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Cruising down the street in my 6-4 Jockin the freaks clocking the dough Went to the park to get the scoop Knuckleheads out there cold shooting some hoops A car pulls up who can it be A fresh El Camino rolled, Kilo G He rolls down his window and he started to say It's all about making that GTA chorus Cuz the boyz n tha hood are always hard You come talking that trash we'll pull your card Knowing nothing in life but to be legit Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't saying shit [Eazy-E] Donald B's in the place to give me the pace He said my man JB is on freebase The boy JB was a friend of mine Till I caught him in my car trying to steal my Alpine Chased him up the street to call a truce The silly cluck head pulled out a deuce-deuce Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge One sucker dead, LA Times first page chorus [Eazy-E] Bored as hell and I wanna get ill So I went to a place where my homeboys chill The fellows out there, making that dollar I pulled up in my 6-4 Impala They greet me with a 40 and I started drinking And from the 8-ball my breath start stinking Love to get my girl, to rock that body Before I left I hit the Bacardi Went to her house to get her out of the pad Dumb hoe says something stupid that made me mad She said somethin that I couldn't believe So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave She started talkin shit, wouldn't you know? Reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe Her father jumped out and he started to shout So I threw a right-cross cold knocked him out chorus [Eazy-E] I'm rollin hard now I'm under control Then wrapped my 6-4 round the telephone poll I looked at my car and I said, "Oh brother I throw it in the gutter and go buy another" Walkin home I see the G ride Now Kat is drivin Kilo on the side As they busted a U, they got pulled over An undercover cop in a dark green Nova Kat got beaten for resistin arrest He socked the pig in the head for rippin his Guess Now G is caught for doin the crime Fourth offence on the boy, he'll do some time chorus [Eazy-E] I went to get them out but there was no bail The fellaz start to riot in the county jail Two days later in municiple court Kilo G on trial cold cut a fart Disruption of a court, said the judge On a six-year sentence my man didn't budge Bailiff came over to turn him in Kilo G looked up and gave a grin He yelled out "FIRE!" then came Suzy The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi Police shot the bitch but didn't hurt her Both up state for attempted murder chorus |
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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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Oww DRINK IT UP BABY! (drink it up baby) GULP IT ON DOWN! (gulp it on down) COME ON SUCK IT UP BABY! (suck it up baby) SIP IT AND PASS IT AROUND! (pass it around) NOW I CAN START WITH CROWN ROYAL! (with Crown Royal) AND THEN I DRINK MAD DOG! (drink Mad Dog) IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT I'M DRINKIN! (doesn't matter) AS LONG AS IT'S ALCOHOL! (alcohol) NOW SOME OF YOU DRINK GIN! (you drink gin) AND SOME DRINK OLD CROW! (drink Old Crow) NOW WHEN THE BOTTLE GETS EMPTY! (bottle gets empty) I'M GOIN' TO THE LIQUOR STOOORE! (liquor store) DRINK IT UP BABY! (drink it up baby) GULP IT ON DOWN! (gulp it on down) NOW SUCK IT UP BABY! (suck it up baby) SIP IT AND PASS IT AROUND! (pass it around) (various screaming and yelling) DRINK IT UP BABY! (drink it up baby) TILL YOU FALL OUT! (till you fall out) COME ON, BUST SOME WINE BABY! (bust some wine) LET ME POUR IT IN YOUR MOUTH! (in your mouth) NOW ALL YOU KOOL-AID DRINKERS! (Kool-Aid drinkers) WHO DON'T LIKE TO GET DRUUUUNK! (like to get drunk) NEXT TIME I COME TO YOUR PARTY (come to your party) I'M GONNA SPIKE YOUR PUUUNCH! (spike yo punch) I ALWAYS GET PULLED OVER (get pulled over) AND HAVE TO WALK A STRAIGHT LINE (a straight line) I ALWAYS GET THE TICKETS! (get the tickets) BUT THE WINE STAYS MINE! (wine stays mine) DRINK IT UP BABY! (drink it up baby) GULP IT ON DOWN! (gulp it on down) COME ON, COME ON, SUCK IT UP BABY! (suck it up baby) SIP IT AND PASS IT AROUND! (pass it around) NOW THE BOYS IN THE HOOD! (boys in the hood) SOMETIMES GET HIGH! (sometimes get high) BUT I JUST DRINK 8-BALLLLLLS! (just drink 8-ball) BECAUSE IT'S CHEAPER TO BUY! (cheaper to buy) SO IT'S TIME TO GO HOME! (time to go home) BEFORE THE POLICE COME! (the police come) CAUSE IF I GO TO JAIL, Y'ALL! (go to jail) I CAN'T DRINK NO MORE RUM! (drink no more rum) DRINK IT UP BABY! (drink it up baby) GULP IT ON DOWN! (gulp it on down) COME ON, COME ON, SUCK IT UP BABY! (suck it up baby) SIP IT AND PASS IT AROUND! (pass it around) awwwwww..... awwwwww..... Awwwwww..... Awwwwww..... Wait a minute man, winos can't sing! Yall, oughta cut that out! Since we're talkin bout drinkin, here's a suggestion People listen up, here's a question Do you drink Crown Roooo-yal! (YEAH!) What about Maaad Doooogg! (NOOOOOOW) What about Jack Daaaniels! (YEAH!) Gin and (Sooockllllle?) (YEAH!) What about some Night Train? (YEAH!) Compton's fiiiinest! (REEEEEUHHH!) But if you're not a hard drinker.....(you must be a ruler) I wanna hear you scream (all the folks who drink coolers) [various screaming and acting a fool] (Ayiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyi!) (WATAPATATA-WABAAAAHHH!) (Arrrrrrrribaaaaaa!) (A cheese dog! I did it in about 87 seconds!) (I ate your mama's burrito, man |
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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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[The D.O.C.]
