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Only if you want it Yes I really want it Can I get an eye open up Eazy locin' up Smokin' up Much dust like a nut what Give it up for the real stuff Shut the what up Back the shut up what Hustler from the hood hoe Hopin' and mud rub The finishin' touches Would sure went rubbers Comin' in bunches Could serve like lunches Hold ya horses here's where the source is Not very tall but never took a short kid With a clip to claw Wouldn't draw McGraw I trick a law before all and all I'm raw A naughty shorty, sporty with a forty A laddy takin' tours, just to plan an orgy A nasty critter, any hoe hitter Hated my babysitter cause she wouldn't let me hit her Now get up on it, on and on get on it And I will pump it, only if you want it. [Chorus] Here's something from the ding dong cause I really care how long ya been strong grown Here comes the switch dome chrome Couldn't hang with the king Out the rudder but I call for a yes y'all toots My style is just as fresh as a dusch bush I face ya fact throw a heck just like woody wooder And if I left that means I should of booger Here's a new track, for all the new jacks I'm kickin' it the hardest so gimmie my shoes back So I live when I step it's the pimp And I rep so make a right and get left quick So try to play strong and long gone The flow is kinda funky but far from Armstrong Get up on it, on and on get on it And I will pump it, only if you want it. [Chorus] Ooooooh a new jack! a new jack! Kid I swear I saw a puddy cat Back back smack, here comes a witty black Endin' in a skull high I'm bout to show why Eazy's fillin' caps cause my gat's in the low ride Bang when the gat sneaks, two in the back seat My homie rides shotgun waitin' to spot one Duh is a fool who don't ride to slide to a ride I'm shudder shakin' the place when I start hey So don't butter, Eazy-E but a park hey The only thing to flow these now to be fly is a feather I see the smilin' faces of while they sick Ya know me better, hard Rodney kid Gettin' Cali kid, now ya know it boy Left up in the alley dead Now get up on it, on and on get on it And I will pump it, only if you want it. [Chorus] |
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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 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 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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[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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Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes When I'm called off, I got a sawed off Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off You too, boy, if ya fuck with me The police are gonna hafta come an |
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Yo Dre man, I take this bitch out to the movies and shit man we're kissin'
and grindin' and shit, so we hop in the back seat, you know man, this bitch rubbin' all over my dick and frontin' like she's gonna give me the pussy, man, and the bitch said three words, man: Stop, No and Don't I said BIIIITTTTTCCHH <i>[Verse 1:]</i> You don't have to front on me dear, So why don't you just give that pussy here? If you'd be good to me, Oh I'll be good to you, and we'll both ride home in my automobile. All that I want is a little puss All that I want is just a little head If you'd be good to me Ohh I'll be good to you and we'll both ride home in my automible <i>[Verse 2:]</i> You don't have to front on me bitch, Don't be afraid - it's only a dick Give up the pussy soon, All I want is a little, or get your groopy ass out my hotel room or get your groopy ass out my hotel room All I want is the pussy All I want is the pussy All I want is the pussy All I want is the pussy If you'd be good to me, oh I'll be good to you, and we'll both ride home in my automobile we'll both ride home in my automobile |
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from Eazy-E - Featuring...Eazy E (2007)
(Verse 1)
