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from Eazy-E - Str8 Off Tha Streetz Of Muthprhu**In Compton (1995)
I am the ressurection and the life
He who believes in me, though he dies yet shall relive, and whoever lives and believes in me shall never die(shutup, bitch). Fear not them which kill the body rather fear Him which is able to destroy both |
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from Eazy-E - Str8 Off Tha Streetz Of Muthprhu**In Compton (1995)
Hey Yella
kick that shit 199-muthaphukkin-E the muthaphukkin year of the real muthphukkin' G's and we gonna do this shit like this... Nigga eva deadly ya just don't know who ya fuckin' wit so I suggest get in ya shit and keep truckin' bitch before I get my gat ya pressure case Blast, blast I leave my gang bang layin' on ya face I tattoe Dre name on my chest cross it out just another nigga that I X-ed huh and you won't see R.I.P. you'll see P.N.D. a Punk nigga deceased yeah and the bitch that was yours will be mine buddy all because ya woofed on a nigga that was nutty and I had to make an example nigga thinks I'm crazy now but that was just a sample of a nigga with street wise reality that don't give a fuck type Compton mentality I stare back death right in the face contemplate my last day on and everyday base cause a nigga neva know when he go I hope it only takes one shot cause I don't wanna die slow my funeral will be full of my peers people that neva gave a fuck about me droppin' threw me tears I hope I'm in the casket face down so all you muthaphukkaz can kiss my black ass now and fuck all that cryin' all night just be happy that I'm rid of this fucked up life Yeah, and now you see you can't handle me I give a shout to Tonel and the Ruthless Phuckin Family. Out wit the old in with the muthaphukkin new but check dis shit out I got somebody for ya bitch.... muthaphukka Now it's about time for the Sylk to speak check dat ass last weak you off the chronic and you tweak speak when I feel cause I'm as real as they come I'm a bitch with a gun neva run ain't for none so step, step up if ya wanna test ya luck trick Sister like Sylk don't really giva a fuck bitch punk bitches wanna step phony speak howdy doody I make ya self break ya self bitch you neva new me yours truly no longer layin' in the cut steady phuckin' shit up neva see me shakin' my butt I strut like a gangsta bitch no not a pranksta bitch I'm quick to gank a bitch trick peep game at this bitch as I shoot this gangsta bitch steppin' rollin' wit da Ruthless. The R-U-T-H-L-E double S yo it's the nigga knocc out claim the block so nigga whats next try to step and flex and get wrecked like a mac truck I'm kickin', tah spittin' this funky shit to make a quick phat buck I'm doggin' a dog you suckaz can't talk bout tip flip I rip shit I'm stressin' "Damn cuz", "Pick it back up" Chillin up in the studio with the Ruthless Family fuck the Death Row Posse yo them fools cannot handle me Snoop and Andre ya come and try to fade the Loc'ed out, Compton, Original Baby Gangsta 1-8-7's how we do it on the West ya say ya shit is Chronic but to me it's more like stress or should I say make my shit the stronic Tha Dogg Pound don't wanna step to the atomic dog D-O-T-K-N-O-Double-C-O-U-T so muthaphukka come and phuck wit me. "Come On", "Come On" "This is just a little something to keep ya ass in check Ruthless Muthaphukkin' Family ya still in effect"(x3) "This is just a little something to keep ya ass in check Ruthless Muthaphukkin' Family" "Kick That Shit" Jealousy is a muthaphukka when your the man with the other hand I don't give a shit clock a grip like no other can wanna be like me be a G like me but I'm the nigga that made a G outta the bitch D-R Eazy I was the captain Dre was my sidekick everything was cool till he wanted to get what I get any other real G Eazy-Muthaphukkin-E now claimin' you a G how does it feel to be me |
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from Eazy-E - Str8 Off Tha Streetz Of Muthprhu**In Compton (1995)
[Hi, Claude again...You remember I told you about my cousin when
I was 15...Well, the year after that, I killed this kid, Louie... bashed his head in with my Louieville slugger hahaha... I got away with it...haha...but erm...I wanna apologize to Louie...I'm sorry Louie...hahaha...] [Bashed his head in with my Louieville slugger] (5x) I knew this muthaphukka named Louie Every day the nigga talk shit but today he tried to do me He rolled down my block with a pistol and a stare a black khaki suit and dooky brades in his hair The muthaphukka think I'm slippin But I got my gat and a 40 and I'm sippin Waitin for the fool to get out the car The stupid muthaphukka thinks I'm a star But I'm not, I'm the type that kick the niggaz ass Fast ! Eazy E's a nigga that'll blast Hold up, wait, the nigga started to load his gat I grabbed my bat and ran around the back yo He's at my window, thinkin I'm playin Nintendo But the stupid nigga don't know I'm behind him so he dropped the gat like a stupid muthaphukka So I bashed his head in with my Louieville slugger [CHORUS:] [Bashed his head in with my Louieville slugger] (4x) I knew this bitch named Wheaches She often want me to fuck her happy ass on the beaches But [?? huh ??] yo peaches be fuckin around with me instead o' fuckin her man She's butt-naked with my dick in her hand, yo As soon as Wheaches started suckin, I saw this muthaphukkin nigga behind the car, and he was duckin So I told the bitch to hold on [Hold on] You stupid bitch, put yo muthaphukkin clothes on I wonder if this nigga's tryin a jack me Coz I ain't got my gat with me Shit, the nigga started runnin up fast I thought he was gonna blast, so I hid behind her ass She started howlin out "wait", I banked her in the face But the punk nigga pulled out [?? mace ??] He asked the stupid bitch did I mug her So I bashed his head in with my Louieville slugger [CHORUS] I'm a muthaphukkin psycho and I don't give a fuck about'em I kill the nigga and cut off his dick, so you know I got'em coz [?? huh ??] ate his brain, left the nigga for dead Now it's a gallon of blood, drippin from under his bed [Oh, no ! What happened to my lover ???] Bitch I bashed his head in with my Louieville slugger Bitch tried to call the cops, fuck that I gotta take the girl out with my muthaphukkin bat Coz I ain't doin 10 in the pen for a bitch and her dead-ass boyfriend So...I gotta kill the ho I'm reachin for my weapon slow That's when I notice some nigga standin by the door The little nigga sayin "don't kill my mother", so I bashed his head in with my Louieville slugger [CHORUS] hahahahaha Sorry Jimmy hahahahaha He's dead hahahahaha I'm sorry, Billy hahahahaha |
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from Eazy-E - Str8 Off Tha Streetz Of Muthprhu**In Compton (1995)
... [Eazy] ... [E]
... [Eazy] ... [E] [padapapow] [Eazy] [padapapow] [E] [padapapow] [Eazy] [padapapow] [E] (keeps on repeating) Verse One: It's that man comin up from that land of tha C-P-T ("What's my motherfuckin name?" - Snoop) Eazy-E Comin thru with a big lick for '94 Showin alla y'all them true-ass gangsta flows So bow-wow bow-wow the big dog's in town and them guts is the only thing a nigga pound Laid back as I blow a fat sack Hittin switches for them bitches, hittin corners in a Cadillac So take a ride on tha ruthless side with the E to the A-Z-Y That nigga makin more off yo hits than you do you fools, need to recognize this crew when I roll through Tryin to speak up on tha OG, nigga you don't know me Break em off these nuts lil wanna-be Cause I peel caps if need be And ain't nothin you gonna bring don't see me Just tah let U know... Chorus: repeat 2X One more time for the rhyme again Comin from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N Just tah let U know Just tah let U know Verse Two: It's the E comin up from the gank so nigga let me ride all the way to the bank Coz ain't nuthin on my mind but the gips Gotta have a grip, run a nigga dip Back to the pass on the Compton streetz Where the niggaz get beat when us gangstas meet And fools gettin mad coz they can't ride like I ride Front n back, dippin side to side And it's been like that since I was a BG "It's the E," that's what they scream when they see me Mama said every day is like this Fools screamin that I put em in a twist Thought you had it bad, isn't really all good If the homies only knew in the hood That you was gettin done like a two dollar hoe It's just a lil something from the E tah let U know... Chorus Verse Three: It's still the C-P-T, nuthin more, nuthin less On a quest to put that bomb in my chest Coz them busta-ass niggaz can't see what I'm sayin They think the E be playin [What ?] But I ain't givin up nuthin but this glock in yo mouth So recognize that and get yo punk ass knocked out So if you wanna ride nigga jump on in Sip a cup o' gin. Ain't no friends when it come to ends So no hard feelings when you niggaz be dealin with the original Compton criminal Coz the only thing poppin is a snaps and ain't no fun when a nigga be tap perhaps but a nigga like the E ain't trippin though I'm just here tah let U niggaz know... [CHORUS] [Insert:] You have your own freedom of choice So you do what the fuck you feel like doin Take it from me, that streetwise motherfucker named Eazy E |
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from Eazy-E - Str8 Off Tha Streetz Of Muthprhu**In Compton (1995)
[Chorus]
