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from N.W.A - Efil4zaggin (2003)
Oi motherf**ker,
Get yo' motherf**kin' hands off me motherfukin' police officer, Ei you bullshit, F**k that shit man, I'm tired of you motherf**kers getin us always getin bust on, motherf**ker, shit. Always tweakin man. Just get in the motherf**kin' cell and shut the f**k up. Shit man, I'm tired of you motherf**kers always f**kin with me all the time man, I'm tired of this shit man. I'm gonna call my bitch, she gonna come get me up out this motherf**ker, ei, what you smiling at in the corner nigger? Shut up and pass me a cigarette foo'. Man i'm tellin' you my bitch gona come get me up outta here. (Phone Ring) Hello? Hello. Leroy? Bitch this ain't no motherf**kin' Leroy, ei i'm in motherf**kin' jail, you better come get me up outta here, it's me baby wassup!? First of all I ain't yo' bitch, Second of all I ain't commin' to get you out of (ahh f**k that ) motherf**kin' nowhere, motherf**ker. F**k you. F**k you! F**k you. Ai, to ai, you betta come pick me up from this motherf**ker, thas all I know. Ei ei what you talkin' bout phone check nigger, you betta wait your turn foo'. Ei come get me up outta here baby, thas all real. Ei, if you don't I just get my other bitch to come get me, f**k it, I just drop you, f**k it. ->Music Yo' wassup niggers and niggettes. If you ever have a problem like this don't call that broke ass nigger you got, and don't call that sorry bitch that don't give a f**k about you anyways. What you need to do is call 1-900-2-Compton (well all right!). 1-900-2-Compton, thats 1-900-2-Compton. This show was sponsered by the niggers that don't give a f**k. |
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from N.W.A - Efil4zaggin (2003)
Intro:
And why do we call ourself 'Niggaz 4 Life'. 'Cause if we die we still gon' be some dead niggas. ""You don't really think you're gonna get away, do you?"" ""We haven't spotted them yet."" ""But they're somewhere in the immediate vicinity."" [MC Ren] A 100 Miles and Runnin'. MC Ren, I hold the gun and You want me to kill a mutherfucker and it's done in. Since I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct - Is one of the main reasons I don't give a fuck. Chances are usually not good 'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood. And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who. When in a black and white the capacity is two. We're not alone, we're three more brothers, I mean street-brothers. Now wearin' my dyes, 'cause I'm not stupid, mutherfuckers. They're out to take our heads for what we said in the past. Point blank - They can kizz my black azz. I didn't stutter when I said ""Fuck Tha Police"". 'Cause it's hard for a nigga to get peace. Now it's broken and can't be fixed. 'Cause police and little black niggers don't mix so Now I'm creepin' through the fall. Runnin' like a team. Well, see, I might have slayed y'all. So for now pack the gun and Hold it in the air. 'Cause MC Ren has a 100 Miles of Runnin'... ""Into this news. Four fugitives are on the run."" ""FBI sources tell us that the four are headed"" ""100 miles to their homebase, Compton."" [Eazy E] Lend me a mutherfuckin' ear. So I can tell you why... [Dr. Dre] Runnin' with my brothers, headed for the homebase. With a steady pace on the face that just we raced. The road ahead goes on and on. The shit is gettin' longer than the mutherfuckin' marathon. Runnin' on but never runnin' out. Stayin' wired and if I get tired, I can still try out. Hitchhikin' if that's what it gotta do. But nobody's pickin' up a Nigga Witta Attitude. Confused... Yo, but Dre's a nigga with nuthin' to lose. One of the few who's been accused and abused Of the crime of poisonin' young minds. But you don't know shit til you been in my shoes. And Dre is back from the C-P-T. Droppin' some shit that's D-O-P-E. So fuck the P-O-L-I-C-E! And any mutherfucker that disagrees. Stuck and runnin' hard, hauling ass. 'Cause I'm a nigga known for havin' a notorious past. My mind was slick - my temper was too quick. Now the FBI's all over my dick. [Eazy E] Got us tick and runnin' just to find the gun that started the clock. That's when the E jumped off the startin' block. A 100 Miles from home and ,yo, it's a long stretch. A little sprintin' mutherfucker that they won't catch. Yeah, back to Compton again. Yo, it's either that or the Federal pen. 'Cause niggas been runnin' since beginning of time. Takin' a minute to tell you what's on my mutherfuckin' mind. Runnin' like I just don't care. Compton's 50 miles but , yo, I'mma get there. Archin' my back and on a straight rough. Just like Carl Lewis I'm ballin' the fuck out. >From city to city I'm a menace as I pass by. Rippin' up shit just so you can remember I'm A straight up nigga that's done in, gunnin' and comin' Straight at yo ass. A 100 Miles and Runnin'... Interlude: This one goes out to the four brothers from Compton. You're almost there, but the FBI has a little message for you: ""Nowhere to run to, baby. Nowhere to hide."" Good luck brothers. [MC Ren] Runnin' like a nigga I hate to lose. Show me on the news but I hate to be abused. I know it was a set-up. So now I'm gonna get up. Even if the FBI wants me to shut up. But I've got 10 000 niggas strong. They got everybody singin' my ""Fuck Tha Police"" song. And while they treat my group like dirt, Their whole fuckin' family is wearin' our T-shirts. So I'mma run til I can't run no more. 'Cause it's time for MC Ren to settle the score. I got a urge to kick down doors. At my grave like a slave even if the Ren calls. [Dr. Dre] Clouds are dark and brothers are hidin'. Dick-tricklin' at the sunny mutherfucker's are ridin'. Started with five and, yo, one couldn't take it. So now there's four 'cause the fifth couldn't make it. The number's even - now I'm leavin'. We're never gettin' took by a bitch with a weave in. Her and the troops are right behind me. But they're so fuckin' stupid, they'll never find me. [Eazy E] One more mile to go through the dark streets. Runnin' like a mutherfucker on my own two feet. But you know I never stumble or lag last. I'm almost home so I better haul ass. Tearin' up everything in sight. It's a little crazy mutherfucker dodging the searchlight. Now that chase, the shit, is done and Four mutherfuckers goin' crazy with A 100 Miles of Runnin'! Outro: Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Surprise, niggas |
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from Eazy-E - Eazy Duz It (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1988)
<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
Yo Dre where's the goddamn drum machine? <i>[Dre]</i> Aw shit I left the muthafucka with Poog <i>[Eazy-E]</i> You dumb muthafucka what the fuck we gonna do now? <i>[Yella]</i> Hey, man I got some drums in the back <i>[Dre]</i> Man what the fuck is he talkin' bout <i>[M.C. Ren]</i> Yo does it look like we can play some fuckin' drums? <i>[Yella]</i> Man I can play the drums <i>[Everyone except Yella]</i> Bullshit! <i>[Yella]</i> Man I used to fuck it up at Compton <i>[Arguin']</i> <i>[M.C. Ren]</i> Give this nigga some sticks.... Yo Fuck it up Yella <i>[M.C. Ren]</i> Yo were two hard muthafuckaz takin' out any punk ass suckaz can you believe this or so be frightened were strong as fuck, with the power of a titan settin' a mark of destruction get it so don't front, and say you ain't with it you wanna rumble with us you can't hang cause were something like a two man gang start some shit is what we do best scared by the suckaz say fuck the rest so yo Eazy bust it and shoot to kill and tell these stupid muthafuckaz the deal <i>[Eazy-E]</i> I look you dead in the eye and I spit tell you to your face punk you ain't shit I don't give a goddamn about feelin's I'm just as a happy as long as I'm killin' a 187 is in progress nigga just as soon as I pull this trigger automatic heavily I start firin' and the kids on the block I'm the one there admirin' a bad mouth nigga on the violent tip I catch you talkin' some shit and I'mma bust your lip now who you gonna tell that I'm makin' ya soft the police ain't shit cause I pay 'em off I move slow always ready to go so fuck it and bitches on my dick they know they can suck it I'm a hard head, always havin' a fit when I'm not allowed to tear up shit <i>[Eazy-E & M.C. Ren]</i> I'm a hard muthafucka <i>[Chorus]</i> 2 Hard Muthafuckaz! <i>[x4]</i> <i>[M.C. Ren]</i> Now look at me I'm a crazed bitch with a case to a profanity pitch Ren is a nigga that don't give a fuck to pussy ass fool tryin' to press his luck I'm ready to scrap that's if your ready to go I take you out goin' toe to toe E saw the conversion and hit you from the back while you gettin' fucked by a ruthless jack critical condition is what you recieved thinkin' up some back up to go on retrieve but Eazy tell what would happen my man <i>[Eazy-E:]</i> "they would get fucked up by a ruthless clan" so it's simple we don't give a fuck right so you and ya boys can get the fuck out my site I'm on tilt with class gettin' ready to blast cause I'm a hard muthafucka <i>[Chorus]</i> 2 Hard Muthafuckaz! <i>[x4]</i> <i>[Eazy-E]</i> Eazy and Ren is fuckin' it up again schemin' up a plot before we begin cause niggaz like to stare like a bitch sometimes they say how can them niggaz have some a hell of a rhyme <i>[M.C. Ren]</i> It's simple tell 'em what we mean when the two baddest muthafuckaz step on the scene <i>[Eazy-E]</i> Now this is some shit <i>[M.C. Ren]</i> Yo what are you sayin' <i>[Eazy-E]</i> you stupid muthafuckaz they think I'm playin' talkin' all kinda shit of shit but I'm crackin' it up I can afford to laugh cause I'm backin' it up I'm not a busta I'm more like a hitman so if you don't wanna throw then you can get down you don't like the fuck away from me so you can stop the shit, tryin' to fuck the E <i>[M.C. Ren]</i> You heard what he said it's the truth so whats up so if you want me to go then I'mma bout to nut up the 2 baddest muthafuckaz alive so I don't think you and your boys can survive you gotta girl, well if she's good to go I bet me and E already fucked the hoe a train was in effect and your bitch was rott by a hell of a nigga that was hard to stop <i>[Eazy-E]</i> Yo Ren lets jet lets get the fuck on out <i>[M.C. Ren]</i> because everybody knows what where talkin' about <i>[Eazy-E & M.C. Ren]</i> Where two hard muthafuckaz! <i>[Chorus]</i> 2 Hard Muthafuckaz! (x4) |
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from Eazy-E - Eazy Duz Itclean (1989)
