep lookin in the mirror And ears on cue, yo, so I can hear a dumb motherfucker with a gun And if I'm rollin off the 8, he'll be the one that I take out, and then get away While I'm drivin off laughin this is what I'll say {*"Fuck the police" -) cut and scratched 4X*} The verdict [Dre] The jury has found you guilty of bein a redneck, white bread, chickenshit motherfucker [Cop] But wait, that's a lie! That's a god damn lie! [Dre] Get him out of here! [Cop] I want justice! [Dre] Get him the fuck out my face! [Cop] I want justice! [Dre] Out, RIGHT NOW! [Cop] FUCK YOU, YOU BLACK MOTHER-FUCKERRRRRRRRRRRRS! Fuck the police! (repeat 3X) |
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Here's a little somethin' bout a nigga like me never shoulda been let out the penititary Ice Cube would like ta say That I'm a crazy mutha fucka from around the way Since I was a youth, I smoked weed out Now I'm the mutha fucka that ya read about Takin' a life or two that's what the hell I do, you don't like how I'm livin well fuck you! This is a gang, and I'm in it My man Dre'll fuck you up in a minute With a right left, right left you're toothless And then you say goddamn they ruthless! Everwhere we go they say [damn!] N W A's fuckin' up tha program And then you realize we don't care We don't just say no, we to busy sayin' yeah! To drinkin' straight out the eight bottle Do I look like a mutha fuckin role model? To a kid lookin' up ta me Life ain't nothin but bitches and money. Cause I'm tha type o' nigga that's built ta last If ya fuck wit me I'll put a foot in ya ass See I don't give a fuck 'cause I keep bailin Yo, what the fuck are they yellin Chorus: Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin "It's not about a salary, it's all about reality" - KRS One Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin "Hopin you sophisticated motherfuckers hear what I have to say" Verse Two: Ice Cube When me and my posse stepped in the house All the punk-ass niggaz start breakin out Cause you know, they know whassup So we started lookin for the bitches with the big butts Like her, but she keep cryin "I got a boyfriend" Bitch stop lyin Dumb-ass hooker ain't nuttin but a dyke Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like Walked over to em, and said, "Whassup?" The first nigga that I saw, hit em in the jaw Ren started stompin em, and so did E By that time got rushed by security Out the door, but we don't quit Ren said, "Let's start some shit!" I got a shotgun, and here's the plot Takin niggaz out with a flurry of buckshots Boom boom boom, yeah I was gunnin And then you look, all you see is niggaz runnin and fallin and yellin and pushin and screamin and cussin, I stepped back, and I kept bustin And then I realized it's time for me to go So I stopped, jumped in the vehicle It's like this, because of that who-ride N.W.A. is wanted for a homicide Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last Fuck wit me, I'll put my foot in your ass See I don't give a fuck, cause I keep bailin Yo, what the fuck are they yellin? Chorus: Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin "It's not about a salary, it's all about reality" - KRS One Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin "He'll tell you exactly how he feel, and don't want a fuckin thing back" Verse Three: Ice Cube Homies all standin around, just hangin Some dope-dealin, some gang-bangin We decide to roll and we deep See a nigga on Dayton's and we creep Real slow, and before you know I had my shotgun pointed in the window He got scared, and hit the gas Right then, I knew I has to smoke his ass He kept rollin, I jumped in the bucket We couldn't catch him, so I said fuck it Then we headed right back to the fort Sweatin all the bitches in the biker shorts We didn't get no play, from the ladies With six niggaz in a car are you crazy? She was scared, and it was showin We all said "Fuck you bitch!" and kept goin To the hood, and we was fin to Find somethin else to get into Like some pussy, or in fact A bum rush, but we call it rat pack On a nigga for nuttin at all Ice Cube'll go stupid when I'm full of eight ball I might stumble, but I won't lose Now I'm dressed in the county blues Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last If you Fuck wit me, I'll put my foot in your ass I don't give a fuck, cause I keep bailin Yo, what the fuck are they yellin? Interlude: Ice Cube, Dr. Dre [Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut this shit] {Man whatcha gonna do now?