Sippin on a 40 Sippin on a 40 [Gangsta Dresta] Aye Yo lets roll to the store Eazy-E so we can buy us some O.E. 40 oz. gettin' a buzz with the thuggz in the neighborhoods black but buy you a couple of extra one's for the neighborhood [Eazy-E] Nigga you be drinkin' out my bottle bitch thats bullshit still got semen on ya lips from the homies dick trick yo the home girl but sit you like a loose goose so gimmie a couple of dollars so I can bring you back a duece duece [B.G. Knocc Out] Well bring B.G. Knocc Out back a muthaphukkin 40 o. so me and my nigga Big Boy can go and cop some indo and well be right back at you niggaz with a quick fast Dresta don't forget to buy ya couple of packs of Zig-Zags [Chorus] Sippin on a 40 (8-ball rollin') (nick name Eazy-E) Sippin on a 40 (8-ball rollin') (Drinkin' like a mad man yes I do) [Eazy-E] Back to the store all the 40 o's were kinda hot [Gangsta Dresta] Get the shit or not [Eazy-E] Naw Lets roll to another spot back in the four to another store [Gangsta Dresta] I told you the store on 124th keep the cold brew {*Speakin' Spanish*} make a right [Eazy-E] The Store ain't in sight [Gangsta Dresta] Nigga it's right pass the next light pass across the light now heres what you gotta do get in ya left lane and make a muthaphukkin U [Eazy-E] Lets get at least 10 40's and at least 10 22's that should be enough for the whole muthaphukkin crew plus they got indo a niggas gonna be double blitz [Gangsta Dresta] Oh give me some Zig-Zags and 2 packs of Double Mint [Chorus] Sippin on a 40 (8-ball rollin') (nick name Eazy-E) Sippin on a 40 (got the 8-ball rollin') [B.G. Knocc Out] Yo Dresta [Gangsta Dresta] Whats up [B.G. Knocc Out] Did you bring back some gum? [Gangsta Dresta] Hell yeah [B.G. Knocc Out] Good now a nigga breath won't be yo hum now pass me a stick so I can spit game at this trick cause beer breath and tricks don't mix [Eazy-E] Y'all don't give a fuck what a punk bitch stank cause my breath always stank every time I take a drank 40's I be downin' I'm Drownin' my self let me hit the joint and I'll be clowin' everybody else [Gangsta Dresta] You wont be clowin' me cause I got dose for your trick ass oh bitch you tryin' tah bag I got dose for your bitch ass well let me hit the joint once again and we can go G but oh let me take a sip off the O.E. [Chorus] Sippin on a 40 (8-ball rollin') (nick name Eazy-E)(x4) Check it out! Funny Jokes Back To Search Browse All Lyrics Voting: Rating: 3.2 10 votes Rate this song! Eazy E! Vote for Eazy E! Other songs by Eazy E |
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from Eazy-E - Str8 Off Tha Streetz Of Muthprhu**In Compton (1995)
One and in comes the two to the muthaphukkin three then comes the Eazy
to the other fuckin E playin niggaz life like a puppet and can't dance but could touch it so fuck it rappers want to dis I'm glad to see `em cause I rip your fuckin face outta a magazine O.G. gangsta lean now after I shit your face wipes that ass clean now time to get tipsy and don't want a bitch if she can't rub the balls like a gypsy. Who's all in? Since you put yourself on my dick I put my nutz on ya chin... Muthaphukk whatcha heard I'm more than that a real nigga from the hood and I'm all that thick as a hicky a picky nigga fittin dickies with bitches strictly dick-ly many sets I rolled on and killed squeals that told on my homies they sold on don't ask Eazy shit it's still a hit iz a hit and a bitch iz a bitch hangin on my nutz like a hair strand hangin there with n'ear heart and n'ear plan ass out like a asshole runnin to my dick with a rhyme and a lasso again and again from beginning to end it's your nutz on my chin... You couldn't beat a minute of my ass if I gave you sixty seconds tick tock shit starts I start a steppin E to the muthaphukkin A to the muthaphukkin Z here's the Y here's the E here to stay after you when I'm through check me and Rodney King Fuck Tha Police part 2 now back to my friends nutz to ya nose to ya lips to ya chin real niggaz love us hussies never fuck us the roughest ruckas fingers couldn't touch us Eazy E's back again fuck waitin' for a payday get an A.K. everyday is a blast yeah blast a nigga fast knock his ass get all the cash Who's all in? Since you put yourself on my dick I put my nutz on ya chin... "N.W.A. Niggaz With Attitudes, we're underground reporters we tell about, you know, the streets and everything that goes on, you know, around in Compton, our area, what's going around around us, we don't know what the fuck's going around around by YOU, but frankly we don't give a fuck, you know. Most kids in Compton don't give a fuck who the mayor or the president is you know they're not even interested in votin'. And the police, you know what I'm sayin? I say FUCK `EM." |
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from Eazy-E - Str8 Off Tha Streetz Of Muthprhu**In Compton (1995)
[M.C. Ren]
Well it be the real niggaz back with that hard street shit bitch niggaz be pissin a fit but I say fuck 'em, when I buck 'em its that nigga with the cool and mellow shit for your ass takin' niggaz back through the past all up on my nutz shit be swingin' like a fist can't even take a piss if I did niggaz would cut they wrist in a muthaphukkin candy 4 beat that ass with the switch then blast on the bitch who was all in my shit its that nigga Ren back for the 9-5 they say real niggaz was dead but this nigga be alive so I'm puttin' it down wit that nigga E uh-huh for all of my niggaz in the C-P-T so here we go again with part 3 of the script makin bitch made niggaz bite they lip, when we dip so tell me how the phuck do it feel tah get hit wit Tha Muthaphukkin Real [Chorus] Tha Muthaphukkin Real Shouts going out to the hardcore hip-hop Tha Muthaphukkin Real buckin' these niggaz till they drop [Eazy-E] Now everythings good in my hood and its on and pop and Eazy-Muthaphukkin-E From East Side South Compton str8 givin' up the real on how a nigga feel talk that shit muthaphukkaz caps get peeled layin' low in the cut gettin how than a muthaphuka niggaz knows whats up I'm that gangsta, gangsta is that what there still yellin' nigga G to a T saggin' and bailin' live by the gun you know what I'm sayin' Ren "Yea" so I guess I'll die by that muthaphukka then so when I die niggaz bury me make sure my shit reads Eazy-Muthaphukkin-E and it's a fact to be exact my tombstone should read: He Put Compton On That Map and thats how a nigga feel when I'm givin' up Tha Muthaphukkin Real [Chorus] Tha Muthaphukkin Real Shouts going out to the hardcore hip-hop Tha Muthaphukkin Real buckin' these niggaz till they drop Tha Muthaphukkin Real [M.C. Ren] Niggaz be pissin' on they self when the real niggaz drop while they rollin' in they shit hittin' corners on the block niggaz fresh out the Pen with 2 strikes be bumpin' this real shit every phukkin night it's alright niggaz it's 2 hard muthphukkaz on tha streetz it's the nigga M.C. Ren and the Nigga Eazy [Eazy-E] Does it ya wish the fuck that you could do it got a Nine Millameter don't make me have to shoot it who gives a fuck about the police cause I'm the main muthphukka that break the peace now let me know how the phuck do you feel gettin' hit wit Tha Muthaphukkin Real [Chorus] Tha Muthaphukkin Real Shouts going out to the hardcore hip-hop Tha Muthaphukkin Real buckin' these niggaz till they drop (x2) [Eazy-E] Yeah Keepin' it real for the 9-5 for all you niggaz out there thats true to the muthaphukkin game N.W.A.'s back in this bitch and busta ass niggaz don't even understand it yo yella kick that shit |
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from Eazy-E - Str8 Off Tha Streetz Of Muthprhu**In Compton (1995)
[Girl]
Let me hear it [Eazy-E] You want this baby I want it hot and juicy and thats the way I like it you know thats right you know how to kick it I mean can I stick it so you want me to slap it flip and rub it down alright I want you to turn round so I can hit it from the back ok you like it like that baby who's is it, is it mine baby can I eat it, I mean can I lick it can I stick my tongue all in it [*E and the girl going at it*] [Girl] Right there uuh [*moaning*] [Girl] Oh Eric [-*Cut Off*-] [Eazy-E Speaks] As I was sayin' before about this other bitch thats fuckin' wit this uh Uncle Tom bitch just sayin' that he sexual harassed her so what if the muthafucka sexually harassed her give a nigga some pussy know what I'm sayin' you know ain't nuttin' wrong wit it you know we did broke him off a little somethin' you know but bitch probably lyin' you know what I mean |
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from Eazy-E - Str8 Off Tha Streetz Of Muthprhu**In Compton (1995)
[Eazy-E]
Big titie shitty bang bang sittin' on a dick tryin' to play a pimp by the fifteen clicks hoes play with me weekly so I'm down wit hoe play with my pee pee Eazy muthaphukkin' access saggy baggy ass pants for a happy ass bitch ho ho ho to the ho and the cloe ski to the E or a piss in the snow I take a hoe from the show to the mo' to the flow to the inches where mo' now the hoe is gotta go pussy just as hairy as a panda, pink and peppy panther panty expander, tricks lick long while I lap long hard and fast while I'm dippin' hunnies ass, throwin' harder with Barbara seein' sexy with Betsy, gettin' ready for Betty, I hit the hooker heavy [Chorus] I hit the hooker heavy Ready to.... (x4) [Eazy-E] Use a finger to when them real niggas comes to spread'em hittin' other peoples bitches so I'm comin' to ya weddin' head and the bill in the dark I begin with my dick so you can say I have a head start comin' from the south of the border, cause I'm shorter than ya thought I was wife, whore, daughter in the order fuck all that one man one bitch shit one condom, one dick, switch to another after gun with a rubber you can lick me like a lover wipe your mouth on the cover I never dilly dally pimpin' Susan and Sally now you can find the couchie from Miami to Cali throwin' harder with Barbara seein' sexy with Betsy, gettin' ready for Betty, I hit the hooker heavy [Chorus] I hit the hooker heavy Ready to.... (x4) [Eazy-E] Bitches comin' with it for doublemint lookin' for ya homies cause the hoes know me like they owe me I got a strip I hit when I'm lonely hit a bitch wit a whip and she run like Toby so never count on me fool when in the true skool wit truce sluts lookin' for a crew screw I flip and I flow when they go kinda low hoe better have my dough so suck silly hookers could stay or ya don't touch nuts really hook a good day adios disapear like a smoke your rejected by a dick thats erect bitch sometimes I think I'm losin' it a lunatic with a lot of automatic shit with clips it ain't no thang to me it's the same ole slang to me I roll with a long size gang with me throwin' harder with Barbara seein' sexy with Betsy, gettin' ready for Betty, I hit the hooker heavy [Chorus] I hit the hooker heavy Ready to.... (x8) |
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from Eazy-E - Str8 Off Tha Streetz Of Muthprhu**In Compton (1995)
I'm sittin here writin a song about baby'z mothers who try to