<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
Yo Dre where's the goddamn drum machine? <i>[Dre]</i> Aw shit I left the muthafucka with Poog <i>[Eazy-E]</i> You dumb muthafucka what the fuck we gonna do now? <i>[Yella]</i> Hey, man I got some drums in the back <i>[Dre]</i> Man what the fuck is he talkin' bout <i>[M.C. Ren]</i> Yo does it look like we can play some fuckin' drums? <i>[Yella]</i> Man I can play the drums <i>[Everyone except Yella]</i> Bullshit! <i>[Yella]</i> Man I used to fuck it up at Compton <i>[Arguin']</i> <i>[M.C. Ren]</i> Give this nigga some sticks.... Yo Fuck it up Yella <i>[M.C. Ren]</i> Yo were two hard muthafuckaz takin' out any punk ass suckaz can you believe this or so be frightened were strong as fuck, with the power of a titan settin' a mark of destruction get it so don't front, and say you ain't with it you wanna rumble with us you can't hang cause were something like a two man gang start some shit is what we do best scared by the suckaz say fuck the rest so yo Eazy bust it and shoot to kill and tell these stupid muthafuckaz the deal <i>[Eazy-E]</i> I look you dead in the eye and I spit tell you to your face punk you ain't shit I don't give a goddamn about feelin's I'm just as a happy as long as I'm killin' a 187 is in progress nigga just as soon as I pull this trigger automatic heavily I start firin' and the kids on the block I'm the one there admirin' a bad mouth nigga on the violent tip I catch you talkin' some shit and I'mma bust your lip now who you gonna tell that I'm makin' ya soft the police ain't shit cause I pay 'em off I move slow always ready to go so fuck it and bitches on my dick they know they can suck it I'm a hard head, always havin' a fit when I'm not allowed to tear up shit <i>[Eazy-E & M.C. Ren]</i> I'm a hard muthafucka <i>[Chorus]</i> 2 Hard Muthafuckaz! <i>[x4]</i> <i>[M.C. Ren]</i> Now look at me I'm a crazed bitch with a case to a profanity pitch Ren is a nigga that don't give a fuck to pussy ass fool tryin' to press his luck I'm ready to scrap that's if your ready to go I take you out goin' toe to toe E saw the conversion and hit you from the back while you gettin' fucked by a ruthless jack critical condition is what you recieved thinkin' up some back up to go on retrieve but Eazy tell what would happen my man <i>[Eazy-E:]</i> "they would get fucked up by a ruthless clan" so it's simple we don't give a fuck right so you and ya boys can get the fuck out my site I'm on tilt with class gettin' ready to blast cause I'm a hard muthafucka <i>[Chorus]</i> 2 Hard Muthafuckaz! <i>[x4]</i> <i>[Eazy-E]</i> Eazy and Ren is fuckin' it up again schemin' up a plot before we begin cause niggaz like to stare like a bitch sometimes they say how can them niggaz have some a hell of a rhyme <i>[M.C. Ren]</i> It's simple tell 'em what we mean when the two baddest muthafuckaz step on the scene <i>[Eazy-E]</i> Now this is some shit <i>[M.C. Ren]</i> Yo what are you sayin' <i>[Eazy-E]</i> you stupid muthafuckaz they think I'm playin' talkin' all kinda shit of shit but I'm crackin' it up I can afford to laugh cause I'm backin' it up I'm not a busta I'm more like a hitman so if you don't wanna throw then you can get down you don't like the fuck away from me so you can stop the shit, tryin' to fuck the E <i>[M.C. Ren]</i> You heard what he said it's the truth so whats up so if you want me to go then I'mma bout to nut up the 2 baddest muthafuckaz alive so I don't think you and your boys can survive you gotta girl, well if she's good to go I bet me and E already fucked the hoe a train was in effect and your bitch was rott by a hell of a nigga that was hard to stop <i>[Eazy-E]</i> Yo Ren lets jet lets get the fuck on out <i>[M.C. Ren]</i> because everybody knows what where talkin' about <i>[Eazy-E & M.C. Ren]</i> Where two hard muthafuckaz! <i>[Chorus]</i> 2 Hard Muthafuckaz! (x4) |
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from Eazy-E - Eazy-Duz-It W/5150 Ep (2002)
<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
Yo Dre where's the goddamn drum machine? <i>[Dre]</i> Aw shit I left the muthafucka with Poog <i>[Eazy-E]</i> You dumb muthafucka what the fuck we gonna do now? <i>[Yella]</i> Hey, man I got some drums in the back <i>[Dre]</i> Man what the fuck is he talkin' bout <i>[M.C. Ren]</i> Yo does it look like we can play some fuckin' drums? <i>[Yella]</i> Man I can play the drums <i>[Everyone except Yella]</i> Bullshit! <i>[Yella]</i> Man I used to fuck it up at Compton <i>[Arguin']</i> <i>[M.C. Ren]</i> Give this nigga some sticks.... Yo Fuck it up Yella <i>[M.C. Ren]</i> Yo were two hard muthafuckaz takin' out any punk ass suckaz can you believe this or so be frightened were strong as fuck, with the power of a titan settin' a mark of destruction get it so don't front, and say you ain't with it you wanna rumble with us you can't hang cause were something like a two man gang start some shit is what we do best scared by the suckaz say fuck the rest so yo Eazy bust it and shoot to kill and tell these stupid muthafuckaz the deal <i>[Eazy-E]</i> I look you dead in the eye and I spit tell you to your face punk you ain't shit I don't give a goddamn about feelin's I'm just as a happy as long as I'm killin' a 187 is in progress nigga just as soon as I pull this trigger automatic heavily I start firin' and the kids on the block I'm the one there admirin' a bad mouth nigga on the violent tip I catch you talkin' some shit and I'mma bust your lip now who you gonna tell that I'm makin' ya soft the police ain't shit cause I pay 'em off I move slow always ready to go so fuck it and bitches on my dick they know they can suck it I'm a hard head, always havin' a fit when I'm not allowed to tear up shit <i>[Eazy-E & M.C. Ren]</i> I'm a hard muthafucka <i>[Chorus]</i> 2 Hard Muthafuckaz! <i>[x4]</i> <i>[M.C. Ren]</i> Now look at me I'm a crazed bitch with a case to a profanity pitch Ren is a nigga that don't give a fuck to pussy ass fool tryin' to press his luck I'm ready to scrap that's if your ready to go I take you out goin' toe to toe E saw the conversion and hit you from the back while you gettin' fucked by a ruthless jack critical condition is what you recieved thinkin' up some back up to go on retrieve but Eazy tell what would happen my man <i>[Eazy-E:]</i> "they would get fucked up by a ruthless clan" so it's simple we don't give a fuck right so you and ya boys can get the fuck out my site I'm on tilt with class gettin' ready to blast cause I'm a hard muthafucka <i>[Chorus]</i> 2 Hard Muthafuckaz! <i>[x4]</i> <i>[Eazy-E]</i> Eazy and Ren is fuckin' it up again schemin' up a plot before we begin cause niggaz like to stare like a bitch sometimes they say how can them niggaz have some a hell of a rhyme <i>[M.C. Ren]</i> It's simple tell 'em what we mean when the two baddest muthafuckaz step on the scene <i>[Eazy-E]</i> Now this is some shit <i>[M.C. Ren]</i> Yo what are you sayin' <i>[Eazy-E]</i> you stupid muthafuckaz they think I'm playin' talkin' all kinda shit of shit but I'm crackin' it up I can afford to laugh cause I'm backin' it up I'm not a busta I'm more like a hitman so if you don't wanna throw then you can get down you don't like the fuck away from me so you can stop the shit, tryin' to fuck the E <i>[M.C. Ren]</i> You heard what he said it's the truth so whats up so if you want me to go then I'mma bout to nut up the 2 baddest muthafuckaz alive so I don't think you and your boys can survive you gotta girl, well if she's good to go I bet me and E already fucked the hoe a train was in effect and your bitch was rott by a hell of a nigga that was hard to stop <i>[Eazy-E]</i> Yo Ren lets jet lets get the fuck on out <i>[M.C. Ren]</i> because everybody knows what where talkin' about <i>[Eazy-E & M.C. Ren]</i> Where two hard muthafuckaz! <i>[Chorus]</i> 2 Hard Muthafuckaz! (x4) |
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from Eazy-E - Eazy-Duz-It W/5150 Ep [Edited Version] (2002)
<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
Yo Dre where's the goddamn drum machine? <i>[Dre]</i> Aw shit I left the muthafucka with Poog <i>[Eazy-E]</i> You dumb muthafucka what the fuck we gonna do now? <i>[Yella]</i> Hey, man I got some drums in the back <i>[Dre]</i> Man what the fuck is he talkin' bout <i>[M.C. Ren]</i> Yo does it look like we can play some fuckin' drums? <i>[Yella]</i> Man I can play the drums <i>[Everyone except Yella]</i> Bullshit! <i>[Yella]</i> Man I used to fuck it up at Compton <i>[Arguin']</i> <i>[M.C. Ren]</i> Give this nigga some sticks.... Yo Fuck it up Yella <i>[M.C. Ren]</i> Yo were two hard muthafuckaz takin' out any punk ass suckaz can you believe this or so be frightened were strong as fuck, with the power of a titan settin' a mark of destruction get it so don't front, and say you ain't with it you wanna rumble with us you can't hang cause were something like a two man gang start some shit is what we do best scared by the suckaz say fuck the rest so yo Eazy bust it and shoot to kill and tell these stupid muthafuckaz the deal <i>[Eazy-E]</i> I look you dead in the eye and I spit tell you to your face punk you ain't shit I don't give a goddamn about feelin's I'm just as a happy as long as I'm killin' a 187 is in progress nigga just as soon as I pull this trigger automatic heavily I start firin' and the kids on the block I'm the one there admirin' a bad mouth nigga on the violent tip I catch you talkin' some shit and I'mma bust your lip now who you gonna tell that I'm makin' ya soft the police ain't shit cause I pay 'em off I move slow always ready to go so fuck it and bitches on my dick they know they can suck it I'm a hard head, always havin' a fit when I'm not allowed to tear up shit <i>[Eazy-E & M.C. Ren]</i> I'm a hard muthafucka <i>[Chorus]</i> 2 Hard Muthafuckaz! <i>[x4]</i> <i>[M.C. Ren]</i> Now look at me I'm a crazed bitch with a case to a profanity pitch Ren is a nigga that don't give a fuck to pussy ass fool tryin' to press his luck I'm ready to scrap that's if your ready to go I take you out goin' toe to toe E saw the conversion and hit you from the back while you gettin' fucked by a ruthless jack critical condition is what you recieved thinkin' up some back up to go on retrieve but Eazy tell what would happen my man <i>[Eazy-E:]</i> "they would get fucked up by a ruthless clan" so it's simple we don't give a fuck right so you and ya boys can get the fuck out my site I'm on tilt with class gettin' ready to blast cause I'm a hard muthafucka <i>[Chorus]</i> 2 Hard Muthafuckaz! <i>[x4]</i> <i>[Eazy-E]</i> Eazy and Ren is fuckin' it up again schemin' up a plot before we begin cause niggaz like to stare like a bitch sometimes they say how can them niggaz have some a hell of a rhyme <i>[M.C. Ren]</i> It's simple tell 'em what we mean when the two baddest muthafuckaz step on the scene <i>[Eazy-E]</i> Now this is some shit <i>[M.C. Ren]</i> Yo what are you sayin' <i>[Eazy-E]</i> you stupid muthafuckaz they think I'm playin' talkin' all kinda shit of shit but I'm crackin' it up I can afford to laugh cause I'm backin' it up I'm not a busta I'm more like a hitman so if you don't wanna throw then you can get down you don't like the fuck away from me so you can stop the shit, tryin' to fuck the E <i>[M.C. Ren]</i> You heard what he said it's the truth so whats up so if you want me to go then I'mma bout to nut up the 2 baddest muthafuckaz alive so I don't think you and your boys can survive you gotta girl, well if she's good to go I bet me and E already fucked the hoe a train was in effect and your bitch was rott by a hell of a nigga that was hard to stop <i>[Eazy-E]</i> Yo Ren lets jet lets get the fuck on out <i>[M.C. Ren]</i> because everybody knows what where talkin' about <i>[Eazy-E & M.C. Ren]</i> Where two hard muthafuckaz! <i>[Chorus]</i> 2 Hard Muthafuckaz! (x4) |