} "What we're gonna do right here is go way back" [How far you goin back?] "Way back" "As we go a lil somethin like this" - Slick Rick Here's a lil gangsta, short in size A t-shirt and Levi's is his only disguise Built like a tank yet hard to hit Ice Cube and Eazy E cold runnin shit Verse Four: Eazy E, MC Ren Well I'm Eazy E the one they're talkin about Nigga tried to roll the dice and just crapped out Police tried to roll, so it's time to go I creeped away real slow and jumped in the six-fo' Wit the "Diamond in the back, sun-roof top" Diggin the scene with the gangsta lean Cause I'm the E, I don't slang or bang I just smoke motherfuckers like it ain't no thang And all you bitches, you know I'm talkin to you "We want to fuck you Eazy!" I want to fuck you too Cause you see, I don't really take no shit [So let me tell you motherfuckers who you're fuckin with] Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last If you Fuck wit me, I'll put my foot in your ass I don't give a fuck, cause I keep bailin Yo, what the fuck are they yellin? Chorus: Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin "It's not about a salary, it's all about reality" - KRS One Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin "He'll fuck up you and yours, and anything that gets in his way" Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin "It's not about a salary, it's all about reality" - KRS One Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin "He'll just call you a low-life motherfucker, and talk about your funky ways" |
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[MC Ren:] Ren is the villain and you're just an hostage so whenever I'm steppin cover your head like an ostrich Groupies been waitin for this, suckers been hatin for this You know why ? Because so many are relatin to this Jealous is how they feel it intentionally but they start to love it becoz I made it eventually Pumpin the music I keep the music like pumpin coz Ren ain't in here for nuthin, I keep the average crowd jumpin Yo, you know the color, the villain's in black Always down to make noise, and attack So you better get back unless you wanna come with it and make your face like a target and close your eyes when I hit it You're screamin with fear but it's with fear that you're screamin you're wakin up in a sweat coz Ren is givin bad dreams and I'm not schemin, I'm just tellin the facts That's how it is when N.W.A. starts to jack So brothers that wanna scrap with me That sweezin and sneezin will have to lap with me especially beggin to write some lyrics with me I just snatch your girl to take a nap with me coz when it comes to Ren there's no comparison And if you try to be me, it's quite embarassin but I understand coz you're mentally slow coz I can tell from the jump you're too nervous to go If it aint' ruff it ain't me (scratch) [Tha gangsta's black and he's about to attack] If it ain't ruff it ain't me (scratch) Lemme bust a freestyle here [Allright then] I can tell that you're afraid to fight me simple because you lost the crowd and they had to invite me becoz you're sweat as a puddle but there's a puddle o' sweat I'm a threath, so get a cold rag and wipe your neck and clean the dirt off your face that calls acne It's ridiculous thinkin that you can jack me This is the round where the punch will go until ya A G-A-T that's known as a flow I'm makin a point but it's a point that I'm makin Like, see, I'm hatin the fakin I keep the suckers like shakin Scared to speak with a tongue and they're chozen The sound of my voice in their ear and they're frozen This is a battle to the death, it's like the [?? same ol' ??] against a brother on a tip, with [??] Givin a pain but it's with pain that I'm givin but I'm comparin and tearin'em but I'm makin a livin with the hype of a 9 Volt battery and the odds for me to conquer is averagely good Meanin I'm a flow I'm from the streets so, yo, I'm ready to go If it ain't ruff it ain't me [Yo Ren] [Tha gangsta's black and he's about to attack] If it ain't ruff it ain't me [Man whatcha gonna do now ?] [get funky] The 'do not disturb' sign is in effect while I'm thinkin of a fool to select to give the victim the verdict so for the verdict a victim slammin my vocals on a dance with the rest then I kick them Tell'em they're guilty, and beep out the bailer and get a new track o' drums so I can play with percussion; pumpin it loud when I perform Yo, you wanna play in my game, put on a uniform It ain't a rule in the book you have to go by Hey, coz when it comes to cheatin yo you should know I for fear in the hearts coz it's the hearts full of fear coz what you hear in your ear is something funky and clear The hump was incredible yo but Ren he was super But now I'm ruthless, a civilian and not a trooper but a soldier with a top rankin givin dope material, the hell with the gankin So play like an airplane and just jet and keep your blood pressure low coz I'm a [??], if not I'm afraid of the show that you're a sucker and you're too nervous to go If it ain't ruff it ain't me [Yo Ren] [The gangsta's black and he's about to attack] If it ain't ruff it ain't me [Yo Ren] [The gangsta's black] If it ain't ... If it ain't (scratching) |
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| 5:15 |
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[Dr. Dre]