Aw shit, let's take a trip Just sit back and light a spliff to this and don't step On a funky-ass track jump back Strapped with a gat and a sack and a 7-8 flak Come clean, gangsta lean, I got green But I serve dubs like it ain't no thing I hang with OG niggas don't set trip Or you might get a slug in your fuckin back I don't slack when it come to street I kick real g shit to a gangsta beat It's so sweet, when you got money to spend I got a cool-ass tilt and a fly-ass Benz I make ends, spend my dough on no ho That's how it is, nad that's how it goes Act like ya know when I creep real slow Givin love to them niggas that I know is real g's (Chorus) If you got love for them gangstas Let me hear you one time if you down for the crime (that's right fool) If you got love for them hustlas Let me hear you say hooo if you makin straight dough (hooooo!) If you got love for them playas let me hear you say ooooh, ladies we want you (ooooooh!) If you got love for them straight g's Let me hear you motherfuckers just scream (heeeeeeey!) (Sample from Eazy-E's "Niggaz My Height Don't Fight") The Ruthless network, drive-by expert Straight outta Compton, kickin up dust The Ruthless network, drive-by expert Straight outta Compton... (Verse 2) Dump dump on a nigga with a quickness And they got no cure for this sickness I get paid for the way that I kick this Like a g-ster, an OG-ster (who's that?) A real nigga named Eazy And I live my life straight crazy Don't need no punk niggas payin me And broke groupie-ass bitches don't faze me I take two step back and release myself To put platinum-ass cuts on the record shelf I don't brag, but I tell it like it straight-up is Before you do a record, nigga, handle your business And don't get caught slippin on the under Or you might wonder (what's up with them ends, nigga?) I call a spade a spade and get paid G's show the way, so I give love to 'em (Chorus) If you got love for them gangstas Let me hear you one time if you down for the crime (that's right fool) If you got love for them hustlas Let me hear you say hooo if you makin straight dough (hooooo!) If you got love for them playas let me hear you say ooooh, ladies we want you (ooooooh!) If you got love for them straight g's Let me hear you motherfuckers just scream (heeeeeeey!) (Verse 3) E-A-Z-Y, must I chase the cat and be a dog, a straight-up hog I leapfrog to the sound of a gangsta beat So I can hear my shit bumpin on a Compton street That OG, C-R-I-P and S, G and S Hip-Hop thugsta, so quick to rush ya Straight to the dirt, fool I do work Nobody move, nobody get hurt That's how it is when it come to me Cause I'm the long dick bust-a-nut nigga named Eazy Bitches can't see me, hos say I'm crazy But I don't think so, cause I'm just loco I gives a fuck about a skanless bitch let me hit it one time if you suck this dick I don't trip, gives my dough to no ho That's how it is, but I gives love to ya (Chorus) If you got love for them gangstas Let me hear you one time if you down for the crime (that's right fool) If you got love for them hustlas Let me hear you say hooo if you makin straight dough (hooooo!) If you got love for them playas let me hear you say ooooh, ladies we want you (ooooooh!) If you got love for them straight g's Let me hear you motherfuckers just scream (heeeeeeey!) (x2) |
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from Eazy-E - Featuring...Eazy E (2007)
MC-Ren : "Yo Dre, how much time we got left on ths tape?" Dre : "About a couple of minutes." MC-Ren : "Well let me bust a freestyle then." Dre : "Awright, go ahead." [MC-Ren] Ruthless gangsta, definition villain, Leave your shit unlocked and he's stealin', So call tha police cause that's all you could do but, He'll get away without leavin' a clue. Dre : "Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut this shit. Eh yo Yella boy why don't you rewind it.Hey man you gotta get more hyped up tonight!" MC-Ren : "Damn, why don't you pump this shit up so it could fuck up my eardrums a little bit!" Dre : "Allright bet." [MC-Ren] Ruthless gangsta, definition villain, Leave your shit unlocked and he's stealin', So call tha police cause that's all you could do but, He'll get away without leavin' a clue. Keepin' shit in control like the neighboorhood chief but, Referred to as a walking thief, They say he's a bad influence for the kids on the block, Why the fuck they blamin' him, He's the one that they jock. Keepin' niggaz in line, Whoever fucks with his rhyme, And before you fuck with him, You gotta fuck with his nine. Not scared to pull the trigger on a punk ass nigga, (A nigga)He could whoop his ass cause he's bigger. Size don't mean shit, He's from the old school fool, He's a villain from the streets, And he's supposed to rule, Not sayin' he's in shit, But he's down for mine, He was put on the streets to keep niggaz in line. Never givin' a fuck, [huh?] Because I know that he's a nigga that you want to be. He can't help it he's in shit, But he don't hold shit back, He's a gangsta in black, And he's about to attack. [Eazy-E] Cause I'm a ruthless villain, Cold tearin' shit up, Don't come on my