sue the daddies for child support. Even though daddy is takin care of the baby but the mother's just you know scandalous not just like this hey] Fuck my baby'z mama The bitch got drama Fuck my baby'z mama Coz she's the type o' bitch that wanna see me broke Broker than a joke bitch stole my role And every time I see the bitch she needs cash She make me wanna slap her ass Triflin bitch always got me in a fit The low-life-Compton-shoppin-swap-me trick I wanna kill the ho then slam her in the trunc of my six fo' Coz yo, that ho made my dick grow and now her lawyer's at every show waitin for me to kick in my dough But before I go I'm on death row coz the bitch had too much drama... FUCK MY BABY'Z MAMA ! [CHORUS:] FUCK MY BABY'Z MAMA ! (7x) [Trick bitch !] FUCK MY BABY'Z MAMA ! Fuck my baby'z mama The bitch got drama And I'm not the one I should just knock her punk ass out while I'm in court payin child support But then I gotta deal with the father and the steel and he's the type o' nigga that a nigga's gotta kill Make me kick up a grip, I don't like her coz the bitch is buyin skirts instead of dipers Beggin so much to hold hands it's startin to look like cuffs I wish I never fucked But now it's too late How much you made ? Coz accordin to your income you might have to spend some time behind bars Now ya find it hard Never thought a bitch would pull a stunt like this I can't do another day with Pamela so I'm a pay ya, Anna but I just like to say... [CHORUS] I think of all the money that I spent on a lawyer I used to be an employer but now I'm just an employee filin bankruptcy But now the punk bitch can't touch me Huh! I only call her to check up on my daughter So now she's got a restraining order Put me to the curb and had the nerve to axks a bower or dime Bitch, you must be outcha rabid ass mind Huh! Love for start will take much, you see, the bitch broke me so now I need a crutch But you gotta understand a judge don't give a fuck about a young nigga that's down on his luck So I gotta put the P down and be down for the calls and give the bitch back her drawers So if ya drivin by and ya see her do me favor, give the bitch the finger FUCK HER ! [CHORUS] You biiiiiiiiiitch !!! [insert:] Haha, that's fucked up! Go to hell ! We dedicate this number to you, haha This one's for youuuu ! This evening's news report: See ya 'round, buddy boy... [Pow |
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from Eazy-E - Str8 Off Tha Streetz Of Muthprhu**In Compton (1995)
Straight off tha streets of muthafuckin compton
It`s the downest nigga i know Eazy muthafuckin me Bout to kick your ass in ninety-three [ chorus ] I creep and i crawl and i creep and i crawl And i creep and i crawl creep creep I said i creep and i crawl and i creep and i crawl And i creep and i crawl creep creep [ verse 1 ] I got my niggas from gravestreet watts I got my niggas from the cpt I got my niggas all across the motherfuckin land Thats down with the e-a-z-y e Now , early in the mornin i awake Thinkin about these dead fool`s life that i had to take Frontin on a true name i peep game at point blank range Fuck `em ( muthafuckin right ya`ll ) Back to the set as i jet Not givin a fuck about the nigga that i went Thats what he gotta shout for actin like a trick Now he`s 6 feet and i`m deep in his bitch Creepin creepin creepin on the marks that be sleepin Catch you slippin slap the clip in buck `em every weekend A scandalous lil` nigga with the heart to feel remorse Dick the niggas corps leave it on his momma`s porch Don`t give a fuck about shit that`s why i mellow Or maybe it`s the fact that i`m kin to the devil A psychopathic nigga thats always quick to fill a Nigga for a ?? cause i`m a muthafuckin killer Thriller from manilla though i`m shown as the average Try to test your luck and get bucked by a muthafuckin savage [ chorus ] [ verse 2 ] I got my niggas from gravestreet watts I got my niggas from the cpt I got my niggas all across the muthafuckin land Thats down with the e-a-z-y e Now , later on that night as i`m rollin Lookin for a nigga i can gat and pack a hole in Stoppin at a light on the latenight Fire up a phillie blunt to get my head right See some niggas slippin at a burger stand And in my mind all i`m thinkin is a murder plan Creepin through the drive through kinda slow I got my hot beams on the back of the .4 Yo , smokin on chronic with the rag down Not knowin i`m about to lay their ass down Reach for them fools make my move Leaned out my jeep and i creep kinda smooth With the gat to the nigga`s dome now he`s sleeps One shot to the top body flopped on the seat Peep , i dumped on the lil` skinny passenger A bitch is screamin in a rage so i blasted her Smashed and i got about 5 blocks Before i got stopped by punk ass cops ( shit , fuck `em ) Fuck you * shots rang out * Muthafucka Hahaha |
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from Eazy-E - Str8 Off Tha Streetz Of Muthprhu**In Compton (1995)
INSIDE THE MINDS OF REAL G'S
DEATH ROW IS LOOKED UPON AS THE STUDIO GANSTERS OF THE 90'S A JOKE HAHAHAHA IN A GAMECALLED 5 MINUTES OF FAME YOU WASTED 4 MIMUTES NOW YOU GOT SECONDS LEFT KICK IT COME ONE COME ALL AND LET ME RIDE NIGGA EAZY-E CPT HOW THE HELL YOU FIGURE TO BE THE BEST ON THE WEST HU YA FOOL LOKED DOWN THIS IS EAST SIDE NIGGA SOUTH COMTON AND I PUT IT ON THE MAP SO WHEN A DOG POUND CRIP YOU WANNA SCRAP AND THAT COMIN STRAIGHT FROM THE RUTHLESS GANSTER EAZY-E NOW WHAT WOULD I DO HAHA LETS SEE NOW I WOULD TAKE ON SUGAS LOCKED DOWN THE ROW SINCE DRE IS A BITCH PIMP SLAP THE HOE NOW I'M SEEING DOUBLES MAN TWO DOGS IN A HUDDLE AA GOD DAME NOW DIGGIDI DAZE I BIGGIDI BLAST ON RIGHT ONE AND SMOKE THAT AZZ NOW KURUPT DONT EVEN SET TRIP YELLIN LONG BEACH 60 BLOOD AND PUPPY POUND CRIP REALLY DOE GOT MY NUTS ON YOUR CHIN WHILL I'M ALL IN YOUR PHILLY HOE SO COME WITH IT FOOL AND TEST YOUR LUCK AND I'LL BEAT THAT AZZ NOW CALL ME KURUPT NOW I'M KREEPIN THREW THE FOG YA BIG DOGG BLUE GOT MY NINE MILLA KILLA HUNTING A DOGG NAMED SNOOP YOU CAN RUN NIGGA BUT YOU CAN'T HIDE EAZY-E STRAIGHT CREEPIN ON THE EAST SIDE 7 TENLONG BEACH SOUTH CAUGHT SNOOP FREE BASIN IN A ROCK HOUSE I KICKS IN DA DOOR I SAID IT BEFOE I NEVER LET NO BUSTA TEST ME NO MORE BANG MURDER WAS THE CASE THAT TEY GAVE ME MURDER WAZ THE CASE THAT THEY GAVE ME I'LL SMOKE ALL YOU FOOLS EVEN YOU BOO BOO AND YOUR BABY MURDER WAS THE CASE THAT THEY GAVE ME WATCH OUT BUDDIE BOY WATCH YOUR BACK YEA WHAT WOULD YOU DO WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF WE ROLLED ON YOU (SO DONT EVEN THINK ABOUT STEPPIN IN THE GOD DAMN HOUSE) WHAT WOULD YOU DO WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF WE ROLLED ON YOU WHAT WOULD YOU DO WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF WE ROLLED ON YOU WHAT WOULD YOU DO WHAT WOULD YOU DO DIRTY RED I COMES ON THE SNAKE HITTIN NIGGAS LOW WITH THE CAVEY ASS FLOW AS I KREEP THROUGH THE STREET PEEPING NIGGAS FROM DEATH ROW BET YOU WANNA KNOW WHICH ONE MAKE THE BEST HOE SO LET ME BREAK IT DOWN AS I'M LOST IN THE MIST AND TAKE WORD OF ADVICE AND DONT COME FUCKING WITH THIS AINT A JOKE NIGGAS CHOKE FROME THE SMOKE THAT I BLAZE PURPLE HAZE YOU BE DAZED IN A STUN I'LL PUT YOU ON YOUR BACK NIGGA WHAT? I AM THE GUESS IN A DOGGY DOGG WORLD NEVER RUN WITH MUSS ONLY NUTS IN THEIR CLICK AND DICK IN YOUR MOUTH THE YEAR IS 95 AND I'M RUNNIN THE HOUSE NOW TELL WHAT CAN YOU DO NIGGA WHAT CAN YOU DO IF ME AND A FEW OF MY HOMIES CAME THROUGH DUMMPIN REAL ON YOU TRICKMADE BITCHMADE NIGGAS WHAT COULD YOU DO WHAT COULD YOU DO IF WE ROLLED ON YOU YAA SO DONT EVEN THINK ABOUT STEPIN IN THE GOD DAMN HOUSE DR. DRE STRAIGHT BUSTA NEVA BROKE A LAW IN HIS LIFE BESIDES BEATING UP RICKY HARRIS'S WIFE HAHA SNOOP DOGG FROM A HIGH TOP FADE TO SPORTIN BRAIDS NOW HE'S LAID FAME NO FOURTUNE AND GETTING PLAYED NOT PAYED PLAYED TREATED LIKE A PROSTITUTE AND WE ALL KNOW WHO'S DOIN THE PIMPIN DAZ DONT BE A FOLLOWA BE A LEADER AND STAY OFF THE NEXTS MANS NUTS KURUPT THE KING PING STICK WITH THE 60'S CAUSE YOU DONT NEED THOSE OTHER HOES CAUSE THEY'RE ABOUT TO GO UP IN YA BUT ONLY YOU LET UM HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA DEATH ROW REALLY DOE BABYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY BANG AHHHH |
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from Eazy-E - Str8 Off Tha Streetz Of Muthprhu**In Compton (1995)
I got beat for the street
Ta pump in ya jeep Or in ya caravan wid da homies kinda deep Somking on a thai stick feeling kinda hight wit Ya passenger seat occupied by a fly bitch Rolling in ya lo-lo Cut list all ya MCs Slap in the hip-hop Ta hell wit the ?tempres? Modern day gangsta from the underground Yay, niggas roll around wid tha boomin' ass sound Got the 6-4 kinda low as we bouncing On the grapevine rolling deep to Magic Mountain Hoes on ya jock everytime ya hit a corner Because ya rolling twisted on the gold Daytonas Frontin' on the regular, talking on ya cellular Acting like ya don't hear the little bitches Yelling ya name at the bus stop ya don't stop Ya mash on the gas roll right by they ass Slap Dresta in the dash yeah, *Guranteed to hear something sweet uh, Gangsta Beat 4 Tha Street Guranteed to hear something sweet yeah, Gangsta Beat 4 Tha Streetz I got beat for the street Drop a rag top four Got my strap under the seat just in case I have ta check a hoe ?Menage a trois? on the scene Rolling through the C-P-T Turn up the hump soundz We grooving to the mellow beat Mad dogging like bitches Hitting me up like I'ma banger Cause niggas can't stand ta see us Sitting on some danas When we came up all of tha fools Running drag thinking ya gone 'n Put tha twist I ain't tweaking Drop ya putting the lock on it yeah! *Repeat Beat for tha street I love ta hear it pumpin in my lo-lo Hitting my switches and running tha bitches And now I'm bustin' mo hoes Roll up to tha spot Me hop out and hit tha chirp-chirp Bail in put on some proper shorts and a proper shirt Just clowning cause hoes are in the house Riding my dick because I got fame, And my name is B.G. KnoccOut Asking ta be in my next vide-o Get tha 7 digits slap that ass And step to ya hoe Now I'm off like a G flee to the C-P-T See my niggas on the block getting tipsy I pulled up and start tearing up the street And guess what's in my muthaphukkin' deck, Gangsta Beat 4 Tha Street *Repeat I got beat for the street To tha beach I'll be rolling Neva see me strolling 40s I'll be holding Girls in the daisies Drive Eazy crazy Rolled up my windows As I turned on my A-C Rolling down Crenshaw see tha hoes jocking Sunday nights popping See tha foes hopping My stereo's bump And that A-T-L funk You can call it what ya want Either way the shit bumps (Damn Right!) Being a gangsta is so neat yeah, Gangsta Beat 4 Tha Street Being a gangsta is so neat yeah, Gangsta Beat 4 Tha Street Being a gangsta is so neat yeah, Gangsta Beat 4 Tha Street Being a gangsta is so neat yeah, Gangsta Beat 4 Tha Street |