One, two, three, kick it [The D.O.C.] Aiyyo Dre, what's goin on man? What's goin on? Ay what ch'all gonna do for this last record? Nah tell me what cha'all gonna do? Okay, you want me to do the intro? Aight! Parental discretion is advised for the moment While I'm getting candid, now understand it Ain't too typical in any way, though the pro on the mic is the D.O. to the C. this is an intro I know the DOC makes you want to take a valium So buy a bucket cause upcomin is my album And for the record, meanin my record, check it Listen to the single and you'll be like, yo, I gotta get it But in the meantime, listen to the rhyme of the Dr. Dre, played wit N.W.A. Yella's on the drum roll, rockin the beat Aiyyo Dre, where's you gonna take this shit man? [Dr. Dre] Aiyyo, let's take it to the street (WORD UP!) Let 'em understand perfection Let knowledge be the tool for suckers to stop guessin Cause I don't give a fuck about a radio play Observed the english I display Lyrics for the adults, children have been barred and scarred from listenin to somethin so motherfuckin HARD Dope, pumpin that's so my shit will never falter Yo it's Dre so fuck the "Mind of Minolta" Psycho, like no, other motherfucker So step to me wrong, G-O for what you N-O But be warned, never will I leave like a regular Cause I'm a little better than the regular competitor I use to see 'em on stage Earnin money like a thief, but without a guage Until I got full, of clockin the lame gettin pull (They said you wasn't gon' get paid) Nah that's bullshit! They like it stylistic And I enchant the crowd like I'm a mystic (C-C-C-C) C-C-C-cameras are flashin, when I'm in action A photo, or fresh with a flair for fashion Pure simplicity, see it's elementary You hear one of the hardest motherfuckers this century Try to comprise a word to the wise and the guys Parental discretion is advised [MC Ren] Ren is most extremely high performance The black hat cause I worn this, cause it's like enormous Some shit I don't take it, not even in a toliet And shit from a sucker, put in a pot and I'll boil it Turn up the pilot as it burns And maybe, the motherfuckers will learn I'm not a sub, cause I speak sensible Not considered a prince, cause I'm a principal I'm engineerin; the shit that you're hearin Cause when it comes to power, I'm power steerin Silly you say, I say you're silly when you say it Rushin to the eject, to put my shit in and play it It's like Apollo, but I'm not an amateur And I'm not givin a fuck, while I'm damagin ya It's for the record; so Ren's lyrics is gonna spin it And if there was a trophy involved, I'll win it Possession is mine and I'm the holder Cause a nigga like Ren don't give a fuck cause I'm older So for you to step off would be wise And say fuck it, parental discretion is advised [Ice Cube] I be what is known as a bandit You gotta hand it to me when you truly understand it Cause if you fail to see, read it in braile It'll still be funky -- so what's next is the flex of a genius, my rapid-stutter-steppin if you seen this dope, you hope that I don't really mean this But if played, made the grade or high-top fade It's not my trademark when I get loose in the dark You guess it was a test of a different style It's just another motherfucker on the pile Drivin your ass with the flow of your tongue You hung yourself short, the after-knowledge was brung to your attention, by the hardest motherfuckin artist that is know for lynchin any sucker in a minute Stagger 'em all When I start flowin like Niagara Falls Ice Cube is equipped to rip shit in a battle Move like a snake when I'm mad; and then my tail rattle I get low on the flow so let your kids know When I bust, parental discretion is a must [Eazy-E] Little did they know, that I would be arrivin And it's surprisin, rockin it from where I been But it's the E here to take, no mistake to be made in the trade where funky ass records are bein played Fuck the regular, yo as I get better the bitches wanna trick and go stupid up on the dick So I get 'em hot, thinkin they're gonna get it As they sit, rubbin their legs like a cricket To you it may be funny, but there's no service of beef, without money So slip the C-note, and you can choke on a wing-ding-ding-a-ling down your throat Foreplay; to me ain't shit When you spread 'em I'm ready, then you can get the dick of the Eaze, if you can deal with the size But if you can't, parental discretion's advised! {*echoes*} {*bass guitar and piano solo for a minute*} [Unknown voice at the end after band breaks down] Shut the fuck up!! |
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"Kick that shit!" -) Flavor Flav {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*echoes*} Cool kickin ass {*scratch*} cool kickin ass {*scratch*} Cool kickin ass {*scratch*} "Kich that shit!" "Pull up a chair.." -) Rakim {*echoes*} [Verse One: Eazy-E] I don't drink brass monkey, like to be funky Nickname Eazy-E yo' 8 ball junkie Bass drum kickin, to show my shit Rappin holdin my dick boy, I don't quit Crowd rockin motherfucker from around the way I got a six-shooter, yo' mean I'm brave Rollin through the hood, to find the boys to kick dust and cuss, crank up some noise Police on my drawers, I have to pause 40 ounce in my lap and it's freezin my balls I hook a right turn and let the boys go past then I say to myself, "They can kiss my ass!" Hip to get drunk got the 8 in my lips Put in the old tape Marvin Gaye's greatest hits Turn the shit up had the bass cold whompin