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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton (1988)
"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 - N.W.A. & The Posse (1989)
"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)
"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 Snoop Dogg - Snoop Dogg Presents My #1 Priority (2010)
"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 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 - Efil4zaggin (2003)
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 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 N.W.A - Efil4zaggin (2003)
I got a taste for waste and a taste and a blood
Murder, I heard her when she screamed the drop 'Coz her son caught the slug Relate this to no choice And listen to this straight-up man before they ban the voice While I rhyme to the rhythm of a pop Remember, the first brother to run is the first to get shot Whoever said that what I say and portray is negativity Need to come kick it in the city with me And find the black and crack the fact They take that back because they really can't deal with that There's too many brothers that's tryin' to calm If other people could get it, nobody wouldn't deal with it Appetite for destruction But before he decide to quit, he gotta commit Murder in the first degree, a manslaughter Takin' a life of his wife and young daughter A whole city of women that be smokin' up And the brothers is killin', it's straight loc-in' up Whoever say what I'm sayin's for greed The 9, even what they tryin' to feed, my appetite for destruction You guys know who I'm talkin' to Say what? The appetite is tremendous, so I'm gonna spin this [Incomprehensible] because they ask me to end this Some trouble that I caught 'coz I was nosy Some brother tried to take advantage because of the kamikaze He took a swing from my hand, thought I was faded Start runnin' for the door but it seems he never made it The sound of the 9 went *** And I don't care [Incomprehensible] 'coz it ain't no thing 'Coz I'm a brother you can't sleep on So set the alarm because I hit and destroy like a bomb I do damage with a 9 in my hand But the average sucker that don't know me, don't understand I'm from the streets, so therefore You know I don't care for A brother that ain't down with the real, real, real, real, yo And that's the way to track out a flow, ain't even sober At any time that the 9 wanna leave I got a 38 hidden up the sleeve And it's ready to go to war 'coz that's what it's here for I shoot down a million suckers and shoot one more And that's the million and one, they couldn't hang with the appetite 'Coz they wasn't rappin' right So I had to destroy whoever was standin' in my presence For interferin' with the essence, appetite for destruction Cops put a hurt on your *** man, you know They really degrade you, I suppose you don't believe s*** They don't believe in cops degrade you Oh come on, those *** those people was resistin' arrest Check it out, yo, in the house, yo So I can show and flow and let the people know So won't you ease on down to the Yellow Brick Road to Compton? But first let me show you somethin' I possess the 10 commandments of the hip hop brother Known as the thief and murderer First one, all abide brother with the attitude Gotta give respect 'coz you know I'll break your neck Second one, always gotta do it outta wedlock I like it when it goes snack, crackle and pop Number three, I'm a gangsta fanatic I smoke any fools tryin' to cause some static Number four, here's what's in store A crazy young brother that remains hard core Fifth one, my killin's just begun I pulled out my gun, now that'll keep me on the run Step six, hmm, it's kinda tricky Can't forget that I'm one they call 'Quick' To the ones who tries to play the E By the time you reach 'Seven', you'll be 6 feet deep Number eight, make no mistake Move real slicky and you're bound to catch your prey Ninth one, I gotta be raw Get any brain once your man made law Last but not least, I must be real Number ten is my appetite to kill |
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from N.W.A - Efil4zaggin (2003)
I got a taste for waste and a taste and a blood
Murder, I heard her when she screamed the drop 'Coz her son caught the slug Relate this to no choice And listen to this straight-up man before they ban the voice While I rhyme to the rhythm of a pop Remember, the first brother to run is the first to get shot Whoever said that what I say and portray is negativity Need to come kick it in the city with me And find the black and crack the fact They take that back because they really can't deal with that There's too many brothers that's tryin' to calm If other people could get it, nobody wouldn't deal with it Appetite for destruction But before he decide to quit, he gotta commit Murder in the first degree, a manslaughter Takin' a life of his wife and young daughter A whole city of women that be smokin' up And the brothers is killin', it's straight loc-in' up Whoever say what I'm sayin's for greed The 9, even what they tryin' to feed, my appetite for destruction You guys know who I'm talkin' to Say what? The appetite is tremendous, so I'm gonna spin this [Incomprehensible] because they ask me to end this Some trouble that I caught 'coz I was nosy Some brother tried to take advantage because of the kamikaze He took a swing from my hand, thought I was faded Start runnin' for the door but it seems he never made it The sound of the 9 went *** And I don't care [Incomprehensible] 'coz it ain't no thing 'Coz I'm a brother you can't sleep on So set the alarm because I hit and destroy like a bomb I do damage with a 9 in my hand But the average sucker that don't know me, don't understand I'm from the streets, so therefore You know I don't care for A brother that ain't down with the real, real, real, real, yo And that's the way to track out a flow, ain't even sober At any time that the 9 wanna leave I got a 38 hidden up the sleeve And it's ready to go to war 'coz that's what it's here for I shoot down a million suckers and shoot one more And that's the million and one, they couldn't hang with the appetite 'Coz they wasn't rappin' right So I had to destroy whoever was standin' in my presence For interferin' with the essence, appetite for destruction Cops put a hurt on your *** man, you know They really degrade you, I suppose you don't believe s*** They don't believe in cops degrade you Oh come on, those *** those people was resistin' arrest Check it out, yo, in the house, yo So I can show and flow and let the people know So won't you ease on down to the Yellow Brick Road to Compton? But first let me show you somethin' I possess the 10 commandments of the hip hop brother Known as the thief and murderer First one, all abide brother with the attitude Gotta give respect 'coz you know I'll break your neck Second one, always gotta do it outta wedlock I like it when it goes snack, crackle and pop Number three, I'm a gangsta fanatic I smoke any fools tryin' to cause some static Number four, here's what's in store A crazy young brother that remains hard core Fifth one, my killin's just begun I pulled out my gun, now that'll keep me on the run Step six, hmm, it's kinda tricky Can't forget that I'm one they call 'Quick' To the ones who tries to play the E By the time you reach 'Seven', you'll be 6 feet deep Number eight, make no mistake Move real slicky and you're bound to catch your prey Ninth one, I gotta be raw Get any brain once your man made law Last but not least, I must be real Number ten is my appetite to kill |
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from N.W.A - Efil4zaggin (2003)
[Eazy]
What you want is an unexpected approach, That may delay a suspects awareness of your presence, Until you have a chance to assist the situation you are confronted. Approach to danger, don't move; It's hard to predict what will happen next. (Oh shit, he has a gun!) drop the gun You could've prevented a tragedy. [Ren] You can approach, but the danger-light is blinking, A self-destruct button is activated when I'm thinking. This is a tribulation, the weakened judge, The prophecy was fulfilled cause I never budge. I took up the tools, crucifixion was the extreme, They're seeing doubles of me, but it wasn't a dream. One vision was of life, the other was death, Then I didn't give a fuck if death took your last breath. So you burn in my pit that I call hell, Where you got send because your shit don't sell. My twenty-twenty was blurry from the smoke, Of the niggaz that I burned and tormented but I didn't choke. I started doing 'em, I kept on doing 'em, Do 'em for shoot 'em up till that nigga Ren was booing 'em. And my presence to the suckers was of a stranger, But fuck it, they can approach to the danger. [Eazy] If you can be seen, you can be hit. If you can be hit, you can be killed. (He's on the line! Shoot him!) [Dre] Fatal approach to danger, just to remain a strangler, Outrun, the shot of a gun with a ganger. Murder in the first degree, but it's worse to be, A dead motherfucker or a nigga in custody. With everybody thinking of death I kept working, To be one of the last niggas left. So many people looking for hope, they're broke, Without checking the fingerprints on the motherfuckers' throat. A heart of steal can reveal the real nigga in me, So figuring to see the D-E-A-D Bodies like a nigga's straight walking in a cemetery, So it's very necessary to carry ammunition for niggas wishing, But they better take caution, before Dre goes off, And starts killing motherfuckers, Just in order to change the anger for the real nigga, When I approach to danger Approach the motherfucking danger, Come back to hell and send me some time (this is it y'all) [Eazy] Final approach to danger, death, destruction around every corner, Another dead body and you want to keep running. But even the rain turns black, All you can do is stay alert to try to say out of the search-light. No prison, nobody makes bail, Everybody gotta go but see, it ain't no jail. Think about death, taking your last breath, Heart beating like a motherfucker like there ain't no time left. For so many ways to stay up, I gotta get mine, Even though they want to make a crime. Yo, I'm being real, a better or latter in the beginning, Because it will release the fucking police. Fuck 'em, I approach to danger, Cause I don't give a fuck if somebody gotta get fucked up. So you might as well kiss your ass goodbye, Cause in the long run (we'll all die) |