This ain't no basic hip-hip you make in a bin in your garage I'm down for showing all you hoes who the hell's in charge A cold lethal rap warrior, I'm on the attack Cutting ducks no slack so keep your bitch ass back Deadly, yeah kicking it, the solo style On top of the pile, the reigning chump worthwile Hanging tough I'm the leader, ain't no need to pretend Like an elevator up, I mean I'm on the ascend I ain't no east coast rapper, this is a southerner's song Be warned, it's hard to try and hold a project born Saying shit that you like, never wearing no Nike Fucking it up and all I need is my goddamn mic And a micstand, I don't need no band to play With a DJ like Rock and a partner like K in effect y'all Fucking suckers up like five It's Fila Fresh and I'm the toughest man alive! [DJ Rock] Na-na-na-na-na-naaaaa-nah [Fresh K] Yo, yo nigga you know you can't even fuck with this Do it, do it [DJ Rock] Na-na-na-na-na-naaaaa-nah [Fresh K] Yo, fool, you know you need to jet the fuck off Get the fuck out my face [The D.O.C.] Down from the beginning, hitting hard I'll admit They keep offering me money and I keep taking the shit And coolin' cool at the crib cause being cool's how I live But bucking up will get you rocked if you're a bullshit kid I like it stylistic, c'mon let's get with it Coming up with fresh new rhymes like I'm a mystic You see the D.O.C. and all the Fila I be splurging Yeah, I know it, you think that I'm encouraging You to steer wrong boy, so I can go off A quick run and when I'm done you bet not cough I'm an annihilator, standing a full 6'3" And I reall don't think you wanna fuck with me But then there's always those, clocking all your shows Getting all out of line trying to impress they hoes I know some niggas like that round the way who won't quit "It's the old top" Man shoot that muthafucking shit I'm physically tough, physically able I qualify Don't try that gangster bullshit here, this an't no I Spy You better chill out, that's if you wanna survive It's Fila Fresh and we're the toughest men alive [Fresh K] Yeah, for all you suckers who thought t'all was down, that's right, kicking that bullshit, yeah we in effect, that's right holmes, we in effect so get your bitch ass back before you be floating up a creek, know what I'm sayin? [DJ Rock] Float, float on... [Fresh K] Yeah, and if you want your beast to be deaf, call Dre before Monday! |
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[Fat girl!] [You're a fat girl] [Fat...fat...fat fat fat fat girl] (repeat 2X) (It's funky fresh Eazy E) new kid on tha block And already got a fat girl on my jock Now my story's kinda simple so please take it simple As I tell you a tale bout this big fat pimple I was chillin on the ave drinkin some booze Saw a fatty comin my way so what was I to do? I busted a U went tha other way again but forgot that tha Avenue was a dead end I turned around, here she came, stride for stride funky fat like that, bout two thirty-five Stampede was rushin, I double looked and she had more chins than a chinese phonebook Five four three ugly as can be, she said [Ron-de-vu] Hello Eazy E. Do you remember me? (I said no) Huhu yes you do suga My name is Bertha but you can call me booga Remember the time when you were drunk at a party We was slow dancin, give ya all this body [Eazy-E] When she said that she loved me, I was in shock Oh my God got a fat girl on my jock [CHORUS:] [I got a fat girl on my jock] [Fat girl] [Got a fat girl on my jock] She gave me tha grin, I showed tha frown and with a bare hug picked me off tha ground Squeezion me tight, atttempted to bug me Grabbed me by tha rear, said [Love me, hug me!] I was hell, victim of a scandal coz this girl's too much for E to handle Broke tha bee's grip, started to run Back to tha crib, grabbed tha elephant gun She's grubbin, thighs rubbin in a hot pursuit I loaded up tha gun bout ready to shoot She kept on comin because of addiction Legs on fire because of friction My gun broke, now I was doomed Dropped tha double barrel, grabbed tha harpoon As I swung, tha fat girl fell Lyin on tha ave just like a beach whale That's tha story, it's quite ill and all fat girls y'all besta chill All overweight freaks stay off my block Cause it's eerie to have a fat girl on your jock [CHORUS |
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