Cruisin through the Eastside, South of Compton See a big ass, and I say word I took a look at the face, and the bitch was to the curb Hoes on my tip for the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin I, was.. "Cool kickin ass" I, was.. "Raised in L.A." I, was.. "Cruisin down the street in my six-fo'" -) Eazy {"Too, much, posse!" -) Flavor Flav} [Verse Two: Eazy-E] Ridin on Slausson lookin for Crenshaw Turned down the sound, to ditch the law Stopped at a light and had a fit cause a Mexican almost wrecked my shit Flipped his ass off, put it to the floor Bottle was empty so I went to the store Nigga on tilt cause I was drunk See a sissy-ass punk, had to go in my trunk Reached inside cause it's like that Came back out with a silver gat Fired at the punk, and it was all because I had to show the nigga what time it was Pulled out the jammy and like a mirage a sissy like that got out of Dodge Sucka on me cause the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin "Fuck it up y'all!" -) repeat 6X {"YEAH!!!", *guitar riff* -) Beastie Boys} [Verse Three: Eazy-E] Olde English 800 cause that's my brand Take it in a bottle, 40, quart, or can Drink it like a madman, yes I do Fuck the police and a 502 Stepped in the party, I was drunk as hell Three bitches already said, "Eric yo' breath smells!" 40 ounce in hand, that's what I got "Yo man you see Eazy earlin in the parkin lot?" Stepped on your foot, cold dissed yo' hoe Asked her to dance and she said, "Hell no!" Called her a bitch cause that's the rule "Bitch, who you callin a bitch?!" Boys in the hood tryin to keep me cool You tell my homeboy you wanna kick my butt I walked in your face and we get 'em up I start droppin the dogs, and wathc you fold Just dumb full of cum, got knocked out cold "Made you look sick you snotty-nosed prick! Now your fly bitch is all over his dick!" Punk got dropped cause the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin "Stomp a mudhole in your ass!" -) Flavor Flav "Stomp a mudhole in your ass, BITCH!" -) Flav [Verse Four: Eazy-E] Pass the brew motherfucker while I tear shit up and y'all listen up close to roll call Eazy-E's in the place I got money and juice Rendezvous with me and we make the deuce Dre makes the beats so god damn funky Do the Olde 8, fuck the brass monkey Ice Cube writes the rhymes, that I say Hail to the niggaz from C.I.A. Crazy D is down and in effect We make hardcore jams, so fuck respect Make a toast punky-punk to the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*echoes*} {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*scratched to end*} |
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| 3:35 |
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[Dre] Ah yeah, yo Ren, yo ready to do this shit ?
[Ren] Yeah, Dre, let's rip shit up [Dre] Hey, yo Yella Boy, why don't you kick me one of them funky beats ? [Ren] Yo, we got my homeboy Eazy E in the house [Dre] Compton's definately in the house. Yo Ren, whatta we gonna call this ? Tell'em what yo name is ? [Ren] Yeah something like that [Dre] Allright, let's kick this shit on the one Kick it [Ren] Back by demand, now it's big as fuck because you as the public, you should know what's up "Compton's in the House" was more than gold, it was a hit cause it was based on some crazy shit So our final conclusion has been permitted Punks made us a target and knew that we'd hit it But that was a part of showbizz [Dre] Hey yo homeboy, why don't you tell'em what your name is ? [Ren] Well for the record it's Ren, and for the street it's villain And strapped with a gat, it's more like Matt Dillon on "Gunsmoke", but not a man of the law I'm just the baddest motherfucker that you ever saw See, I peep and then I creep on a fool Get my bloodpressure high but still stay cool Dig a grave of a nigga lookin' up to me that really had the nerve that he could fuck with me Who was the man in the mass, while I was waitin' to axe you know, it's MC Ren kickin' mucho ass Gettin' respect in showbizz Hey yo homeboy [Dre: Whassup ?] Why don't you tell'em what yo name is ? [Dre] Dre, the motherfuckin' doctor, bitch hopper The sucker-motherfucker stopper Back with a vocal track that's a fresh one so now, let's get the motherfuckin' session goin', flowin'. It's time to start throwin' rhymes. So keep in mind all the suckers I'm blowin' cause I'm a start showin' the time Never sayin' I'm the best and just goin' for mine Unlike a lotta suckers who claim they're gettin' busy when their records only make good frisbees You need to stop runnin' off the mouth Stop and think before you put some whack bullshit out It's not difficult, in fact it's kinda simple to create something funky that's original You need to talk about the place to be who you are, what you got, about a suck MC [Dre] Oh yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about, Ren, You know what I'm sayin' ? [Ren] Yeah, I know what you're sayin', Dre, but you still ain't told'em enough, man [Dre] Allright, Allright Well, let's kick one more verse right here, allright Kick it [Dre]+[Ren] This is portable, something to fuck with