face, Pumpin' no kind of junk, Eazy-E's in control, And if you press your luck, I'll smoke you like that, And won't give a fuck. "Nickname Eazy-E...Ol' 8-Ball junkie!" [MC-Ren] Ruthless gangsta, definition villain, You can lock up yo' shit, He's Still Stealin', Gettin' respect, Cause the boy kicks butt, But the real meaning is, He don't give a fuck, It's Eazy-E in the crowd, But he's not in the 4, I tell his money flow, As he collects from his ho', All expenses paid, For the rhymes that he made, Got the trophys in the house, For the girls that he laid. Not a wimp he's a pimp, Now of course he's the boss, So keep your bitch out his face, Or else she's gonna get tossed. The hard to be fucked with, The boy got heart, Wanna fuck with him, He'll Rip your head apart. Gangsta Gangsta, That's what they yellin' But him with his gangsta stroll, He keeps bailin'. Wherever he goes, There's no discussion but silence. They say that he's the one, Promotin' gang violence, That's a lie just a critic, All that whack bullshit, So let me tell you motherfuckers, Who you fuckin' with, [Eazy-E] Cause I'm a ruthless villain, Cold tearin' shit up, Don't come on my face, Pumpin' no kind of junk, Eazy-E's in control, And if you press your luck, I'll smoke you like that, And won't give a fuck. Eazy-E : "Yo Ren?" MC-Ren : "What's up?" Eazy-E : "Let's get the fuck outta here!" |
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from 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 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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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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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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[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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[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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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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Don't drink that wine, coke would be better
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from N.W.A - Efil4zaggin (2003)
Homeboy : godamn now lick my balls oh shit.
Bitch : You like that? Homeboy : Put 'em off Bitch : It's good? Homeboy : Ouch shit godamn bitch you bit' my damn shit I said suck the mothafucka you're bitin' it shit! Narrator : Has this ever happend to you? Does her teeth get in the way while she's sucking your dick? Does she know how to suck a dick? Well I had that same problem until my bitch went out and buy NWA's new book entitled "The art of sucking dick". Bitch : Lesson 1 - First you grab the dick, next you gently lick it up and down, then insert it into the mouth. Take it slow, don't rush it, and before you know it .. SPLASH! Eazy E : It goes one for the treble, two for the bass, She got nut all over her face Kick kick it ... Slow is the tempo, and Ren is gonna flow As I produce and illustrate you to a ho' Cought on the late night, Stampin' on the base-pipe She's a hype to get you on the late flight But back in school she was a cutie, yo Then after graduation started givin' up the booty In school, stuck her head in a feather Every time I asked her what's the time It was never ever what she would talk to the Ren I'm sayin' I wanted a date, she would'nt even be my friend But now in the 1990's, I'd be praying that the bitch don't find me Cuz she's got a gang o' kidz knuckle-heads and all dirty And she's givin' pimp by a nigga that's 30 I saw her hangin' in the alley Raggin' to her friends how she's ho'in' in de valley All by herself, doin' on the whole strole Commin' back home late night with the bankrob You know a bitch like that makes me sick, But I've heard that she sucks a good dick Chorus : It's the world's biggest dick Don't matter just don't bite it It's the world's biggest dick Don't matter just don't bite it "What do you want me to do with it?" Don't matter just don't bite it She swallowed it [yeaahh..] At a high school dance - Me and the niggaz bailed in I saw her sittin' with her friends, With the clan, So sexy, thought she was all that She would'nt even look it up because we wore the black hat She was a stuck-up bitch on the public floor But an instant prostitute behind closed doorz On the streets she's a late night feature Walkin' home from school saw her suckin' a nigga'z dick, another bleacher She saw me and she ran and tried to hide her face But a bitch full of nut could'nt escape in