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from Eazy-E - Str8 Off Tha Streetz Of Muthprhu**In Compton (1995)
[Yella]
Yo this is Yella as we wine down to the final song I wanted to make this one to remember my lil nigga E I know he wanted this track on his record though he was takin' from us to god damn soon so I finished for him peace nigga... [Eazy-E] We did a song fuck da police you know and everybody been hearing fuck sayin' fuck da police for years and years and years and finally it took a muthaphukka to video tape a nigga gettin' the shit beat out of him for everybody else to say fuck da police and we did fuck da police people put us down and sayed we were ahead of our time you know it took the video you know ya shot by accident to tell the truth and open the worlds eyes yes we do have a serious problem in L.A. and other citys true retaliate happens all the time people tryin' to change things for years but I don't think anything is gonna help the problem is to deep N.W.A. is just being brutally honest. City of Compton (x2) City of,City of Compton baby baby [Eazy-E] They swearin' on cable T.V. it ain't teachin' nobody nothin' new cause little kids grow up you know one, two years old hearin' there mother sayin' fuck this, you little son of bitch I beat the shit out of you and all this shit and you know they pick up from all the shit and you know so they learn shit you know it's not gonna be teachin' muthaphukkaz nothin' new cause I got some new words for your ass. [Eazy-E] We don't tell you to go out and gang bang we tell you ya know and our songs is as you know if you could go out stealin' and killin' and beatin' up people all day but that person ends up dead or in jail sometimes he gets away you know and we don't have no rags no red no blue rags and tellin' we gonna go out and creep or go out and do that other thing or whateva it is you know we aint tell you to be joinin' no gang or whateva else. Rollin Down (x3) [Yella] Eazy-Muthaphukkin-E The Hip-Hop Thugsta from the C-P-T Compton Style Real Niggaz Nigga For Life We don't Die..(x3) I'd like to send all my love out to his kids and my God Son Derik, Little D to all his family to his wife and everybody who loved him and the people that didn't love 'em yo E tell these niggaz whats up "I say Fuck 'Em" hehehehaha I tried thats right fuck these Muthaphukkaz to all the real niggaz out there we still in this muthaphukka beware...96 Style....96 Style Yeah Big Man we out. [Eazy-E] As I was sayin' before see you around buddy boy I'm feelin' to fuck all goodbye hahahahahaahahahmmmmhehehemhmhhmhheeheheheheeh oooooooooooooh Shit! |
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from Ali G Indahouse (못말리는 알리) by Adam F [ost] (2002)
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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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton [Explicit Version] (2000)
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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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton [Explicit Version] (2000)
[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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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton [Explicit Version] (2000)
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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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton [Explicit Version] (2000)
[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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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton [Explicit Version] (2000)
[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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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton [Explicit Version] (2000)
"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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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton [Explicit Version] (2000)
[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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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton [Explicit Version] (2000)
[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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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton [Explicit Version] (2000)
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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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton [Explicit Version] (2000)
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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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton [Explicit Version] (2000)
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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(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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from The N.W.A Legacy Volume 1 1988-1998 (1999)
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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We want eazy!
Well, clap ya hands then-come on Clap ya hands everybody Clap ya hands, come on, come on Put ya hands together and clap 'em Now can y'all say Eazy Come on, say it EAZ-Y Everybody come on, EAZ-Y... People from everywhere gather around Checkin' out the sound that Eazy is throwin' down With some help from Ren and Dre Makin' a way with dope style Yo Eazy, what ya gotta say A miracle of modern creation Eazy E's on the set Hyped up with the bass And a little bit of what ya love From a brother who's smooth like a criminal I mean subliminal Otherwise known as a villain Because I'm ruthless When I spot a sucka, I kill 'em But most I think know not to deal with me Yo, it's obvious, tell 'em who you came to see EAZ-Y... Yeah 'cuz this is the way I know you like it So you won't strike it I took it and I hyped it And now that it's done, I know ya pleased At how the E just duz it with ease Just imagine a crowd screamin', a girl dreamin' Just to get a picture of me 'n' my B-O-Y-Z From the H-double-O-D N.W.A., down with me Strong 'n' I'm ragin' Turn the page 'n' See I'm not a son of a gun I'm a gauge 'n' Nuthin' can avoid this shot 'cause it's hittin' It's so cool when you touch it, wear a mitten I'm comin' off raw into ya speaker Makin' the suckas on the street feel weaker But most I think know not to deal with me Yo, it's obvious, tell 'em who you came to see EAZ-Y... Aw, never, I'm just too clever So, in fact, that no one can sever A blow from a maniac and yo, I make it clear So a register is all I hear Money overturned, then I jet To make another hit, for you to go and get Record stores sold out because you love it Another example of how Eazy duz it EAZ-Y We want Eazy... Check it out! Funny Jokes Back To Search Browse All Lyrics Voting: Rating: 3.3 7 votes Rate this song! Eazy-E! Vote for Eazy-E! Other songs by Eazy-E |
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from The N.W.A Legacy Volume 1 1988-1998 (1999)
Ninety ninety mothafuckin' 1 NWA's back in this mothafuckin' yo Takin' out all you commercicalized ass niggaz And we're on this lay back track And we're doin' this well kinda smooth So what's you're gonna do Dre, Kick it! It's so on le the shit flow on Because I need somethin' to go off on The mothafuckin' D-R-E servin' a death wish So I'm a hit you like this Early in the morning hop into the B-enz I got 44 wayz of gettin' paid Sittin' in my lap as I roll off the Compton blocks To skoop up Ren I heard shots - 1 2 3, Then I see the nigga Hop in de Benz and it was Ren on the mothafuckin' trigger He got in the Benz and said "Dre I was speakin' to de bitch O'shey" [Ice Cube] And as we roll on I seen the patrol on crip So we got ghost because they beat Me and Ren in de black CE, yo, Poppin' some funky shit by de D.O.C I gotta get paid, paid in a hurry see I gotta have it if I'm not paid fully I start takin', makin' sure my shit is steady bumpin' A nigga'z ALWAYZ INTO SOMETHIN' I hear a dope beat Somebody told me to buck dead But if Dre did'nt do it I can't fuck with it NWA is like a mix a fix a trix Real niggaz with big dicks You're takin' a chance when you think that Talkin' under your breath won't lead to young death Fuckin' up shit and shit by the killin' For a nigga labled as bein' - A mothafuckin' Villain But you don't know me, a record can't tell ya I was so afraid I'd be a mothafuckin' faliure Real niggaz got a hat-top breakin' I hooked up with 3 more niggaz and started makin' - Funky-ass shit for your system Might sound nice so it makes you wanna listen to a Sample of a ruthless organization But you don't want the conferntation Real niggaz don't play - Yella, Eazy, Me and the nigga nigga Dre Yo, alwayz makin' sure that my shit is steady bumpin' Yeah, the world's most dangerous group Definetly in this mothafucka Sendin' a shout-out to all the niggaz out there Yo you can get in the pick up and suck de dick up 'till you hick-up You know what I'm sayin' Yo, cuz I'm a nigga for life And I realy don't give a fuck I'm goin' for mine - Every time I see a fuckin' softy - Punk strong as coffee A nigga like that best to back up off me Yo, cuz these are the dayz and the times of de real nigga False niggaz, NWA'z toss' niggaz And that's on de real Cuz I'm a nigga that killz Again and again so tell 'em what's up Ren If i'm not no nothin' I don't feel like So I grab de 9 n' de clip and go to murder mothafuckaz at night Because I'm startin' to feel I'm sittin' in a cell with a crimerz too tragic it could'nt make bail So now they gotta hold me And listen to rehabilizations over and over Sayin' they told me But I don't give a fuck cuz I know my shit is pumpin' A nigga'z ALWAYZ INTO SOMETHIN' |
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from N.W.A - N.W.A And Their Family Tree (2008)
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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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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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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[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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from Eazy-E - Featuring...Eazy E (2007)
(Verse 1)