yo ear Ren and Dre will appear when the sound is clear to fuck it up like we always do, and that's the trick Sayin' some shit to make the bitches wanna suck our dicks But it's an everyday thang communicating to y'all with the Compton slang Compton's back in the house and your appartment so open your door, by the way, so we can start it Test the monitors and call this mic cause the way we feel, we're gonna fuck it up tonight I got my mic in my hand, with a hell of a grip Bitches screamin' and shit, now it's a trip Waitin' for the grand finale, or the end or stupid rhymes set be Dre and Ren Well, like a kid, we get new shoes and go faster Smilin', like hell, as we move past the suckers, the motherfuckers with the ego hype cause we're positive and they're on a negative type and if think we're about to quit... motherfucker you ain't heard shit [Dre] Yeah, that shit was funky, you know what I'm sayin', Ren ? [Ren] I know what you're sayin', this is MC Ren and Dr.Dre cold kickin' it in the place [Dre] Ah yeah, my mellow Eazy E in the house Yella Boy in the house my boy Ice Cube Arabian Prince cold rockin' shit [Ren] Oh yeah, hey, I'm a say whassup to my homeboys from CNW [Dre] Yeah, hey, yo Ren, whatta we gonna call this shit ? Tell'em what yo name is ? [Ren] Yeah something like that... |
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| 4:25 |
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[Dr. Dre]
Yo man there's a lot of brothers out there flakin and perpetratin but scared to kick reality [Ice Cube] Man, you been doin all this dope producin You ain't had a chance to show 'em what time it is [Dr. Dre] So what you want me to do? {Express yourself!} [Dr. Dre] I'm expressin with my full capabilities And now I'm livin in correctional facilities Cause some don't agree with how I do this I get straight and meditate like a Buddhist I'm droppin flava, my behaviour is hereditary But my technique is very necessary Blame it on Ice Cube; because he said it gets funky when you got a subject and a predicate Add it on a dope beat; and it'll make you think Some suckers just tickle me pink - to my stomach Cause they don't flow like this one You know what? I won't hesitate to diss one or two before I'm through, so don't try to sing this Some drop science; while I'm droppin english Even if Yella, makes it a-capella I still express, yo, I don't smoke weed or sess Cause it's known to give a brother brain damage And brain damage on the mic don't manage - NUTHIN but makin a sucka and you equal Don't be another sequel.. {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} [Dr. Dre] Now, gettin back to the PG That's program, and it's easy Dre is back, new jacks are made hollow Expressin ain't their subject because they like to follow the words, the style, the trend; the records I spin Again and again and again - yo, you're on the other end Whatch a brother playin dope rhymes, with no help There's no fessin or guessin while I'm expressin myself It's crazy to see people be what society wants them to be, but not me RUTHLESS, is the way to go, they know Others say rhymes which fail to be original or they kill where the hip-hop starts Forget about the ghetto, and rap for the pop charts Some musicians cuss at home But scared to use profanity when upon the microphone Yeah, they want reality, but you will hear none They'd rather exaggerate a little fiction Some say no to drugs, and take a stand But after the show, they go lookin for the "Dopeman" Or they ban my group from the radio Hear N.W.A. and say, "Hell no!" But you know it ain't all about wealth As long as you make a note to.. {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} [Dr. Dre] {Express yourself!} .. from the heart cause if you wanna start to move up the chart then expression is a big part of it You ain't efficient when you flow, you ain't swift Movin like a tortoise, full of rigor mortis There's a little bit more to show I got rhymes in my mind, embedded like an embryo or a lesson - all of 'em expression And if you start fessin, I got a Smith and Wessun for ya I might ignore your record because it has no bottom I get loose in the summer winter spring and autumn It's Dre on the mic, gettin physical Doin' the job, N.W.A is the lynch mob! Yes I'ma climb, but you know you need this And the knowledge is growin just like a fetus or a tumor, but here is the rumor Dre is in the neighborhood and he's up to no good When I start expressin myself, Yella, slam it Cause if I stay funky like this I'm doin damage Or I'ma be too hyped, and need a straight jacket I got knowledge, and other suckers lack it So, when you see Dre, a DJ on the mic Ask what it's like - it's like we're gettin hyped tonight Cause if I strike, it ain't for your good health But I won't strike if you just.. {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Go on and do it..} {*music fades*} |
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| 5:20 |
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Ah yeah, right about now Compton's in de mothafuckin' house [yeah do it do it]