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from N.W.A - Efil4zaggin (2003)
[Eazy]
What you want is an unexpected approach, That may delay a suspects awareness of your presence, Until you have a chance to assist the situation you are confronted. Approach to danger, don't move; It's hard to predict what will happen next. (Oh shit, he has a gun!) drop the gun You could've prevented a tragedy. [Ren] You can approach, but the danger-light is blinking, A self-destruct button is activated when I'm thinking. This is a tribulation, the weakened judge, The prophecy was fulfilled cause I never budge. I took up the tools, crucifixion was the extreme, They're seeing doubles of me, but it wasn't a dream. One vision was of life, the other was death, Then I didn't give a fuck if death took your last breath. So you burn in my pit that I call hell, Where you got send because your shit don't sell. My twenty-twenty was blurry from the smoke, Of the niggaz that I burned and tormented but I didn't choke. I started doing 'em, I kept on doing 'em, Do 'em for shoot 'em up till that nigga Ren was booing 'em. And my presence to the suckers was of a stranger, But fuck it, they can approach to the danger. [Eazy] If you can be seen, you can be hit. If you can be hit, you can be killed. (He's on the line! Shoot him!) [Dre] Fatal approach to danger, just to remain a strangler, Outrun, the shot of a gun with a ganger. Murder in the first degree, but it's worse to be, A dead motherfucker or a nigga in custody. With everybody thinking of death I kept working, To be one of the last niggas left. So many people looking for hope, they're broke, Without checking the fingerprints on the motherfuckers' throat. A heart of steal can reveal the real nigga in me, So figuring to see the D-E-A-D Bodies like a nigga's straight walking in a cemetery, So it's very necessary to carry ammunition for niggas wishing, But they better take caution, before Dre goes off, And starts killing motherfuckers, Just in order to change the anger for the real nigga, When I approach to danger Approach the motherfucking danger, Come back to hell and send me some time (this is it y'all) [Eazy] Final approach to danger, death, destruction around every corner, Another dead body and you want to keep running. But even the rain turns black, All you can do is stay alert to try to say out of the search-light. No prison, nobody makes bail, Everybody gotta go but see, it ain't no jail. Think about death, taking your last breath, Heart beating like a motherfucker like there ain't no time left. For so many ways to stay up, I gotta get mine, Even though they want to make a crime. Yo, I'm being real, a better or latter in the beginning, Because it will release the fucking police. Fuck 'em, I approach to danger, Cause I don't give a fuck if somebody gotta get fucked up. So you might as well kiss your ass goodbye, Cause in the long run (we'll all die) |
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from N.W.A - Efil4zaggin (2003)
Yo Dre man, I take this bitch out to the movies
An' shit man we're kissin', an' grindin', an' 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 3 words, man 'Stop, no and don't' I said, "Bitch" 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, oh, I'll be good to you An' we'll both ride home in my automobile 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 room Oh, get your groopy ass up my hotel room Oh, get your groopy ass up 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)
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 N.W.A - N.W.A And Their Family Tree (2008)
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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from The N.W.A Legacy Volume 1 1988-1998 (1999) | |||||
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from Eazy-E - Eazy Duz It (1999) | |||||
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from Eazy-E - Eazy-Duz-It W/5150 Ep [Edited Version] (2002)
<i>[Dr. Dre]</i>
Hey yo, remember that shit Eazy did a while back Motherfuckers said it wasn't gonna work (word) That crazy shit, yeah the stupid shit Hey yo Eazy! (Yo!) Hey man why don't you come off the piano for a minute and bust this crazy shit <i>[Eazy-E]</i> Woke up quick at about noon Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon I gotta get drunk before the day begin Before my mother starts bitchin bout my friends About to go and damn near went blind Young niggaz at the pad throwin up gang signs Ran in the house and grabbed my clip With the Mac-10 on the side of my hip Bailed outside and pointed my weapon Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin Jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride I got front back and side to side Then I let the Alpine play Bumpin new shit by NWA It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this: Cruisin down the street in my six-fo' Jockin the bitches, slappin the hoes Went to the park to get the scoop Knuckleheads out there cold shootin 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 makin that GTA <i>[chorus]</i> Cuz the boyz n tha hood are always hard You come talkin that trash we'll pull your card Knowin nothin in life but to be legit Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't sayin shit <i>[Eazy-E]</i> Down on 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 Til I caught him in my car tryin to steal my Alpine Chased him up the street to call a truce The silly motherfucker pull out a deuce-deuce Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge One sucker dead, LA Times first page <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[Eazy-E]</i> Bored as hell and I wanna get ill So I went to a spot where my homeboys chill The fellows out there, makin that dollar I pulled up in my 6-4 Impala They greet me with a 40 and I start drinkin And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin 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 and knocked his whole ass out <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[Eazy-E]</i> I'm rollin hard now I'm under control Then wrapped the six-fo' 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 and I see the G ride Now Ket is drivin Kilo on the side As they busted a U, they got pulled over An undercover cop in a dark green Nova Ket got beaten for resistin arrest He socked the pig in the head for rippin his Guess Now G is cut for doin the crime For defence on the boy, he'll do some time <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[Eazy-E]</i> 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 straight cold cut a fork Distruption of a court, said the judge On a six year sentence my man didn't budge Bailer came over to turn him in Kilo G looked up and gave a grin He yelled out "FIRE!", then came Suzi The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi Police shot the bitch but didn't hurt her Both up state for attempted murder <i>[chorus]</i> |
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from Eazy-E - Eazy-Duz-It W/5150 Ep (2002)
<i>[Dr. Dre]</i>
Hey yo, remember that shit Eazy did a while back Motherfuckers said it wasn't gonna work (word) That crazy shit, yeah the stupid shit Hey yo Eazy! (Yo!) Hey man why don't you come off the piano for a minute and bust this crazy shit <i>[Eazy-E]</i> Woke up quick at about noon Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon I gotta get drunk before the day begin Before my mother starts bitchin bout my friends About to go and damn near went blind Young niggaz at the pad throwin up gang signs Ran in the house and grabbed my clip With the Mac-10 on the side of my hip Bailed outside and pointed my weapon Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin Jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride I got front back and side to side Then I let the Alpine play Bumpin new shit by NWA It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this: Cruisin down the street in my six-fo' Jockin the bitches, slappin the hoes Went to the park to get the scoop Knuckleheads out there cold shootin 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 makin that GTA <i>[chorus]</i> Cuz the boyz n tha hood are always hard You come talkin that trash we'll pull your card Knowin nothin in life but to be legit Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't sayin shit <i>[Eazy-E]</i> Down on 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 Til I caught him in my car tryin to steal my Alpine Chased him up the street to call a truce The silly motherfucker pull out a deuce-deuce Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge One sucker dead, LA Times first page <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[Eazy-E]</i> Bored as hell and I wanna get ill So I went to a spot where my homeboys chill The fellows out there, makin that dollar I pulled up in my 6-4 Impala They greet me with a 40 and I start drinkin And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin 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 and knocked his whole ass out <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[Eazy-E]</i> I'm rollin hard now I'm under control Then wrapped the six-fo' 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 and I see the G ride Now Ket is drivin Kilo on the side As they busted a U, they got pulled over An undercover cop in a dark green Nova Ket got beaten for resistin arrest He socked the pig in the head for rippin his Guess Now G is cut for doin the crime For defence on the boy, he'll do some time <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[Eazy-E]</i> 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 straight cold cut a fork Distruption of a court, said the judge On a six year sentence my man didn't budge Bailer came over to turn him in Kilo G looked up and gave a grin He yelled out "FIRE!", then came Suzi The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi Police shot the bitch but didn't hurt her Both up state for attempted murder <i>[chorus]</i> |