the chase A disgrace, If I ever ever saw her There was'nt a nigga on the block Late at night not gettin' done So she begged me not to tell a soul Then I said of course cuz my dick you it's harder than a telepole Then again it don't concern me Cuz there's a slight chance if I fuck she might burn me And then I might have to shoot de ho' I mean checkin' with de quickness just to let her know But to prevent from gettin' sick - I would just prefer to let her come and suck my dick Chorus : It's the world's biggest dick Don't matter just don't bite it It's the world's biggest dick Don't matter just don't bite it But does she suck a good dick? Don't matter just don't bite it She swallowed it [yeaahh..] Now I was at a club on a late late sunday Peepin' at the bitches 'till the next day monday Had a couple of drinks, so I was feeling good And suddenly I saw this bitch who lives in my neighborhood She went to church every week so now I locked her She was at the end of the bar gettin' fucked up Back at the house she was bitch n' be ignorin' And when she start to talk the ho' was kinda borin' Yo, but now I got to dawn, see Now she's dancin' on the floor with a skirt and no panties on Shakin' that ass like a salt shaker I already got my plans - Just while I'm a take her to a room But yo I mean a rest room And stick my dick in her mouth like a wet broom So I grabbed her hand and she's with it Oh and when she turned sobber should'nt have had admit it So while she's dropped I'd better get it quick And see for myself if she sucks a good dick .. Chorus : It's the world's biggest dick Don't matter just don't bite it It's the world's biggest dick Don't matter just don't bite it "What do you want me to do with it?" Don't matter just don't bite it Lick de big dick, baby, I wanna fuck this one It's the world's biggest dick Don't matter just don't bite it It's the world's biggest dick Don't matter just don't bite it But does she suck a good dick? Don't matter just don't bite it She swallowed it "So there you have it - a job well done, but for now let me get back to what I was doing" She swallowed it .. She swallowed it .. Get it all baby, suck this dick, suck this dick for daddy suck this diiiiiick oh, she swallowed it .. get it all, suck this dick for daddy .. Hey mothafuck, I want you to suck Dre's dick, Then I want you to suck Yella dick You already sucked Ren's dick .. YOU BOYZ ARE DISGUSTING! Just suck my dick bitch |
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from N.W.A - Efil4zaggin (2003)
Why do I call myself a nigger, you ask me?
Well it's because motherfuckers want to blast me And run me outta my neighborhood They label me as a dope dealer Yo! and say that I'm no good But I can't find jobs so niggers wouldn't have to go out Gave up some dope on the corner so they could show out When the cops came, they gave a fake name Because the life in the streets is just a head game So therefore, to make more A fifteen year old black kid will go and rob a liquor store And get shot in the process He ate up a nine bullet and now he's put to rest Why do I call myself a nigger, you ask me? I guess it's the way shit has to be Back when I was young getting a job was murder Fuck flipping burgers Cause a deserve a nine-to-five I can be proud of That I can speak loud of And to help a nigger get out of Yo! the concrete playground But most motherfuckers only want you to stay down But I'm a smart motherfucker you see One of the best producers in the rap music industry Getting paid like a mother fucker A young brother who don't give a fuck about another Why do I call myself a nigger, you ask me? Because police always want to harass me Every time that I'm rolling They swear up and down that the car was stolen Make me get faced down in the street They throw the shit out my car on the concrete In front of a residence A million white motherfuckers on my back like I shot the President Why do I call myself a nigger, you ask me? Because my mouth is so mother fucking nasty Bitch this, bitch that Nigger this, nigger that In the mean while my pockets are getting fat Getting paid to say this shit here Making more in a week than a doctor makes in a year So, why not call myself a nigger? It's better than pulling the trigger and going up the river And don't I get called a nigger anyway? Booked as a motherfucker and locked away So, so, cut out all that bullshit Yo! I guess I'll be a nigga for life (Niggers, crack-heads, thieves If there's a hell below, we're all gonna go) Nigger, Nigger, Nigger, Nigger, Nigger, Nigger, please I'm treated like