NWA's in full effect Hey yo yella boy, kick me that funky-ass beat Yeah, who's in de mothafuckin' house? Compton's in the mothafuckin' house! Yeah, Compton's definetly in the house Hey yo Ren, what we're gonna do? [MC Ren] To the people over here To the people over there To the people, the people, the people, people, the people, the people People From everywhere watching the show Paying top dolars because they know When we're on the stage, we're in a mothafuckin' range So Dre, why don't you get the 12 guage [yeah] And show 'em how Eazy-Duz-It So if you punks wanna make somethin' of it Step up, run up, get up, what's up sucker You want some of this? Then you're a stupid mothafucka! Kickin' - like the kick from a kickdrum Yella boy on the drum gettin' dumb Programmin' - a beat that's hittin' And if you listen then you know we're not bullshittin' Dope - like a pound or a key So shut de fuck up and listen to me I make a killin I got money to the ceiling [why's that?] 'cause I'm a mothafuckin' ruthless villain MC Ren - stomping any fool in my way With some help from my homeboy Dre [Dr. Dre] Now my name iz Dre - de mothafuckin' doctor Rippin' shit up [oh yeah] and here to rock ya With some help from my homeboy E The criminal of the ruthless posse Fuckin' it up [word up] iz what we do The reputation of the NWA crew Gettin' busy because we're cold stampin' And we're born and raised And we're born and raised And we're born and raised in Compton Speakin' of Compton, it's makin' me sick [why?] Everybody'z talkin' that crazy shit Sayin' they were raised in the CPT [aha] Just as I was, they try to be like me Poppin' that shit, get the fuck out my face Knowin' that they never even seen the place Claimin' my city is my city they claim Mothafuckaz we're about to put some salt in your game .. Yeah I'm tired of these mothafuckerz runnin' around town, talkin' about They're from Compton and shit, tryin' to get on the bandwagon .. Yeah Dre, I know what you're sayin' man, but let's tell 'em who we're Talkin' about .. WHAT DO YOU CALL A CREW THAT CAN RAP LIKE THAT ...? Yo NWA call 'em mothafuckaz wack.. [yeah you know what time it iz, listen to why we call 'em wack] They got a wacky wack record wit a wacky wack crew Yo what about the lyrics? That shit's wacky wack too With a fucked up style and a fucked up show Hey yo Ren, what about the scratchin', is it def? Fuck no! The mothafuckin' record is so mothafuckin' wack The mothafuckin' cracka jack needs to step the fuck back ... Do you want some of this? Hell no .. Dre the mothafuckin' doctor Well for the record it's Ren and for the street it's Villain Dre the mothafuckin' doctor Well for the record it's Ren and for the street it's Villain Yella boy, why don't you kick me one of them funky-ass beats? My boy .. my boy .. my boy Ice Cube Yo we got my homeboy Eazy E in de house Won't you tell 'em what your name iz? [MC Ren] MC Ren is the mothafuckin' Coroner I'm gettin' rid of mothafuckaz as if they was a foreigner Show no greed to pretend when I sin I punch you can block it but I'm a still get in This ain't a TKO in the first But it's some shit from a nigga in black it's much worse Then a beat from Tyson 'cause Ren is not nice and Your ass is better off just rollin' a dice and Findin' you a number for luck 'cause you all need it when you see I don't give a fuck My identity, and the shit is gettin' shown Without a video I'm still gettin' on I'm at a show then my picture is takin' One click of the flash and punk niggaz are breakin' To the door, tryin' to join my fan club Lipstickin' over one of my dubs And it's the minimal scratch for the moment Until I fuck up the so called opponet That's standing in the zone of the twilight Sayin' how in de fuck did he get mixed up in my fight It was'nt a mistake, it was a set-up So until I'm finished poppin' my lyrics you should shut up And don't attempt to speak Because it's bad enough you rollin' up shit quick With a nigga like Ren about the hit Now lemme hear you mothafuckaz talk some more shit I'm a bust your ass in your mouth, Yo, unless you're sayin' "Compton's in de house" [Dr. Dre] Who realy cares - about a sucker on a take off Bust de move, we can have a shake n' bake-off Me and you can go 'cause I don't care yo Rap fight or guerilla warfare We can rumble, 'cause when my lungs go in and out I kick rhymes in a bundle to win about Or scarier scaffle I just muffle the opposition, there's no competition Let 'em know that Dre is gettin' stronger Compton's in de house but now it's some' longer I won't get set-up, shut up, I'm kinda fed up You can say uncle and I still won't let up 'cause Dre is the mothafuckin' doctor And if me and Ren's on the mike it's like propaganda, no doubt "Boy you should've known by now" .. Compton's in the house Yeah, it's time to put Compton on de map, don't ever think you can get it on You stupid mothafuckaz! Compton's in the house .. |