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from Eazy-E - Eazy Duz It (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1988)
<i>[Dr. Dre]</i>
Hey yo, remember that shit Eazy did a while back Motherfuckers said it wasn't gonna work (word) That crazy shit, yeah the stupid shit Hey yo Eazy! (Yo!) Hey man why don't you come off the piano for a minute and bust this crazy shit <i>[Eazy-E]</i> Woke up quick at about noon Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon I gotta get drunk before the day begin Before my mother starts bitchin bout my friends About to go and damn near went blind Young niggaz at the pad throwin up gang signs Ran in the house and grabbed my clip With the Mac-10 on the side of my hip Bailed outside and pointed my weapon Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin Jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride I got front back and side to side Then I let the Alpine play Bumpin new shit by NWA It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this: Cruisin down the street in my six-fo' Jockin the bitches, slappin the hoes Went to the park to get the scoop Knuckleheads out there cold shootin 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 makin that GTA <i>[chorus]</i> Cuz the boyz n tha hood are always hard You come talkin that trash we'll pull your card Knowin nothin in life but to be legit Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't sayin shit <i>[Eazy-E]</i> Down on 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 Til I caught him in my car tryin to steal my Alpine Chased him up the street to call a truce The silly motherfucker pull out a deuce-deuce Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge One sucker dead, LA Times first page <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[Eazy-E]</i> Bored as hell and I wanna get ill So I went to a spot where my homeboys chill The fellows out there, makin that dollar I pulled up in my 6-4 Impala They greet me with a 40 and I start drinkin And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin 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 and knocked his whole ass out <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[Eazy-E]</i> I'm rollin hard now I'm under control Then wrapped the six-fo' 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 and I see the G ride Now Ket is drivin Kilo on the side As they busted a U, they got pulled over An undercover cop in a dark green Nova Ket got beaten for resistin arrest He socked the pig in the head for rippin his Guess Now G is cut for doin the crime For defence on the boy, he'll do some time <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[Eazy-E]</i> 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 straight cold cut a fork Distruption of a court, said the judge On a six year sentence my man didn't budge Bailer came over to turn him in Kilo G looked up and gave a grin He yelled out "FIRE!", then came Suzi The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi Police shot the bitch but didn't hurt her Both up state for attempted murder <i>[chorus]</i> |
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from Eazy-E - Eazy Duz Itclean (1989)
<i>[Dr. Dre]</i>
Hey yo, remember that shit Eazy did a while back Motherfuckers said it wasn't gonna work (word) That crazy shit, yeah the stupid shit Hey yo Eazy! (Yo!) Hey man why don't you come off the piano for a minute and bust this crazy shit <i>[Eazy-E]</i> Woke up quick at about noon Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon I gotta get drunk before the day begin Before my mother starts bitchin bout my friends About to go and damn near went blind Young niggaz at the pad throwin up gang signs Ran in the house and grabbed my clip With the Mac-10 on the side of my hip Bailed outside and pointed my weapon Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin Jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride I got front back and side to side Then I let the Alpine play Bumpin new shit by NWA It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this: Cruisin down the street in my six-fo' Jockin the bitches, slappin the hoes Went to the park to get the scoop Knuckleheads out there cold shootin 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 makin that GTA <i>[chorus]</i> Cuz the boyz n tha hood are always hard You come talkin that trash we'll pull your card Knowin nothin in life but to be legit Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't sayin shit <i>[Eazy-E]</i> Down on 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 Til I caught him in my car tryin to steal my Alpine Chased him up the street to call a truce The silly motherfucker pull out a deuce-deuce Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge One sucker dead, LA Times first page <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[Eazy-E]</i> Bored as hell and I wanna get ill So I went to a spot where my homeboys chill The fellows out there, makin that dollar I pulled up in my 6-4 Impala They greet me with a 40 and I start drinkin And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin 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 and knocked his whole ass out <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[Eazy-E]</i> I'm rollin hard now I'm under control Then wrapped the six-fo' 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 and I see the G ride Now Ket is drivin Kilo on the side As they busted a U, they got pulled over An undercover cop in a dark green Nova Ket got beaten for resistin arrest He socked the pig in the head for rippin his Guess Now G is cut for doin the crime For defence on the boy, he'll do some time <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[Eazy-E]</i> 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 straight cold cut a fork Distruption of a court, said the judge On a six year sentence my man didn't budge Bailer came over to turn him in Kilo G looked up and gave a grin He yelled out "FIRE!", then came Suzi The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi Police shot the bitch but didn't hurt her Both up state for attempted murder <i>[chorus]</i> |
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from N.W.A - N.W.A. & The Posse (1989)
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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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton (1988)
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)
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 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 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 N.W.A - Efil4zaggin (2003)
Don't drink that wine, coke would be better
it's easy to find If that won't do smoke a joint or two but don't drink that wine, woooaahhh that wine. |
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from N.W.A - N.W.A. & The Posse (1989)
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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from N.W.A - N.W.A And Their Family Tree (2008)
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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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton (1988)
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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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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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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from N.W.A - N.W.A. & The Posse (1989)
Oww DRINK IT UP BABY! (drink it up baby) GULP IT ON DOWN! (gulp it on down) COME ON SUCK IT UP BABY! (suck it up baby) SIP IT AND PASS IT AROUND! (pass it around) NOW I CAN START WITH CROWN ROYAL! (with Crown Royal) AND THEN I DRINK MAD DOG! (drink Mad Dog) IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT I'M DRINKIN! (doesn't matter) AS LONG AS IT'S ALCOHOL! (alcohol) NOW SOME OF YOU DRINK GIN! (you drink gin) AND SOME DRINK OLD CROW! (drink Old Crow) NOW WHEN THE BOTTLE GETS EMPTY! (bottle gets empty) I'M GOIN' TO THE LIQUOR STOOORE! (liquor store) DRINK IT UP BABY! (drink it up baby) GULP IT ON DOWN! (gulp it on down) NOW SUCK IT UP BABY! (suck it up baby) SIP IT AND PASS IT AROUND! (pass it around) (various screaming and yelling) DRINK IT UP BABY! (drink it up baby) TILL YOU FALL OUT! (till you fall out) COME ON, BUST SOME WINE BABY! (bust some wine) LET ME POUR IT IN YOUR MOUTH! (in your mouth) NOW ALL YOU KOOL-AID DRINKERS! (Kool-Aid drinkers) WHO DON'T LIKE TO GET DRUUUUNK! (like to get drunk) NEXT TIME I COME TO YOUR PARTY (come to your party) I'M GONNA SPIKE YOUR PUUUNCH! (spike yo punch) I ALWAYS GET PULLED OVER (get pulled over) AND HAVE TO WALK A STRAIGHT LINE (a straight line) I ALWAYS GET THE TICKETS! (get the tickets) BUT THE WINE STAYS MINE! (wine stays mine) DRINK IT UP BABY! (drink it up baby) GULP IT ON DOWN! (gulp it on down) COME ON, COME ON, SUCK IT UP BABY! (suck it up baby) SIP IT AND PASS IT AROUND! (pass it around) NOW THE BOYS IN THE HOOD! (boys in the hood) SOMETIMES GET HIGH! (sometimes get high) BUT I JUST DRINK 8-BALLLLLLS! (just drink 8-ball) BECAUSE IT'S CHEAPER TO BUY! (cheaper to buy) SO IT'S TIME TO GO HOME! (time to go home) BEFORE THE POLICE COME! (the police come) CAUSE IF I GO TO JAIL, Y'ALL! (go to jail) I CAN'T DRINK NO MORE RUM! (drink no more rum) DRINK IT UP BABY! (drink it up baby) GULP IT ON DOWN! (gulp it on down) COME ON, COME ON, SUCK IT UP BABY! (suck it up baby) SIP IT AND PASS IT AROUND! (pass it around) awwwwww..... awwwwww..... Awwwwww..... Awwwwww..... Wait a minute man, winos can't sing! Yall, oughta cut that out! Since we're talkin bout drinkin, here's a suggestion People listen up, here's a question Do you drink Crown Roooo-yal! (YEAH!) What about Maaad Doooogg! (NOOOOOOW) What about Jack Daaaniels! (YEAH!) Gin and (Sooockllllle?) (YEAH!) What about some Night Train? (YEAH!) Compton's fiiiinest! (REEEEEUHHH!) But if you're not a hard drinker.....(you must be a ruler) I wanna hear you scream (all the folks who drink coolers) [various screaming and acting a fool] (Ayiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyi!) (WATAPATATA-WABAAAAHHH!) (Arrrrrrrribaaaaaa!) (A cheese dog! I did it in about 87 seconds!) (I ate your mama's burrito, man |