a fucking disease You say "Why can I call myself a nigger so quick?" Cause I can reach in my draws and pull out a bigger dick Yo! niggers say nigger we cool But, cracker say nigger not to fuck up But I got to be a fast nigger Not to be the last nigger Or I have to beat your ass, nigger In the city you see action first Then hear about it later In a verse I curse Because I'm real with this to keep my shit straight bumpin' Murder created by the streets of Compton I get it from the underground poet I live it, I see it, and I write it Because I know it And if you think I'm fucking your wife Your motherfucking right Yo! Because I'm a nigger for life Nigger, this Nigger, that The actual fact is that I'm black And bound to attract The attention of another I mean the other But I'm a motherfucker that'll have them running for cover You see, I don't give a fuck about nothing Except getting paid, getting bitches, and issuing stitches Which is all needed to read it and find a rhyme And then it's time to say The nigger's here to stay But what about the fake niggers, the house niggers To get paid quick they gotta suck a fat dick But NWA is outta your motherfucking range We ain't gonna change a motherfucking thing I call myself a nigger cause my skin won't whiten I call myself a nigger cause the shit that I'm writin' Hypes me, hypes other motherfuckers around me And that's the reason why they want to surround me And ask me, why do I call myself a nigger-o Ain't none of their fuckin' business cause I'll let the trigger go So get out of my presence, and get out of my sight Cause MC Ren is a nigger for life You're a nigger 'til you die If you're a poor nigger, then you're a poor nigger If you're a rich nigger, you're a rich nigger But you never stop being a nigger And if you get to be educated, you's an educated nigger [Repeats] It's plain to see, you can't change me Cause I'm a be a nigger for life |
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from N.W.A - Efil4zaggin (2003)
The world's most dangerous group
Once again beatin' on your motherfucking ear drumbs Doin' much damage for all you slutty ass ho's Yo, there was a bitch I knew on the avenue She was gettin' G oh for a nut or two yo I think her name was Clara And she was guaranteed to give a motherfucker whatever he needs To be perfectly honest she was a hooker So I took her, a 100 yards, to the blvd I told her "I'll take care o' you, you take care o' me" You've gott a P I M P and all I want is the money She went to work and the niggas were fiendin' yo She had the biggest ass that you ever seen In fact she was like Medusa Her tities fully grown A look and your dick turns to stone yeah Keepin' on mind that she was the kind that would find the time to get mine Because she knows I'm not to be fucked with She ain't crazy Fuckin' with Dre should be pushin' up daisies She was the perfect ho' but what do you know The bitch tried to gag me So, I had to kill her Yeah, straight hittin' Now listen up and lemme tell you how I did it Yo, I tied her to the bed I was thinking the worst but yo I had to let my niggas fuck her first yeah Loaded up the 44 yo Then I straight smoked the ho' 'Cause I'm a real nigga, but I guess you figure I was soft and she thank me Coughed to the boss and got tossed One less bitch you gotta worry about She's outta here and that's how it turns out Now Vikky Vikky Vikky, she's very tricky She put her hicky on top of my dick Sick Betsy, she told me she loved me And she wanted to keep me If only she can have the dick with me I said I wanted but baby you gotta hold up If I was happy with something that I could fold up We can do this, she said her husband was rich Then I knew I had the bitch Yo She wrote a check name me a check In the name of a bitch who was strugglin' at the same game All I wanted to do was get P-A-I-D Just a little somethin' for fuckin' me Yo Everything was cool but Vikky concerned me Her husband was the District Auterny So, before he found out he was crossed up 'Bout his bitch I was fuckin' I had to tossed her And put you slick, some nigga never forget A dead bitch can't tell a nigga shit One less bitch you gotta worry about She's outta here and that's how it turned out One less, One less, One less bitch you gotta worry about! (Muthafuckin' right!) One less, One less, One less bitch you gotta worry about! Thinkin' about money, and lookin' at a prostitute The bitch was cute, so now I had to execute And shoot game like a real nigga With a still trigga Convince her to move up to somethin' bigga I think I had a flashback though 