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Intro: girl, Ice Cube [Ice Cube, do you think you could give me some money to get my hair done?] How short's your hair right now? [Well you know I get it done every week, and I need my nails done too] Look, I'ma tell you like this Verse One: I ain't the one, the one to get played like a pooh butt See I'm from the street, so I know what's up On these silly games that's played by the women I'm only happy when I'm goin up in em But you know, I'm a menace to society But girls in biker shorts are so fly to me So I step to em, with aggression Listen to the kid, and learn a lesson today See they think we narrow minded Cause they got a cute face, and big-behinded So I walk over and say "How ya doin?" See I'm only down for screwin, but you know ya gotta play it off cool Cause if they catch you slippin, you'll get schooled And they'll get you for your money, son Next thing you know you're gettin their hair and they nails done Fool, and they'll let you show em off But when it comes to sex, they got a bad cough Or a headache, it's all give and no take Run out of money, and watch your heart break They'll drop you like a bad habit cause a brother with money yo, they gotta have it Messin with me though, they gets none You can't juice Ice Cube girl, cause I ain't the one Interlude One: [Girrrrrl, you got to get these brothers for all the money you can honey. Cause if they ain't got no money, they can't do nothin for me but get out of my face.] [I know what you mean girl, it ain't nothin right jumpin off unless he got dollars] Verse Two: Sometimes I used to wonder How the hell an ugly dude get a fine girl's number He's gettin juiced for his ducats I tell a girl in a minute yo, I drive a bucket And won't think nuttin of it She can ride or walk, either leave it or love it I show her that I'm not the O, the N-E, say I'm a ruthless N-I double-G A Cause I'm gamin on a female that's gamin on me You know I spell girl with a B A brother like me is only out for one thing I think with my ding-a-ling, but I won't bring no flowers to your doorstep, when we goin out Cause you'll take it for granted, no doubt And after the date, I'ma want to do the wild thing You want lobster huh? I'm thinking Burger King And when I take you, you get frustrated You can't juice Ice Cube and you hate it But you see, I don't go nuts Over girls like you with the BIG ol butts It start comin out the pocket, to knock it But when the damage is done... You can only lay me girl, you can't play me girl For the simple fact that, I ain't the one Interlude Two: [I don't care how they look if they got money, we can hook up but they ain't gettin none.] [Yeah I just make em think they gonna get some, play up they mind a lil bit, and get that money.] [Oh Ice Cube, can I have some money pleeeease?] Verse Three: Give you money why bother Cause you know I'm lookin nothin like your father Girl, I can't be played or ganked Ganked means getting took for your bank Or your gold or your money or something Nine times outta ten, she's giving up nothing They get mad when I put it in perspective But let's see if my knowledge is effective To the brothas man they robbing you blind Cause they fine with a big behind, but pay it no mind Keep your money to yourself homie and if you got enough game You'll get her name and her number Without going under You can't leave em and love and stay above em I used to get no play now she stay behind me Cause I said I had a Benz 190 But I lied and played the one Just to get some now she feels dumb To my homies it's funny But that's what you get trying to play me for my money Now don't you feel used But I don't give hoot, huh, because I knock boots You shouldn't be, so damn material And try to milk Ice Cube like cereal Now how many times do I have to say it Cause if I have to go get a gun You girls will learn I don't burn You think I'm a sucka, but I ain't the one Outro: [But you said you love me!] I don't see no rings on this finger [Why you doin me like this? I love you!] Yeah you love my money, I got what I wanted -- beat it |
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| 5:20 |
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Yo Dre!! [Ice Cube] It was once said by a man who couldn't quit "Dopeman," please can I have another hit The dopeman said, "Cluck, I don't give a shit if your girl kneel down, and suck my dick" It all happened and the guy tried to choke her Nigga didn't care, she ain't nothin but a smoker That's the way goes, that's the name of the game Young brother gettin over by slangin 'caine Gold around his neck in 14 K heaven Bitches clockin on his dick twenty-four/seven Plus he's makin money, keep the bassheads waitin Rollin six-fo' wit the fresh ass Daytons Livin in Compton, Cailfornia C-A His uzi up yo' ass if he don't get paid Nigga beggin for credit, he's knockin out teeth Clockin much dollars on the 1st and 15th Big wad of money nuttin less than a twenty Yo you want a five-oh the dopeman's got plenty To be a dopeman boy you must qualify Don't get high off your own supply From a ki' to a G it's all about money Ten piece for a champ, bass pipe comes free If people out there are not hip to the fact If you see somebody gettin money for crack he's the Chorus: N.W.A. Dopeman, dopeman! (Ay man, give me a