Aw shit, let's take a trip Just sit back and light a spliff to this and don't step On a funky-ass track jump back Strapped with a gat and a sack and a 7-8 flak Come clean, gangsta lean, I got green But I serve dubs like it ain't no thing I hang with OG niggas don't set trip Or you might get a slug in your fuckin back I don't slack when it come to street I kick real g shit to a gangsta beat It's so sweet, when you got money to spend I got a cool-ass tilt and a fly-ass Benz I make ends, spend my dough on no ho That's how it is, nad that's how it goes Act like ya know when I creep real slow Givin love to them niggas that I know is real g's (Chorus) If you got love for them gangstas Let me hear you one time if you down for the crime (that's right fool) If you got love for them hustlas Let me hear you say hooo if you makin straight dough (hooooo!) If you got love for them playas let me hear you say ooooh, ladies we want you (ooooooh!) If you got love for them straight g's Let me hear you motherfuckers just scream (heeeeeeey!) (Sample from Eazy-E's "Niggaz My Height Don't Fight") The Ruthless network, drive-by expert Straight outta Compton, kickin up dust The Ruthless network, drive-by expert Straight outta Compton... (Verse 2) Dump dump on a nigga with a quickness And they got no cure for this sickness I get paid for the way that I kick this Like a g-ster, an OG-ster (who's that?) A real nigga named Eazy And I live my life straight crazy Don't need no punk niggas payin me And broke groupie-ass bitches don't faze me I take two step back and release myself To put platinum-ass cuts on the record shelf I don't brag, but I tell it like it straight-up is Before you do a record, nigga, handle your business And don't get caught slippin on the under Or you might wonder (what's up with them ends, nigga?) I call a spade a spade and get paid G's show the way, so I give love to 'em (Chorus) If you got love for them gangstas Let me hear you one time if you down for the crime (that's right fool) If you got love for them hustlas Let me hear you say hooo if you makin straight dough (hooooo!) If you got love for them playas let me hear you say ooooh, ladies we want you (ooooooh!) If you got love for them straight g's Let me hear you motherfuckers just scream (heeeeeeey!) (Verse 3) E-A-Z-Y, must I chase the cat and be a dog, a straight-up hog I leapfrog to the sound of a gangsta beat So I can hear my shit bumpin on a Compton street That OG, C-R-I-P and S, G and S Hip-Hop thugsta, so quick to rush ya Straight to the dirt, fool I do work Nobody move, nobody get hurt That's how it is when it come to me Cause I'm the long dick bust-a-nut nigga named Eazy Bitches can't see me, hos say I'm crazy But I don't think so, cause I'm just loco I gives a fuck about a skanless bitch let me hit it one time if you suck this dick I don't trip, gives my dough to no ho That's how it is, but I gives love to ya (Chorus) If you got love for them gangstas Let me hear you one time if you down for the crime (that's right fool) If you got love for them hustlas Let me hear you say hooo if you makin straight dough (hooooo!) If you got love for them playas let me hear you say ooooh, ladies we want you (ooooooh!) If you got love for them straight g's Let me hear you motherfuckers just scream (heeeeeeey!) (x2) |
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from Eazy-E - Featuring...Eazy E (2007)
Yo Dre man, I take this bitch out to the movies and shit man we're kissin'
and grindin' and shit, so we hop in the back seat, you know man, this bitch rubbin' all over my dick and frontin' like she's gonna give me the pussy, man, and the bitch said three words, man: Stop, No and Don't I said BIIIITTTTTCCHH <i>[Verse 1:]</i> You don't have to front on me dear, So why don't you just give that pussy here? If you'd be good to me, Oh I'll be good to you, and we'll both ride home in my automobile. All that I want is a little puss All that I want is just a little head If you'd be good to me Ohh I'll be good to you and we'll both ride home in my automible <i>[Verse 2:]</i> You don't have to front on me bitch, Don't be afraid - it's only a dick Give up the pussy soon, All I want is a little, or get your groopy ass out my hotel room or get your groopy ass out my hotel room All I want is the pussy All I want is the pussy All I want is the pussy All I want is the pussy If you'd be good to me, oh I'll be good to you, and we'll both ride home in my automobile we'll both ride home in my automobile |
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from Eazy-E - Featuring...Eazy E (2007)
MC-Ren : "Yo Dre, how much time we got left on ths tape?" Dre : "About a couple of minutes." MC-Ren : "Well let me bust a freestyle then." Dre : "Awright, go ahead." [MC-Ren] Ruthless gangsta, definition villain, Leave your shit unlocked and he's stealin', So call tha police cause that's all you could do but, He'll get away without leavin' a clue. Dre : "Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut this shit. Eh yo Yella boy why don't you rewind it.Hey man you gotta get more hyped up tonight!" MC-Ren : "Damn, why don't you pump this shit up so it could fuck up my eardrums a little bit!" Dre : "Allright bet." [MC-Ren] Ruthless gangsta, definition villain, Leave your shit unlocked and he's stealin', So call tha police cause that's all you could do but, He'll get away without leavin' a clue. Keepin' shit in control like the neighboorhood chief but, Referred to as a walking thief, They say he's a bad influence for the kids on the block, Why the fuck they blamin' him, He's the one that they jock. Keepin' niggaz in line, Whoever fucks with his rhyme, And before you fuck with him, You gotta fuck with his nine. Not scared to pull the trigger on a punk ass nigga, (A nigga)He could whoop his ass cause he's bigger. Size don't mean shit, He's from the old school fool, He's a villain from the streets, And he's supposed to rule, Not sayin' he's in shit, But he's down for mine, He was put on the streets to keep niggaz in line. Never givin' a fuck, [huh?] Because I know that he's a nigga that you want to be. He can't help it he's in shit, But he don't hold shit back, He's a gangsta in black, And he's about to attack. [Eazy-E] Cause I'm a ruthless villain, Cold tearin' shit up, Don't come on my face, Pumpin' no kind of junk, Eazy-E's in control, And if you press your luck, I'll smoke you like that, And won't give a fuck. "Nickname Eazy-E...Ol' 8-Ball junkie!" [MC-Ren] Ruthless gangsta, definition villain, You can lock up yo' shit, He's Still Stealin', Gettin' respect, Cause the boy kicks butt, But the real meaning is, He don't give a fuck, It's Eazy-E in the crowd, But he's not in the 4, I tell his money flow, As he collects from his ho', All expenses paid, For the rhymes that he made, Got the trophys in the house, For the girls that he laid. Not a wimp he's a pimp, Now of course he's the boss, So keep your bitch out his face, Or else she's gonna get tossed. The hard to be fucked with, The boy got heart, Wanna fuck with him, He'll Rip your head apart. Gangsta Gangsta, That's what they yellin' But him with his gangsta stroll, He keeps bailin'. Wherever he goes, There's no discussion but silence. They say that he's the one, Promotin' gang violence, That's a lie just a critic, All that whack bullshit, So let me tell you motherfuckers, Who you fuckin' with, [Eazy-E] Cause I'm a ruthless villain, Cold tearin' shit up, Don't come on my face, Pumpin' no kind of junk, Eazy-E's in control, And if you press your luck, I'll smoke you like that, And won't give a fuck. Eazy-E : "Yo Ren?" MC-Ren : "What's up?" Eazy-E : "Let's get the fuck outta here!" |
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from Eazy-E - It`S On (1999)
19 muthafuckin' '93
& I'm back in this bitch, Eazy muthafuckin' E, the hip hop thugster... Shouts go out to these fake ass notorius... [laughing:] Muthafuckin' wannabe's... I like to say what's up to my bitch Dre. [laugh] What's up honey...? Hold on 'cause E makes some mo' money, baby. & to that skinny ass, punk muthafuckin' main G ass Dre, Snoop doggy doggy dogg, what's up nigga? Dogg catcher's about to get ya... Muthafuckin' mutt... ...& if y'all niggas don't know what's up, Y'all better ask somebody, y'all better ask somebody, Y'all better ask somebody. [laughing] |
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from Eazy-E - It`S On (1999)
[Intro: loud booming voice that echoes] Comp-ton.. Comp-ton.. Comp-ton [quiet voice that whispers] Real Compton City G's... [Verse One: Eazy-E] Hey yo Doctor, here's another proper track and it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper And let that real shit provoke So youse a wannabe 'loc, and you'll get smoked, and I hope that your fans understand when you talk about playin me The same records that you makin is payin me Motherfuck Dre, Motherfuck Snoop, Motherfuck Death Row Yo, and here comes my left blow Cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y-E and, this is the season to let the real compton city G's in You're like a kid you found a pup and now you're dapper But tell me where da fuck ya found a anorexic rapper? Talkin about who you gon squabble with and who you shoot You're only 60 pounds when you're wet and wearin boots (Damn E, they tried to fade you on "Dre Day") But "Dre Day" only met Eazy's pay day All of a sudden Dr. Dre is the "G Thang" But on his old album cover he was a she thang So nigga please, nigga please, don't step to deez motherfuckin real compton city G's! "Yo Dre, what's up?" {*bang*} "Boy you should have known by now.." "Yo Dre, what's up?" {*bang*} "Boy you should have known by now.." [Verse Two: Dresta] Everyday it's a new rapper, claimin to be dapper than the Dresta Softer than a bitch, but portray the role of gangsta Ain't broke a law in your life Yet every time you rap you yap about the guns and knife Just take a good look at the, nigga and you'll capture the fact that the bastard, is simply just an actor who mastered the bang and the slang and the mental of niggaz in Compton, Watts, and South Central Never ever once have you ran with the turf But yet in every verse claim you used to do the dirt But tell me who's a witness, to your fuckin work So you never had no bi'ness, so save the drama jerk Niggaz straight kill me, knowin that they pranksters This is going out to you studio gangstas See I did dirt, put in work, and many niggaz can vouch that So since I got stripes, I