'Cause I said "fuck it" Loped and Choked and Smoked to the ho' like this : "Bitch, it's all about Dre The money money money and this all I gotta say" Of course she came with me And remained with me 'Till the bitch felt lamed and ashamed to be Workin' that trick shit 'Cause niggas knew that she was someone A little later though she called 1 In the chest and I knew that it was commin' By who and how the all act would be done? So what? One less bitch you gotta worry about But that ain't how it turned out Yo, there was a bitch named her out and shot her Straight to the motherfucking trigger and said "I got her!" But I had better plans to give her the blues Like dumpin' her in the river with sea net shoes I knew my money was comin' up sho' And the thought that the stupid bitch thought she'd never get cought Came home early and straight bust her ass On the couch with the other nigga countin' my cash I should've known she was like the mother ho's I told the 2 motherfuckers to take off their clothes Butt naked nothin' left but the shoes I had up a 9 so they couldn't refuse I shot the nigga he was outa there And tied the bitch to the Muthafuckin' chair Now there's one less bitch I gotta worry about Everybody out, that's how it turns out One less, One less, One less bitch you gotta worry about! One less, One less, One less bitch you gotta worry about! [Easy E] In reality A fool is one who believes that all women are ladies A nigga is one who believes that all ladies are bitches, And all bitches are created equal. To me, all bitches are the same, Money hungry scandlist groopy ho's that's always riding on a nigga's dick. Always in a nigga's pocket and when the nigga runs out of money The bitch is gone in the wind. To me All bitches ain't shit! One less, One less, One less bitch you gotta worry about! One less, One less, One less bitch you gotta worry about! |
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from N.W.A - Efil4zaggin (2003)
[Dre]
The motherfucking saga continues All of you who don't believe in the real gangsta shit, Cause when it comes to the real niggas, It makes the shit they're much harder to deal with. Yeah, above the laws in this motherfucker, Like Mafia for life, down with the real niggas 4 life. Ha-ha, yo sweet-talk, tell 'em what the fuck we're here for Well I write ya, USE, Compton, Watts, The Wood, All across the motherfucking USA. They know I'm walking through the valley of real niggas, I should fear no man on the motherfucking planet, hit me one. Cause I've been to the mountain top y'all, And I have been seeing through the eyes of a real nigga. Yo, what you think about the real niggas 187? Yo, they make some of the coolest shit I had never heard, Yo, when we came, G, I almost gave it up, To the ruthless motherfucking gangstas. Fear no man Because you're shit man yourself, Time to put the world at yourself man. Me not seeing bobba-clot mobbing to see a pussy-clot run, Bob-bob-bob-bob-bob, keep Babylon on the run, see [Ren] The real niggas is back, cause there's to many bullshit records out, Niggas beat it for what we put out. But you don't have to wait no longer, Because the new album is out and the shit is much stronger. So many groups made three albums or more, And their weak-ass shit is still sitting in the record-store. They wonder why it never sold, Niggas rapping since the seventies and still never went gold. Our first record sold two million copies, That's because you other motherfuckers are sloppy. You came out the streets and crossed over, And after that your career is fucking over. Because after that you're not around, So shut the fuck up, and witness the sound of some real niggaz. [Eazy] Yeah, motherfucker. Keeping all you busters on the run in ninety-one, kick that shit Ren. [Ren] Most niggas can't understand, And never will if they ain't part of the ruthless Mafia-clan. Niggas is dedicated to the streets, With hyped fucking lyrics and a dope ass beat. The songs will never come soft, because I come off, So don't get in my way or motherfucker you'll be cut off. And it's something you can move your lips to, To wrap around my dick and suck if it fits you. And let me now if you want to ride the D-I-see-K, All day that's with no play. Cause ain't no rap group out, that I know, That makes me want to listen to the radio. All I hear is motherfuckers trying to make a comeback with love songs, And that shit is whack. And that's why your ass ain't around, Cause you don't have the motherfucking sound of a real nigga. |
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from N.W.A - Efil4zaggin (2003)