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from Eazy-E - Eazy Duz It (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1988)
(Alright Go)
This comes from the E Chapter 8 verse 10 and it reads Its time to put some niggaz in check When you shoot a gun,hot shells eject Catch'em they get used as evidence Only when they get brushed for finger prints You ask Why am I like this? 'cause you wanna hear about shit like this So I tell it,how I know it,Just hope the fuck I dont show it Niggaz out frontn ,lottering and looting. Lets recreate a drive by shooting More brothers in a car blocks away Waiting to spray, shotgun,Mack10 and an AK They roll thru to a line of nigga's It was 9 just like tha fuck they figured Go around tha corner come back real slow Lights off,cars in neutral,rolln at a snails pace and creepn Hoping to catch all of them sleepn,a so called gang,drugs and sex (NWA) Start busting a cap and all tha others jet,3 of'em fall to their doom Pronounced dead at the scence,with gun shot wounds 3 dead 'cause Compton is scanless. I'd like to tell ya brother, Ashes to Ashes,Dust to Dust (Amen) daaaaaaaaa,daaaaaaa,daaaaaaa (You will now witness tha sound of ??)(We will now pass around tha hat) (thats good enough)No it aint,you fucked up, you fucked up (its cool) no it aint |
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from Eazy-E - Eazy-Duz-It W/5150 Ep (2002)
(Alright Go)
This comes from the E Chapter 8 verse 10 and it reads Its time to put some niggaz in check When you shoot a gun,hot shells eject Catch'em they get used as evidence Only when they get brushed for finger prints You ask Why am I like this? 'cause you wanna hear about shit like this So I tell it,how I know it,Just hope the fuck I dont show it Niggaz out frontn ,lottering and looting. Lets recreate a drive by shooting More brothers in a car blocks away Waiting to spray, shotgun,Mack10 and an AK They roll thru to a line of nigga's It was 9 just like tha fuck they figured Go around tha corner come back real slow Lights off,cars in neutral,rolln at a snails pace and creepn Hoping to catch all of them sleepn,a so called gang,drugs and sex (NWA) Start busting a cap and all tha others jet,3 of'em fall to their doom Pronounced dead at the scence,with gun shot wounds 3 dead 'cause Compton is scanless. I'd like to tell ya brother, Ashes to Ashes,Dust to Dust (Amen) daaaaaaaaa,daaaaaaa,daaaaaaa (You will now witness tha sound of ??)(We will now pass around tha hat) (thats good enough)No it aint,you fucked up, you fucked up (its cool) no it aint |
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from Eazy-E - Eazy-Duz-It W/5150 Ep [Edited Version] (2002)
(Alright Go)
This comes from the E Chapter 8 verse 10 and it reads Its time to put some niggaz in check When you shoot a gun,hot shells eject Catch'em they get used as evidence Only when they get brushed for finger prints You ask Why am I like this? 'cause you wanna hear about shit like this So I tell it,how I know it,Just hope the fuck I dont show it Niggaz out frontn ,lottering and looting. Lets recreate a drive by shooting More brothers in a car blocks away Waiting to spray, shotgun,Mack10 and an AK They roll thru to a line of nigga's It was 9 just like tha fuck they figured Go around tha corner come back real slow Lights off,cars in neutral,rolln at a snails pace and creepn Hoping to catch all of them sleepn,a so called gang,drugs and sex (NWA) Start busting a cap and all tha others jet,3 of'em fall to their doom Pronounced dead at the scence,with gun shot wounds 3 dead 'cause Compton is scanless. I'd like to tell ya brother, Ashes to Ashes,Dust to Dust (Amen) daaaaaaaaa,daaaaaaa,daaaaaaa (You will now witness tha sound of ??)(We will now pass around tha hat) (thats good enough)No it aint,you fucked up, you fucked up (its cool) no it aint |
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from Eazy-E - Eazy-Duz-It W/5150 Ep (2002)
Well I'm Eazy-E, I got bitches galore
You may have a lot of bitches but I got much more Wit my super duper group coming out to shoot Eazy-E, muthafukas cold knocking the boots 'Cause I'm a hip-hop thugster, I used to be a mugster If you heard Compton, you think I own a drugstore Getting stupid because I know how And if a sucker talks shit, I give him a (POW) 8 ball sipping, the bitches are flipping Slow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping Hitting my switches, collect from my bitches The money that I make so I can add to my riches Fill my stash box and start rubbing my gat Feeling good as hell because my pockets are fat A hardcore villian cold roaming the streets And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats (Chorus) Because I'm a gansta having fun Never leave the pad without packing a gun Hitting hard as fuk, I make you ask what was it Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it I was knocking muthafukas out What's your name boy Funky, fresh Eazy-E Kick, kick that shit Where you from fool, Compton, yea Rolling through the hood, cold tearing shit up Stick my head out the window and I say what's up To the niggaz on the corner cold bumping the box But you know that's an alibi for slanging the rocks A dice game started so I said what the fuk So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck Hard to roll wit my bitch jocking 24-7 Rolled them muthafukas, ate 'em up, hit 11 Got another point, I made a ten a fo' Was taking niggaz money and was itching for mo' Laughing in their faces and said you're all making me rich Then one punk got jealous, cold slap my bitch He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last So I said to myself, homeboy, you better think fast He shot (gunshots), I shot (gunshots) As you can see, I cold broke his ass (ha ha) Chorus (Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it) Muthafuking Eazy duz it But how does he do it Eazy duz it do it eazy That's what I'm doing STOP Man whatcha gonna do now Now I'm a break it down just to tell a little story Straight out the box from the gangsta category About a sucker, a sucker muthafuka He's addicted, he's a smoker but in Compton called a clucker he used to have a house car and golden rings But the cooky cooky crack took all those things he must of been starving 'cause he broke in my house Caught the nigga on the street and straight took his ass out Now I wanted for a murder that I had to commit Yea I went to jail but that wasn't shit Got to the station about a quarter of nine Call my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine The bitch was a trip cold hung up the phone Now my only phone call was in the ganking zone All the things I did for her like keeping her rich I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch Well by now you should know it was just my luck The baliff of the station was a neighborhood cluck I looked him straight in the eye and said what's up And said let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up Now back on the streets and my records are clean I creeped on my bitch wit my uzi machine Went to the house and kicked down the do' Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the ho Chorus From around the way, born in '73 Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E It's '88 now, '73's obselete A nigga wit a serious ass attitude and 100% street And if you all wanna hear some more In one way or the other, I'm a bad brother Word to the muthafuka |
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from Eazy-E - Eazy Duz It (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1988)
Well I'm Eazy-E, I got bitches galore You may have a lot of bitches but I got much more Wit my super duper group coming out to shoot Eazy-E, muthafukas cold knocking the boots 'Cause I'm a hip-hop thugster, I used to be a mugster If you heard Compton, you think I own a drugstore Getting stupid because I know how And if a sucker talks shit, I give him a (POW) 8 ball sipping, the bitches are flipping Slow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping Hitting my switches, collect from my bitches The money that I make so I can add to my riches Fill my stash box and start rubbing my gat Feeling good as hell because my pockets are fat A hardcore villian cold roaming the streets And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats (Chorus) Because I'm a gansta having fun Never leave the pad without packing a gun Hitting hard as fuk, I make you ask what was it Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it I was knocking muthafukas out What's your name boy Funky, fresh Eazy-E Kick, kick that shit Where you from fool, Compton, yea Rolling through the hood, cold tearing shit up Stick my head out the window and I say what's up To the niggaz on the corner cold bumping the box But you know that's an alibi for slanging the rocks A dice game started so I said what the fuk So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck Hard to roll wit my bitch jocking 24-7 Rolled them muthafukas, ate 'em up, hit 11 Got another point, I made a ten a fo' Was taking niggaz money and was itching for mo' Laughing in their faces and said you're all making me rich Then one punk got jealous, cold slap my bitch He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last So I said to myself, homeboy, you better think fast He shot (gunshots), I shot (gunshots) As you can see, I cold broke his ass (ha ha) Chorus (Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it) Muthafuking Eazy duz it But how does he do it Eazy duz it do it eazy That's what I'm doing STOP Man whatcha gonna do now Now I'm a break it down just to tell a little story Straight out the box from the gangsta category About a sucker, a sucker muthafuka He's addicted, he's a smoker but in Compton called a clucker he used to have a house car and golden rings But the cooky cooky crack took all those things he must of been starving 'cause he broke in my house Caught the nigga on the street and straight took his ass out Now I wanted for a murder that I had to commit Yea I went to jail but that wasn't shit Got to the station about a quarter of nine Call my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine The bitch was a trip cold hung up the phone Now my only phone call was in the ganking zone All the things I did for her like keeping her rich I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch Well by now you should know it was just my luck The baliff of the station was a neighborhood cluck I looked him straight in the eye and said what's up And said let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up Now back on the streets and my records are clean I creeped on my bitch wit my uzi machine Went to the house and kicked down the do' Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the ho Chorus From around the way, born in '73 Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E It's '88 now, '73's obselete A nigga wit a serious ass attitude and 100% street And if you all wanna hear some more In one way or the other, I'm a bad brother Word to the muthafuka |