got the right to rap about that! But niggaz like you, I gotta hate ya Cause I'm just tired of suburbian niggaz talkin about they come from projects Knowin, you ain't seen the parts of the streets G Think you started tryin to bang around the time of the peace treaty Wearin khakis and mob while you rhyme Little fag, tried to sag, but you're floodin at the same, time And your set don't accept ya Scared to kick it with your homies cuz you know they don't respect ya So nigga please, check nuts before ya step to deez motherfuckin real G's [Verse Three: B.G. Knocc Out] Welllllllll.. it's the Knocc Out, definition orginal baby gangsta Approach me like you hard, motherfucker I'ma bank ya Shank ya, with my fuckin shank, if I haveta Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg are fuckin actors Pranksters, studio gangstas, busters But this time you're dealin with some real motherfuckers G's, nigga please, don't try to step cause if you do, then a pealed cap is all that would be left See young niggaz like me, will break ya off somthin Claimin my city, but Dre you ain't from Compton Niggaz like y'all is what I call wannabeez and ain't shit compared to real mother fucking city G's "Yo Dre, what's up?" {*bang*} [Verse Four: Eazy-E] I never met a O.G., who never did shit wrong You tried to diss the Eazy-E, so now nigga it's on You and your Doggy Dogg, think that y'all hoggin shit Both of you bitches, can come and suck my doggy dick Beatin up a bitch don't make you shit, but then again some niggaz think it makes a man Damn it's a trip how a nigga could switch so quick from wearin lipstick, to smokin on chronic at pic-nics And now you think you're bigger But to me you ain't nothin but a bitch-ass nigga that ain't worth a food stamp And at Death Row, I hear you're gettin treated like boot camp Gotta follow your sergeant's directions Or get your ass pumped with a Smith & Wesson Learn a lesson from the E's Stay in your place and don't step to real Mother Fucking G's! [repeat 5X] "Yo Dre, what's up?" {*bang*} "Boy you should have known by now.." "Yo Dre, what's up?" {*bang*} "Boy you should have known by now.." "Yo Dre, what's up?" {*bang*} "Boy you should have known by now; Eazy-Duz-It" |
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from Eazy-E - It`S On (1999)
This is a real life jack in progress. Nigga give up your shit or take
two tha chest with tha cripness 'cause I aint f**kn around G,so take a look at a real at a real live nigga that craaazy and get ready to die loc,any last wordz before your ass gets smoked,it aint a joke 'cause my pockets is broke my friend thats why I gotta do u in. Give up your endz and your gold and your Nik's and anything else I might like and then Im off in the wind again to catch tha next sucka slippn taken two to tha chin. Im on a role two niggaz in one night didnt even have to fight,just pulled out my 9 to end anothers life. Thats real life so forget tha silly shit you heard,Now Nigga tell me do you have any last wordz. "'cause its the end of tha world and still niggaz aint got no satisfaction. So I take my 9 put it on my ?? for some cop now Im blastn, 'cause Im known as a G and Im coming from tha Cpt. And you should know bitch ass niggaz running back cant f**k with Eazy" "Word'em up" [several times] Another murder I comitted made front page a nigga dead from a drive by did with a 12 gauge. The first stage of insanity people say it aint wise to get faded off the ST.Ides. A mother cries,another son lies in a casket,life was fun while it lasted. Tha silly bastard had to get caught,tripn and set tripn,you should of seen that niggaz blood dripping.To many lives took to many hearts broke,but you dont hear me so you see my f**kn gun smoke. Some ask why do I take so many lives from the innocent little ones. But where I come from we take shit real,you peel caps so you gotta get your cap peeled. Grab your steel forget about what you heard,its Do or Die Nigga,any last wordz? "'cause its the end of tha world and still niggaz aint got no satisfaction. So I take my 9 put it on my ?? for some cop now Im blastn,'cause Im known as a G and Im coming from tha Cpt. And you should know bitch ass niggaz running back cant f**k with Eazy" "Word'em up" [repeated several times] I got tha 9 and Im fixing to str8 creep,feel I need to take another life so I peep. Checking the scene,but staying low so Im not seen case I gotta get away gotta make tha shit clean G. So Im looking for a victim.Gotta be right,took my time and I picked him,Scoped shit then I licked'em now Im back in the news,no clues,but yet another murder. You should of heard the nigga squill when I stuck his ass,I had to grin 'cause its funny nigga f**k his ass. He aint tha last and surely aint tha first G,but his monkey ass rolled away in a hurst G. So Im feeling some what relieved,just another day in tha life of tha E-Z. A real G so forget tha silly shit you heard,its do or die Eazy-E gets that last word. "'cause its the end of tha world and still niggaz aint got no satisfaction. So I take my 9 put it on my ?? for some cop now Im blastn,'cause Im known as a G and Im coming from tha Cpt. And you should know bitch ass niggaz running back cant f**k with Eazy" "Word'em up" [several times] |
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from Eazy-E - It`S On (1999)
[Intro:]
Cruisin' down tha street in my '64 Verse One: It's like that and it's like this I took her to tha pad and we started tah kiss Now my dick's on hard ya know what I'm thinkin' Took tha panties off and the pussy wasn't stinkin' Pulled off my draws and we started to begin Now tha pussy's wet so my dick slides in Oh, hiddy hiddy hiddy you hoe Ridin' from the back so I'm f**kin' kinda slow So fee fie foe f**k fum She's scratchin' on my back oh here she comes Now I gotta get a nutt gotta get a nutt gotta get it quick Ya know because I love this shit so [Chorus:] Gimmee that, that, that nutt [3x] Gimmee that, Gimmee that, Gimmee that nutt [Verse Two:] Okay back back to the f**kin' basics You got yours and mine ya want tah taste it Open wide oh no don't 'cha waste it Oh shit all over ya face kid Ya know ya know one thing You know me I like to slang That dick you know what so roll over girl while I stick it in ya But I'll turn it wild while I'm ridin' that ass scream and shout My name is the same Just another pussy that I had tah tame soooooooo uh, get it on baby uh, get it on baby uh, get it on baby (lick my ballz honey) [Chorus-2x] [Verse Three:] Now I love pussy (love pussy) And pussy loves me (pussy loves me) Like a lemon to the lime and the bumble to the bee Ya know its real good a nigga can't resist it (it's real good) Couldn't be a foot loop (can't be a fag) so don't get me twisted cause in some pussy is the place tah be Always f**kin' is the life for me Spread them legs open far and wide F**k this shit just let me put my dick inside soooooooo [Chorus-2x] uh, get it on baby uh, get it on baby uh, get it on baby (gently put the ballhaaaaa) [Chorus-2x] |
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from Eazy-E - It`S On (1999)
(Dr.Dre: "I still express yo I don't smoke weed or sess"
BITCH!!! Ah, greetings eartlings, and welcome to the motherfuckin' wonderful, wonderful, motherfuckin world of gettin higher than a motherfucker Ohh me? I'm funk on your mind alias to you motherfucker's roach clip And this here's my Kimosabe dumpin shit on yo ass and my nigga goes by the name of BG Ashtray and we 365, that means we fucked up all the way around And our motto is.. (Gettin higher than a motherfucker, down to tha last roach) Creepn through this cloud of smoke with a little bit of funk to make ya choke in Gangstas come feel good inside as we take you for a ride to another dimension Deep from a 4-0 O-Z Two crooked ass niggaz on a cosmic journey Straight from the planet G where the real niggaz dwell in the realms of Ruthless Took a puff of the indo spliff High like a bird as I creep to the bud spot Break me off a proper piece so I can get fucked with my nigga roachclip, BG Ashtray, dump that ash tray Ruthless family, high as can be Smoke that ?? psychadelically insane and gettin higher than a motherfucker (Gettin higher than a motherfucker, down to tha last roach) As I step through the smoke Deep from a land broke niggaz dont come to Straight to Indonesia Chronic fever step off punk we dont need ya Blaze a blunt to the boogie and come take a ride on a journey with a real G life is easily explained on the level of smokin bud with the motherfuckin Devil in my imagination Sup with these thoughts what a fly creation Indo smoke from the land of G'z Letting them know they can't handle these Niggaz, straight from the planet Dime I have come to put funk on your mind Eazy-E better known as Mr. Roach Clip so pass the bud cuz we still gettin higher than a motherfucker (Gettin higher than a motherfucker, down to tha last roach) Now I'm real fucked up yes high as hell Ring ding ding do I hear some bells or am I just trippin thinkin about that 4 that I'm dippin Front, back, side to side on corners that's how a nigga gotta ride Dip to the, dip to the back Bumpin' Eazy-E on 8 track So blaze up a another skunky, funky, dookie, doobie, so we can get loogied Up some more, up, up it go What's my name "Eazy-E" yo The motherfuckin bud smokin' loc'n when I'm high as a kite causing ruckus yeah! gettin higher than a motherfucker (Gettin higher than a motherfucker, down to tha last roach) (Below is asked to E while music is still playing) Q: Substance E. Mar-a-Mutha-Fuckn-Wana Q. Common slang names E. Pot, grass, dope, weed, homegrown, sinsemilla, Maui-wowie, thai sticks, joints, roaches, indica, concentrated rezi called hash or hashish; but some niggaz call it bud Q. Active Ingrediant E. Tetra Hydro Cannabinol.. THC Q. Source E. Cannabis Sativa Q. Form a callogic classification E. CNS Depressive Hallucigent Q. Medical Use E. Experimental only,oh yeah we still testing... and don't forget we still gettin higher than a motherfucker (Gettin higher than a motherfucker, down to tha last roach) |
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'I am the ressurection and the life. He who believes in me, though he
dies, yet shall relive, and whoever lives and believes in me shall never die...(shutup, bitch). Fear not them which kill the body, rather fear Him which is able to destroy both body and soul in Hell. Get thee behind me Satan and push me along.' 'All this power I will give thee, if thou therefore wilt worship me. All shall be thine...' 'Come with me bitch as we go through the door, backwards. Heaven in art which Father our, Our Father which art in Heaven...(hey muthaphukka!) See ya `round, buddy boy.' |