hit) Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo man, fuck that shit!) Dopeman, dopeman! (We just can't quit!) Dopeman, dopeman! (Well suck this bitch!) [Dr. Dre] Wait a minute, wait a minute Who the fuck are you talkin to? Do you know who the fuck I am? Man I can't believe this shit This bitch is tryin to gank me Yo I oughta slap you upside yo' head with nine inches of limp dick [Ice Cube] You need a nigga with money so you get a dopeman Juice that fool for as much as you can She like his car, and he get wit her Got a black eye cause the dopeman hit her Let that slide and you pay it no mind Find that he's slappin you all the time But that's okay, cause he's so rich Ain't you ain't nuttin but a dopeman's bitch Do what he say and you keep your mouth shut Poppin that trash might get you fucked up Well sit and cry, if the dopeman strike you He don't give a fuck he got two just like you There's another girl in the dopeman's life Not quite a bitch but far from a wife She's called strawberry and everybody know strawberry strawberry is the neighborhood hoe Do anything for a hit or two Give the bitch a rock she fucked the whole damn crew It might be your wife and it might make you sick Come home and see her mouth on the dopeman's dick Strawberry, just look and you'll see her But don't fuck around she'll give you gonnorhea If people out there are not hip to the fact the strawberry is a girl sellin pussy for crack to the Chorus: N.W.A. Dopeman, dopeman! (Ay man, give me a hit) Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo man, fuck that shit!) Dopeman, dopeman! (In yo' face) Dopeman, dopeman! "Yo Dre!! Kick in the bass!!" [Ice Cube] If you smoke 'caine, you a stupid motherfucker Known around the hood as the schoolyard clucker Doin that crack with all the money you got On your hands and knees, searchin for a piece of rock Jonesin for a hit, and you're lookin for mo' Done stole the Alpine out of Eazy's six-fo' You need your ass whupped cause it's out of this earth To get a ten-piece need a dollar fifty work Knucklehead nigga, yeah you turned into a crook but swear up and down boy that you ain't hooked You beat your friend up, and you whupped his ass long cause he hit the pipe til the rock was all gone You robbin and stealin, buggin and illin while the dopeman's dealin, what is healin yo' pain Cocaine, this shit's insane Yo E she's a berry, let's run a train (Man, I wouldn't touch that bitch) me neither Hoe go home and wash out your beaver And niggaz out there messin up people's health Yo, what the fuck you gotta say for yourself? [Eazy-E] Well I'm the dopeman, yeah boy, wear a courderoy Money up to here but unemployed You keep smokin that rock and my pockets gettin bigger (Yo, got that five-oh double up nigga!) Yeah high rollin, big money I'm foldin Bitch on my tip for the dick I'm holdin Sprung strawberry jockin me so early Hoe you wanna hit you gotta get your knees dirty Now that's my life, that's how it's cut "Hey dopeman!" Bitch, shut the fuck up! Gotta make a run, it's a big money deal Gankers got the fake but you can get the real from the Chorus: N.W.A. Dopeman, dopeman! (Yeah that's me) Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo can I get a G?) Dopeman, dopeman! (Clock as much as he can) Fuck this shit who am I? THE DOPEMAN! [Eazy-E (as Mexican guy)] Yo Mr. Dopeman, you think you're slick You sold crack to my sister, and now she's sick But if she happens to die, because of your drug I'm puttin in your coolo, a thirty-eight slug |
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(Listen to this)
(Eazy E:) Yo Ren ! (MC Ren:) Whassup ? (Eazy E: Take) (one) (MC Ren: Yo) (Hit it) |
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Yo give me something 2 dance 2
Calling the police, calling the G-Men Calling all Americans to war with the underworld Arabian Prince, back wit a style that's hype Not slow and low, it's the fast type Gettin' dumped, can you hear the drums Yo, Dre why don't you pump it up some I pumped it up so now what's up Yo, Yella boy, add a little cut What the hell, you think we need some bells Yeah, homeboy, might as well There it is, so now what's next a little So find me a ho, wait a minute, you need somethin' else then it This is what I want you to do, feel the groove, bust a move Yo, yo, I'm tired, what about you, man this is somethin' to dance to Man that's wack, everybody used that Yo, why don't you bring back the other track Yeah, there you go that's what I'm sayin' I like it when that dope stuff's playin' Real loud, in ya ear hole Man let's go, I think my feet are swoll' from dancin' so damn much Man, I don't give a, what you wanna leave? With all these females pullin' on my sleeve I bet, you can jet, homeboy, no sweat This is what I want you to do Feel the groove, bust a move Here I come to see the dance This is something 2 dance 2 Let the bass kick This is something 2 dance 2 This is something 2 dance 2 This is something 2 dance 2 This is something 2 dance 2 This is something 2 dance 2 This is something 2 dance 2 This, this is something 2 dance |
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