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from Eazy-E - Eazy Duz It (1999) | |||||
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from Eazy-E - Eazy-Duz-It W/5150 Ep [Edited Version] (2002)
Well I'm Eazy-E, I got bitches galore
You may have a lot of bitches but I got much more Wit my super duper group coming out to shoot Eazy-E, muthafukas cold knocking the boots 'Cause I'm a hip-hop thugster, I used to be a mugster If you heard Compton, you think I own a drugstore Getting stupid because I know how And if a sucker talks shit, I give him a (POW) 8 ball sipping, the bitches are flipping Slow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping Hitting my switches, collect from my bitches The money that I make so I can add to my riches Fill my stash box and start rubbing my gat Feeling good as hell because my pockets are fat A hardcore villian cold roaming the streets And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats (Chorus) Because I'm a gansta having fun Never leave the pad without packing a gun Hitting hard as fuk, I make you ask what was it Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it I was knocking muthafukas out What's your name boy Funky, fresh Eazy-E Kick, kick that shit Where you from fool, Compton, yea Rolling through the hood, cold tearing shit up Stick my head out the window and I say what's up To the niggaz on the corner cold bumping the box But you know that's an alibi for slanging the rocks A dice game started so I said what the fuk So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck Hard to roll wit my bitch jocking 24-7 Rolled them muthafukas, ate 'em up, hit 11 Got another point, I made a ten a fo' Was taking niggaz money and was itching for mo' Laughing in their faces and said you're all making me rich Then one punk got jealous, cold slap my bitch He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last So I said to myself, homeboy, you better think fast He shot (gunshots), I shot (gunshots) As you can see, I cold broke his ass (ha ha) Chorus (Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it) Muthafuking Eazy duz it But how does he do it Eazy duz it do it eazy That's what I'm doing STOP Man whatcha gonna do now Now I'm a break it down just to tell a little story Straight out the box from the gangsta category About a sucker, a sucker muthafuka He's addicted, he's a smoker but in Compton called a clucker he used to have a house car and golden rings But the cooky cooky crack took all those things he must of been starving 'cause he broke in my house Caught the nigga on the street and straight took his ass out Now I wanted for a murder that I had to commit Yea I went to jail but that wasn't shit Got to the station about a quarter of nine Call my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine The bitch was a trip cold hung up the phone Now my only phone call was in the ganking zone All the things I did for her like keeping her rich I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch Well by now you should know it was just my luck The baliff of the station was a neighborhood cluck I looked him straight in the eye and said what's up And said let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up Now back on the streets and my records are clean I creeped on my bitch wit my uzi machine Went to the house and kicked down the do' Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the ho Chorus From around the way, born in '73 Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E It's '88 now, '73's obselete A nigga wit a serious ass attitude and 100% street And if you all wanna hear some more In one way or the other, I'm a bad brother Word to the muthafuka |
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from Eazy-E - Eazy Duz It (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1988)
Yo man I don't think they heard you
Why don't you tell 'em what ya name is My name is eazy yeah this is true Keepin' your attention is what I'm gonna do Hardcore yo I could never be soft Askin' me my defin' they say the boy goes off Fillin' up my memo with the touch of my rhyme Suckaz stayin' with me cause they know the time Quiet on the set because I'm about to begin And if you didn't hear me boy I'll tell you again My name is eazy or just call me e But it doesn't really matter to me 'Cause I'm the same person Whether serious or rehearsin' I just gotta keep cursin' This is for the radio so I better chill They won't play it if I could get ill But I'm like that and that's an actually fact Because the street is where my heart is at Yo I don't do dope but I'm dope not a dope But I'm doper than anybody who trys to cope If the rhyme I'm dispayin' And the beat that's playin' Yo you could try all day And you still won't match up with the ruthless p.o.w. 'Cause eazy's doin it compton style That's the city and you say you could get some Yo it's eazy-er said than dunn. [Chorus:] Wooooooo! Wooooooo! Now it's easy for me to get my point across So listen up close if ya don't ya might get lost I'm not a role model or a Dr. Seuss yo I'm a gangsta And I'm about to get stupid I guess its time for the trama With the E-a-z-why-e comma now that's drama So pay attention by the way I must mention I'm comin' off hard in the third demention With the glare But you don't need no glasses to stare It'll probably take you in and it's just like your there With the e on the gangsta tip So if you think I'm a flip or slip don't even trip 'Cause I'm a destroyer My homie Dre is a doctor not a lawyer Dope MC employer on ruthless and that's my label To get the money, the women, and co bust the fat cable's Boy, master rhymers of toys I mean straight while ya suckin' with the girls enjoy You must be sick or ya lonely How ya gonna diss me if ya don't even know me Get the gat show 'em where it's at And that's just the sound And next time I'm peelin ya cap To let ya know where I'm comin' from Eazy said it and it shall be dunn [Chorus:] Radio jams are the part of the cycle Eazy-er said than dunn yeah that's the title Rubbin' the lady's only the fly ones ya know (M.C. ren: but would if she's lucky) Eazy come eazy go Don't ask to battle me home boy what's that You want to battle me boy ya better be strapped 'Cause where I'm from it ain't all about that playin' [*gun shots*] Now that's what I'm sayin' Sevy thought that I was born in '73 Now everybody want's to know the a-g-e Girls on the tip fellaz too it seemed Had everybody thinkin' I was only fifteen The fellaz would annoy me The ladyz would adore me And what was I to do I wishin' nothin' lady's do 'Cause the ladyz I luv 'em Nice and then soft I hate male groupies so just step the hell off I'm the real eazy cause others be fakin' Tryin' to game fame off the name I'm makin' Sayin' on your records you could get some Yo home boy its eazy-er said than dunn. [Chorus:] |
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from Eazy-E - Eazy Duz Itclean (1989)
Yo man I don't think they heard you
Why don't you tell 'em what ya name is My name is eazy yeah this is true Keepin' your attention is what I'm gonna do Hardcore yo I could never be soft Askin' me my defin' they say the boy goes off Fillin' up my memo with the touch of my rhyme Suckaz stayin' with me cause they know the time Quiet on the set because I'm about to begin And if you didn't hear me boy I'll tell you again My name is eazy or just call me e But it doesn't really matter to me 'Cause I'm the same person Whether serious or rehearsin' I just gotta keep cursin' This is for the radio so I better chill They won't play it if I could get ill But I'm like that and that's an actually fact Because the street is where my heart is at Yo I don't do dope but I'm dope not a dope But I'm doper than anybody who trys to cope If the rhyme I'm dispayin' And the beat that's playin' Yo you could try all day And you still won't match up with the ruthless p.o.w. 'Cause eazy's doin it compton style That's the city and you say you could get some Yo it's eazy-er said than dunn. [Chorus:] Wooooooo! Wooooooo! Now it's easy for me to get my point across So listen up close if ya don't ya might get lost I'm not a role model or a Dr. Seuss yo I'm a gangsta And I'm about to get stupid I guess its time for the trama With the E-a-z-why-e comma now that's drama So pay attention by the way I must mention I'm comin' off hard in the third demention With the glare But you don't need no glasses to stare It'll probably take you in and it's just like your there With the e on the gangsta tip So if you think I'm a flip or slip don't even trip 'Cause I'm a destroyer My homie Dre is a doctor not a lawyer Dope MC employer on ruthless and that's my label To get the money, the women, and co bust the fat cable's Boy, master rhymers of toys I mean straight while ya suckin' with the girls enjoy You must be sick or ya lonely How ya gonna diss me if ya don't even know me Get the gat show 'em where it's at And that's just the sound And next time I'm peelin ya cap To let ya know where I'm comin' from Eazy said it and it shall be dunn [Chorus:] Radio jams are the part of the cycle Eazy-er said than dunn yeah that's the title Rubbin' the lady's only the fly ones ya know (M.C. ren: but would if she's lucky) Eazy come eazy go Don't ask to battle me home boy what's that You want to battle me boy ya better be strapped 'Cause where I'm from it ain't all about that playin' [*gun shots*] Now that's what I'm sayin' Sevy thought that I was born in '73 Now everybody want's to know the a-g-e Girls on the tip fellaz too it seemed Had everybody thinkin' I was only fifteen The fellaz would annoy me The ladyz would adore me And what was I to do I wishin' nothin' lady's do 'Cause the ladyz I luv 'em Nice and then soft I hate male groupies so just step the hell off I'm the real eazy cause others be fakin' Tryin' to game fame off the name I'm makin' Sayin' on your records you could get some Yo home boy its eazy-er said than dunn. [Chorus:] |