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... [Eazy] ... [E] [padapapow] [Eazy] [padapapow] [E] [padapapow] [Eazy] [padapapow] [E] (keeps on repeating) Verse One: It's that man comin up from that land of tha C-P-T ("What's my motherfuckin name?" - Snoop) Eazy-E Comin thru with a big lick for '94 Showin alla y'all them true-ass gangsta flows So bow-wow bow-wow the big dog's in town and them guts is the only thing a nigga pound Laid back as I blow a fat sack Hittin switches for them bitches, hittin corners in a Cadillac So take a ride on tha ruthless side with the E to the A-Z-Y That nigga makin more off yo hits than you do you fools, need to recognize this crew when I roll through Tryin to speak up on tha OG, nigga you don't know me Break em off these nuts lil wanna-be Cause I peel caps if need be And ain't nothin you gonna bring don't see me Just tah let U know... Chorus: repeat 2X One more time for the rhyme again Comin from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N Just tah let U know Just tah let U know Verse Two: It's the E comin up from the gank so nigga let me ride all the way to the bank Coz ain't nuthin on my mind but the gips Gotta have a grip, run a nigga dip Back to the pass on the Compton streetz Where the niggaz get beat when us gangstas meet And fools gettin mad coz they can't ride like I ride Front n back, dippin side to side And it's been like that since I was a BG "It's the E," that's what they scream when they see me Mama said every day is like this Fools screamin that I put em in a twist Thought you had it bad, isn't really all good If the homies only knew in the hood That you was gettin done like a two dollar hoe It's just a lil something from the E tah let U know... Chorus Verse Three: It's still the C-P-T, nuthin more, nuthin less On a quest to put that bomb in my chest Coz them busta-ass niggaz can't see what I'm sayin They think the E be playin [What ?] But I ain't givin up nuthin but this glock in yo mouth So recognize that and get yo punk ass knocked out So if you wanna ride nigga jump on in Sip a cup o' gin. Ain't no friends when it come to ends So no hard feelings when you niggaz be dealin with the original Compton criminal Coz the only thing poppin is a snaps and ain't no fun when a nigga be tap perhaps but a nigga like the E ain't trippin though I'm just here tah let U niggaz know... [CHORUS] [Insert:] You have your own freedom of choice So you do what the fuck you feel like doin Take it from me, that streetwise motherfucker named Eazy E |
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from Eazy-E - Str8 Off Tha Streetz Of Muthaphukkin Compton (1999)
[Chorus]
Sippin on a 40 Sippin on a 40 [Gangsta Dresta] Aye Yo lets roll to the store Eazy-E so we can buy us some O.E. 40 oz. gettin' a buzz with the thuggz in the neighborhoods black but buy you a couple of extra one's for the neighborhood [Eazy-E] Nigga you be drinkin' out my bottle bitch thats bullshit still got semen on ya lips from the homies dick trick yo the home girl but sit you like a loose goose so gimmie a couple of dollars so I can bring you back a duece duece [B.G. Knocc Out] Well bring B.G. Knocc Out back a muthaphukkin 40 o. so me and my nigga Big Boy can go and cop some indo and well be right back at you niggaz with a quick fast Dresta don't forget to buy ya couple of packs of Zig-Zags [Chorus] Sippin on a 40 (8-ball rollin') (nick name Eazy-E) Sippin on a 40 (8-ball rollin') (Drinkin' like a mad man yes I do) [Eazy-E] Back to the store all the 40 o's were kinda hot [Gangsta Dresta] Get the shit or not [Eazy-E] Naw Lets roll to another spot back in the four to another store [Gangsta Dresta] I told you the store on 124th keep the cold brew {*Speakin' Spanish*} make a right [Eazy-E] The Store ain't in sight [Gangsta Dresta] Nigga it's right pass the next light pass across the light now heres what you gotta do get in ya left lane and make a muthaphukkin U [Eazy-E] Lets get at least 10 40's and at least 10 22's that should be enough for the whole muthaphukkin crew plus they got indo a niggas gonna be double blitz [Gangsta Dresta] Oh give me some Zig-Zags and 2 packs of Double Mint [Chorus] Sippin on a 40 (8-ball rollin') (nick name Eazy-E) Sippin on a 40 (got the 8-ball rollin') [B.G. Knocc Out] Yo Dresta [Gangsta Dresta] Whats up [B.G. Knocc Out] Did you bring back some gum? [Gangsta Dresta] Hell yeah [B.G. Knocc Out] Good now a nigga breath won't be yo hum now pass me a stick so I can spit game at this trick cause beer breath and tricks don't mix [Eazy-E] Y'all don't give a fuck what a punk bitch stank cause my breath always stank every time I take a drank 40's I be downin' I'm Drownin' my self let me hit the joint and I'll be clowin' everybody else [Gangsta Dresta] You wont be clowin' me cause I got dose for your trick ass oh bitch you tryin' tah bag I got dose for your bitch ass well let me hit the joint once again and we can go G but oh let me take a sip off the O.E. [Chorus] Sippin on a 40 (8-ball rollin') (nick name Eazy-E)(x4) |
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from Eazy-E - Str8 Off Tha Streetz Of Muthaphukkin Compton (1999)
[Eazy-E]
Big titie shitty bang bang sittin' on a dick tryin' to play a pimp by the fifteen clicks hoes play with me weekly so I'm down wit hoe play with my pee pee Eazy muthaphukkin' access saggy baggy ass pants for a happy ass bitch ho ho ho to the ho and the cloe ski to the E or a piss in the snow I take a hoe from the show to the mo' to the flow to the inches where mo' now the hoe is gotta go pussy just as hairy as a panda, pink and peppy panther panty expander, tricks lick long while I lap long hard and fast while I'm dippin' hunnies ass, throwin' harder with Barbara seein' sexy with Betsy, gettin' ready for Betty, I hit the hooker heavy [Chorus] I hit the hooker heavy Ready to.... (x4) [Eazy-E] Use a finger to when them real niggas comes to spread'em hittin' other peoples bitches so I'm comin' to ya weddin' head and the bill in the dark I begin with my dick so you can say I have a head start comin' from the south of the border, cause I'm shorter than ya thought I was wife, whore, daughter in the order fuck all that one man one bitch shit one condom, one dick, switch to another after gun with a rubber you can lick me like a lover wipe your mouth on the cover I never dilly dally pimpin' Susan and Sally now you can find the couchie from Miami to Cali throwin' harder with Barbara seein' sexy with Betsy, gettin' ready for Betty, I hit the hooker heavy [Chorus] I hit the hooker heavy Ready to.... (x4) [Eazy-E] Bitches comin' with it for doublemint lookin' for ya homies cause the hoes know me like they owe me I got a strip I hit when I'm lonely hit a bitch wit a whip and she run like Toby so never count on me fool when in the true skool wit truce sluts lookin' for a crew screw I flip and I flow when they go kinda low hoe better have my dough so suck silly hookers could stay or ya don't touch nuts really hook a good day adios disapear like a smoke your rejected by a dick thats erect bitch sometimes I think I'm losin' it a lunatic with a lot of automatic shit with clips it ain't no thang to me it's the same ole slang to me I roll with a long size gang with me throwin' harder with Barbara seein' sexy with Betsy, gettin' ready for Betty, I hit the hooker heavy [Chorus] I hit the hooker heavy Ready to.... (x8) |
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from Eazy-E - Str8 Off Tha Streetz Of Muthaphukkin Compton (1999)
[ INTRO ]
Straight off tha streets of muthafuckin Compton It`s the downest nigga I know Eazy muthafuckin me Bout to kick your ass in Ninety-Three [ CHORUS ] I creep and I crawl and I creep and I crawl And I creep and I crawl CREEP CREEP I said I creep and I crawl and I creep and I crawl And I creep and I crawl CREEP CREEP [ VERSE 1 ] I got my niggas from Gravestreet WATTS I got my niggas from the CPT I got my niggas all across the motherfuckin land Thats down with the E-A-Z-Y E Now , early in the mornin I awake Thinkin about these dead fool`s life that I had to take Frontin on a true name I peep game at point blank range FUCK `EM ( muthafuckin right ya`ll ) Back to the set as I jet Not givin a fuck about the nigga that I went Thats what he gotta shout for actin like a trick Now he`s 6 feet and I`m deep in his bitch Creepin creepin creepin on the marks that be sleepin Catch you slippin slap the clip in buck `em every weekend A scandalous lil` nigga with the heart to feel remorse Dick the niggas corps leave it on his momma`s porch Don`t give a fuck about shit that`s why I mellow Or maybe it`s the fact that I`m kin to the devil A psychopathic nigga thats always quick to fill a Nigga for a ?? cause I`m a muthafuckin killer Thriller from Manilla though I`m shown as the average Try to test your luck and get bucked by a muthafuckin savage [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 2 ] I got my niggas from Gravestreet WATTS I got my niggas from the CPT I got my niggas all across the muthafuckin land Thats down with the E-A-Z-Y E Now , later on that night as I`m rollin Lookin for a nigga I can Gat and pack a hole in Stoppin at a light on the latenight Fire up a Phillie Blunt to get my head right See some niggas slippin at a burger stand And in my mind all I`m thinkin is a murder plan Creepin through the drive through kinda slow I got my hot beams on the back of the .4 Yo , smokin on chronic with the rag down Not knowin I`m about to lay their ass down Reach for them fools make my move Leaned out my jeep and I creep kinda smooth With the Gat to the nigga`s dome now he`s sleeps One shot to the top body flopped on the seat Peep , I dumped on the lil` skinny passenger A bitch is screamin in a rage so I blasted her Smashed and I got about 5 blocks Before I got stopped by punk ass cops ( shit , fuck `em ) FUCK YOU * shots rang out * MUTHAFUCKA hahaha |
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from Eazy-E - Str8 Off Tha Streetz Of Muthaphukkin Compton (1999)
Inside the minds of real g's