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from Eazy-E - Eazy-Duz-It W/5150 Ep (2002)
Yo man I don't think they heard you
Why don't you tell 'em what ya name is My name is eazy yeah this is true Keepin' your attention is what I'm gonna do Hardcore yo I could never be soft Askin' me my defin' they say the boy goes off Fillin' up my memo with the touch of my rhyme Suckaz stayin' with me cause they know the time Quiet on the set because I'm about to begin And if you didn't hear me boy I'll tell you again My name is eazy or just call me e But it doesn't really matter to me 'Cause I'm the same person Whether serious or rehearsin' I just gotta keep cursin' This is for the radio so I better chill They won't play it if I could get ill But I'm like that and that's an actually fact Because the street is where my heart is at Yo I don't do dope but I'm dope not a dope But I'm doper than anybody who trys to cope If the rhyme I'm dispayin' And the beat that's playin' Yo you could try all day And you still won't match up with the ruthless p.o.w. 'Cause eazy's doin it compton style That's the city and you say you could get some Yo it's eazy-er said than dunn. [Chorus:] Wooooooo! Wooooooo! Now it's easy for me to get my point across So listen up close if ya don't ya might get lost I'm not a role model or a Dr. Seuss yo I'm a gangsta And I'm about to get stupid I guess its time for the trama With the E-a-z-why-e comma now that's drama So pay attention by the way I must mention I'm comin' off hard in the third demention With the glare But you don't need no glasses to stare It'll probably take you in and it's just like your there With the e on the gangsta tip So if you think I'm a flip or slip don't even trip 'Cause I'm a destroyer My homie Dre is a doctor not a lawyer Dope MC employer on ruthless and that's my label To get the money, the women, and co bust the fat cable's Boy, master rhymers of toys I mean straight while ya suckin' with the girls enjoy You must be sick or ya lonely How ya gonna diss me if ya don't even know me Get the gat show 'em where it's at And that's just the sound And next time I'm peelin ya cap To let ya know where I'm comin' from Eazy said it and it shall be dunn [Chorus:] Radio jams are the part of the cycle Eazy-er said than dunn yeah that's the title Rubbin' the lady's only the fly ones ya know (M.C. ren: but would if she's lucky) Eazy come eazy go Don't ask to battle me home boy what's that You want to battle me boy ya better be strapped 'Cause where I'm from it ain't all about that playin' [*gun shots*] Now that's what I'm sayin' Sevy thought that I was born in '73 Now everybody want's to know the a-g-e Girls on the tip fellaz too it seemed Had everybody thinkin' I was only fifteen The fellaz would annoy me The ladyz would adore me And what was I to do I wishin' nothin' lady's do 'Cause the ladyz I luv 'em Nice and then soft I hate male groupies so just step the hell off I'm the real eazy cause others be fakin' Tryin' to game fame off the name I'm makin' Sayin' on your records you could get some Yo home boy its eazy-er said than dunn. [Chorus:] |
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from Eazy-E - Eazy-Duz-It W/5150 Ep [Edited Version] (2002)
Yo man I don't think they heard you
Why don't you tell 'em what ya name is My name is eazy yeah this is true Keepin' your attention is what I'm gonna do Hardcore yo I could never be soft Askin' me my defin' they say the boy goes off Fillin' up my memo with the touch of my rhyme Suckaz stayin' with me cause they know the time Quiet on the set because I'm about to begin And if you didn't hear me boy I'll tell you again My name is eazy or just call me e But it doesn't really matter to me 'Cause I'm the same person Whether serious or rehearsin' I just gotta keep cursin' This is for the radio so I better chill They won't play it if I could get ill But I'm like that and that's an actually fact Because the street is where my heart is at Yo I don't do dope but I'm dope not a dope But I'm doper than anybody who trys to cope If the rhyme I'm dispayin' And the beat that's playin' Yo you could try all day And you still won't match up with the ruthless p.o.w. 'Cause eazy's doin it compton style That's the city and you say you could get some Yo it's eazy-er said than dunn. [Chorus:] Wooooooo! Wooooooo! Now it's easy for me to get my point across So listen up close if ya don't ya might get lost I'm not a role model or a Dr. Seuss yo I'm a gangsta And I'm about to get stupid I guess its time for the trama With the E-a-z-why-e comma now that's drama So pay attention by the way I must mention I'm comin' off hard in the third demention With the glare But you don't need no glasses to stare It'll probably take you in and it's just like your there With the e on the gangsta tip So if you think I'm a flip or slip don't even trip 'Cause I'm a destroyer My homie Dre is a doctor not a lawyer Dope MC employer on ruthless and that's my label To get the money, the women, and co bust the fat cable's Boy, master rhymers of toys I mean straight while ya suckin' with the girls enjoy You must be sick or ya lonely How ya gonna diss me if ya don't even know me Get the gat show 'em where it's at And that's just the sound And next time I'm peelin ya cap To let ya know where I'm comin' from Eazy said it and it shall be dunn [Chorus:] Radio jams are the part of the cycle Eazy-er said than dunn yeah that's the title Rubbin' the lady's only the fly ones ya know (M.C. ren: but would if she's lucky) Eazy come eazy go Don't ask to battle me home boy what's that You want to battle me boy ya better be strapped 'Cause where I'm from it ain't all about that playin' [*gun shots*] Now that's what I'm sayin' Sevy thought that I was born in '73 Now everybody want's to know the a-g-e Girls on the tip fellaz too it seemed Had everybody thinkin' I was only fifteen The fellaz would annoy me The ladyz would adore me And what was I to do I wishin' nothin' lady's do 'Cause the ladyz I luv 'em Nice and then soft I hate male groupies so just step the hell off I'm the real eazy cause others be fakin' Tryin' to game fame off the name I'm makin' Sayin' on your records you could get some Yo home boy its eazy-er said than dunn. [Chorus:] |
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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 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 N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton (1988)
[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 (1988)
[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)
[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)
[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 - N.W.A And Their Family Tree (2008)
[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 - 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 N.W.A - N.W.A. & The Posse (1989)
[Fat girl!] [You're a fat girl] [Fat...fat...fat fat fat fat girl] (repeat 2X) (It's funky fresh Eazy E) new kid on tha block And already got a fat girl on my jock Now my story's kinda simple so please take it simple As I tell you a tale bout this big fat pimple I was chillin on the ave drinkin some booze Saw a fatty comin my way so what was I to do? I busted a U went tha other way again but forgot that tha Avenue was a dead end I turned around, here she came, stride for stride funky fat like that, bout two thirty-five Stampede was rushin, I double looked and she had more chins than a chinese phonebook Five four three ugly as can be, she said [Ron-de-vu] Hello Eazy E. Do you remember me? (I said no) Huhu yes you do suga My name is Bertha but you can call me booga Remember the time when you were drunk at a party We was slow dancin, give ya all this body [Eazy-E] When she said that she loved me, I was in shock Oh my God got a fat girl on my jock [CHORUS:] [I got a fat girl on my jock] [Fat girl] [Got a fat girl on my jock] She gave me tha grin, I showed tha frown and with a bare hug picked me off tha ground Squeezion me tight, atttempted to bug me Grabbed me by tha rear, said [Love me, hug me!] I was hell, victim of a scandal coz this girl's too much for E to handle Broke tha bee's grip, started to run Back to tha crib, grabbed tha elephant gun She's grubbin, thighs rubbin in a hot pursuit I loaded up tha gun bout ready to shoot She kept on comin because of addiction Legs on fire because of friction My gun broke, now I was doomed Dropped tha double barrel, grabbed tha harpoon As I swung, tha fat girl fell Lyin on tha ave just like a beach whale That's tha story, it's quite ill and all fat girls y'all besta chill All overweight freaks stay off my block Cause it's eerie to have a fat girl on your jock [CHORUS |
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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 Muthaphukkin Compton (1999)
'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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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 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 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 N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton (1988)
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)
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 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 - 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 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 N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton (1988)
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)
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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