Death row is looked upon as the studio gansters of the 90's A joke hahahaha in a gamecalled 5 minutes of fame you wasted 4 mimutes now you got seconds left kick it Come one come all and let me ride nigga Eazy-e cpt how the hell you figure To be the best on the west hu ya Fool loked down this is east side nigga South comton and I put it on the map So when a dog pound crip you wanna scrap And that comin straight from the ruthless ganster eazy-e Now what would I do haha lets see Now I would take on sugas locked down the row Since Dre is a bitch pimp slap the hoe Now I’m seeing doubles man two dogs in a huddle Aa god dame now diggidi daze I biggidi blast On right one and smoke that azz Now kurupt dont even set trip Yellin long beach 60 blood and puppy pound Crip really doe got my nuts on your chin Whill I’m all in your philly hoe So come with it fool and test your luck and I'll beat that azz now call me kurupt Now I’m kreepin threw the fog ya Big dogg blue got my nine milla killa Hunting a dogg named snoop You can run nigga but you can't hide Eazy-e straight creepin on the east side 7 Tenlong beach south caught snoop free basin In a rock house I kicks in da door I said it befoe I never let no busta test me no more Bang murder was the case that tey gave me Murder waz the case that they gave me I'll smoke all you fools even you boo boo and your baby Murder was the case that they gave me watch out buddie boy Watch your back Yea what would you do What would you do if we rolled on you (so dont even think about steppin in the god damn house) What would you do what would you do if we rolled on you What would you do what would you do if we rolled on you What would you do what would you do dirty red I comes on the snake hittin niggas low With the cavey ass flow as I kreep through the street Peeping niggas from death row bet you wanna know Which one make the best hoe so Let me break it down as I’m lost in the mist And take word of advice and dont come fucking with this Aint a joke niggas choke frome the smoke that I blaze Purple haze you be dazed in a stun I'll put you on your back nigga what? I am the guess in a doggy dogg world Never run with muss only nuts in their click And dick in your mouth The year is 95 and I’m runnin the house Now tell what can you do nigga what can you do If me and a few of my homies came through Dummpin real on you trickmade bitchmade niggas What could you do what could you do if we rolled on you Yaa so dont even think about stepin in the god damn house Dr. Dre straight busta neva broke a law in his life Besides beating up ricky harris's wife Haha snoop dogg from a high top fade to sportin braids Now he's laid fame no fourtune and getting played not payed Played Treated like a prostitute and we all know who's doin the pimpin daz dont Be a followa be a leader and stay off the nexts mans nuts Kurupt the king ping stick with the 60's Cause you dont need those other hoes cause they're About to go up in ya but only you let um Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha Death row really doe Babyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy bang ahhhh |
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from Eazy-E - Str8 Off Tha Streetz Of Muthaphukkin Compton (1999)
Verse 1: [Gangsta Dresta]
I got beat for the street Ta pump in ya jeep Or in ya caravan wid da homies kinda deep Somking on a thai stick feeling kinda hight wit Ya passenger seat occupied by a fly bitch Rolling in ya lo-lo Cut list all ya MCs Slap in the hip-hop Ta hell wit the ?tempres? Modern day gangsta from the underground Yay, niggas roll around wid tha boomin' ass sound Got the 6-4 kinda low as we bouncing On the grapevine rolling deep to Magic Mountain Hoes on ya jock everytime ya hit a corner Because ya rolling twisted on the gold Daytonas Frontin' on the regular, talking on ya cellular Acting like ya don't hear the little bitches Yelling ya name at the bus stop ya don't stop Ya mash on the gas roll right by they ass Slap Dresta in the dash yeah, Hook: Guranteed to hear something sweet uh, Gangsta Beat 4 Tha Street Guranteed to hear something sweet yeah, Gangsta Beat 4 Tha Streetz Verse 2: [Sylk] I got beat for the street Drop a rag top four Got my strap under the seat just in case I have ta check a hoe ?Menage a trois? on the scene Rolling through the C-P-T Turn up the hump soundz We grooving to the mellow beat Mad dogging like bitches Hitting me up like I'ma banger Cause niggas can't stand ta see us Sitting on some danas When we came up all of tha fools Running drag thinking ya gone 'n Put tha twist I ain't tweaking Drop ya putting the lock on it yeah! Hook Verse 3: [B.G. KnoccOut] Beat for tha street I love ta hear it pumpin in my lo-lo Hitting my switches and running tha bitches And now I'm bustin' mo hoes Roll up to tha spot Me hop out and hit tha chirp-chirp Bail in put on some proper shorts and a proper shirt Just clowning cause hoes are in the house Riding my dick because I got fame, And my name is B.G. KnoccOut Asking ta be in my next vide-o Get tha 7 digits slap that ass And step to ya hoe Now I'm off like a G flee to the C-P-T See my niggas on the block getting tipsy I pulled up and start tearing up the street And guess what's in my muthaphukkin' deck, Gangsta Beat 4 Tha Street Hook Verse 4: [Eazy-E] I got beat for the street To tha beach I'll be rolling Neva see me strolling 40s I'll be holding Girls in the daisies Drive Eazy crazy Rolled up my windows As I turned on my A-C Rolling down Crenshaw see tha hoes jocking Sunday nights popping See tha foes hopping My stereo's bump And that A-T-L funk You can call it what ya want Either way the shit bumps (Damn Right!) Being a gangsta is so neat yeah, Gangsta Beat 4 Tha Street Being a gangsta is so neat yeah, Gangsta Beat 4 Tha Street Being a gangsta is so neat yeah, Gangsta Beat 4 Tha Street Being a gangsta is so neat yeah, Gangsta Beat 4 Tha Street |
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from Eazy-E - Str8 Off Tha Streetz Of Muthaphukkin Compton (1999)
[Yella]
Yo this is Yella as we wine down to the final song I wanted to make this one to remember my lil nigga E I know he wanted this track on his record though he was takin' from us to god damn soon so I finished for him peace nigga... [Eazy-E] We did a song fuck da police you know and everybody been hearing fuck sayin' fuck da police for years and years and years and finally it took a muthaphukka to video tape a nigga gettin' the shit beat out of him for everybody else to say fuck da police and we did fuck da police people put us down and sayed we were ahead of our time you know it took the video you know ya shot by accident to tell the truth and open the worlds eyes yes we do have a serious problem in L.A. and other citys true retaliate happens all the time people tryin' to change things for years but I don't think anything is gonna help the problem is to deep N.W.A. is just being brutally honest. City of Compton (x2) City of,City of Compton baby baby [Eazy-E] They swearin' on cable T.V. it ain't teachin' nobody nothin' new cause little kids grow up you know one, two years old hearin' there mother sayin' fuck this, you little son of bitch I beat the shit out of you and all this shit and you know they pick up from all the shit and you know so they learn shit you know it's not gonna be teachin' muthaphukkaz nothin' new cause I got some new words for your ass. [Eazy-E] We don't tell you to go out and gang bang we tell you ya know and our songs is as you know if you could go out stealin' and killin' and beatin' up people all day but that person ends up dead or in jail sometimes he gets away you know and we don't have no rags no red no blue rags and tellin' we gonna go out and creep or go out and do that other thing or whateva it is you know we aint tell you to be joinin' no gang or whateva else. Rollin Down (x3) [Yella] Eazy-Muthaphukkin-E The Hip-Hop Thugsta from the C-P-T Compton Style Real Niggaz Nigga For Life We don't Die..(x3) I'd like to send all my love out to his kids and my God Son Derik, Little D to all his family to his wife and everybody who loved him and the people that didn't love 'em yo E tell these niggaz whats up 'I say Fuck 'Em' hehehehaha I tried thats right fuck these Muthaphukkaz to all the real niggaz out there we still in this muthaphukka beware...96 Style....96 Style Yeah Big Man we out. [Eazy-E] As I was sayin' before see you around buddy boy I'm feelin' to fuck all goodbye hahahahahaahahahmmmmhehehemhmhhmhheeheheheheeh oooooooooooooh Shit! |
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from Def Squad - Def Squad Presents Erick Dnasis (2000)
(Erick Onasis)
Yeah, check it out Where Eazy at man? (I think he over there dude) Where he at? damn (Oh aight cool) Yo, I'm the rocka man (Who?) Glock cocka man (Who?) Blocka blocka man (You!) can't stoppa man Technique I freak Make chicks strip to bare meat Leavin' nuttin' on but their shoes No rules, I'm dumbin' out in the bathroom Gettin' sucked off 'till I bust off E single to mingle Blow somethin' in they ear to make'em tingle Earrings watch'em jingle (uh!) Leave the spot jump in the car escape Bouncin', with the new biggie smalls tape Dead wrong down sunset haven't had fun yet Me not the E, you wanna make a bet? Remember this, lounge you in the danger zone E got the blocks on snipe the drop zone (uh!) Peep the whip, I'm sittin' on twenty inch Brobbit's And y'all sittin' on garbage (huh!) Feel me baby the way I be movin' Watch what I'm doin', got the spot brewin' Off the hook in here, you can smell it, gangsta I'll let Eazy E tell it Chorus (Eazy-E) (4x) Feel the beat! Bein' a gangsta is so neat Yeah! gangsta beat for the street (Eazy-E) I got beef for the street to the beach I'll be rollin' Never see me strollin' 40's I'll be holdin' Girls in the daisys drive eazy crazy Rolled up my windows as I turned on my AC Rollin' down crenshaw see the hoe's joggin' Sunday nights poppin' See the 4's hoppin' My stereo's bumpin' the A-T-L funk You can call it what you want Either way the shit bumps Chorus (4x) (Erick Onasis) Yeah, yeah yeah feel me y'all (who?) The emcee y'all (yo!) Who I be y'all, E, thats me y'all Shining call me the black Jack Nicholson Heeeres Erick, for those thats listening Yeah, I'm right there block the glare when you stare Cover your face when I'm in the place (uh, uh) E, the boy in the east, got green eyes wit' telekenisis keep dime pieces, snatch ya feat, it's a full time jack move (RIIIIGHT!) Eazy E and E make a jack move The combo ya hear here, sound so sweet Gangsta beats for the streets Chorus (4x) |
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