Ren: Prisoner, like a hostage yo, You should've covered your motherfucking head like an ostrich. Deep in the dirt cause you'se a sucker, And your ass up high so I can kick the motherfucker. Don't try to hang, you best avoid, Cause my foot'll be so far up your ass you'll get hemorrhoids. Before you try to fuck with Ren, I'll put two in your ass, and you'll be shitting in size ten. Dre: First come, first serve, Who else got the nerves, step up and give what you deserve. From the word of a motherfucking hip-hop maniac, Braniac, so what you oughta do is step the fuck back. Now how the fuck you think a rapper lasts, With your ass ain't shit, that is said in the past. Yo, be original, your shit is sloppy, Get off the dick, you motherfucking call-the-coppy. Ren: Falling deep in the drums, with many of styles, That's one of the reasons a nigga ran a hundred miles. Cheating and out, beating the crowd, I kept seating, But weak motherfuckers biting off, and they kept eating. Styles they got are full of bull, cause their vocals are local, In nightclubs, and not getting paid in full. They got the nerve to cuss, only reason niggaz picking your record is cause they thought is was us. Dre: Yo, give 'em what I gotta give, do 'em what I gotto do, You don't care for me, so who gives a fuck about you. You can't harm me, alarm me, Cause we're the generals in this fucking hip-hop army. The Niggaz With Attitudes if you didn't know, We blow, flow, and didn't move slow from the get-go. Yo, time for some taking, Yo fuck this shit, Yella kick the break in. (Aaaah!) It's the real thing, you are now (real, real) niggaz! niggaz! Ren: You can run, but you can't hide, you know I'ma find ya, Cause a nigga like Ren's only two steps behind ya. Don't look back because you're shaking and all scared, A nigga in black can be your scariest nightmare. So sleep with the lights on, forget that the mic's on, Don't step on the motherfucking stage with our nights on. Don't see a psycho, and then you just might go, Mentally fucked up when I let the rifle blow. Dre: All these niggaz with the gibber-jabber, But couldn't kill a fly with a motherfucking sledgehammer. Gangsters in black are out there, But only because, yo, it's the shit that we wear. On my motherfucking dick, But I'ma love it when you drop like a motherfucking brick. So yo, step up, go to bed, cause if you're misled, You'll get a motherfucking bullet in your forehead. Eazy (Ren): Black, the good, the bad, the ugly, see, I love streetwise, nigga you know me. Rolling with some real niggaz, playing for keeps, But you motherfuckers know who run the streets. With that hardcore, hip-hop, rap-shit, (Now how much harder can another nigga get). Trying to be like us, sound like us, drift like us, (Ashes to ashes and dust to dust). So nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, please, Since you're on the dick why don't you drop to your knees. Cause I'm a motherfucker that's out to kill, Eazy E, a nigga that's real. Ren: Real niggaz, straight off the streets of Compton. Quick to getting your shit without a second thought. And if your ass gets smoked, it's my bullet you caught. So if you're talking shit about the niggaz in black, Bow down to the kings, and raid a half. They're played out, that's what niggaz were chatting, One nigga left, and they said we ain't having it. People thought we was finished and done with, But if you think about it, yo, we really ain't done shit. Catch, so cover your ears, and wipe off your tears, And quit sniffing all over my dick for new ideas. And when the new record comes, don't come like a fucking bum, Asking for fucking money to buy you a fucking crumb. You're on the dick so far, niggaz not one, And when it comes to dicks, you don't even have one. So braze yourself, to make sure you don't get fucked up, Cause if I let you slide, it's just cause you're locked up. Don't come up my face again, because I'ma floor ya, And if you're a bitch, I'ma fucking ignore ya. Because my attitude's a little bigger, Cause MC Ren is one of the real niggaz. Dre: Lost in the motherfucking world of madness, sadness, But Dre is just a nigga that's glad it's sucker motherfuckers like you making whack jams, because it only you shows you how dope I am. Never try to ignore us, When I'm expressing, stand still like you're full of riggermortis. Cause I'm a real nigga, but I guess you figure, You could break me, take me, but watch me pull the trigger. Dre is just a nigga with heart, a nigga that's smart, A nigga that's paid to say what others are scared to play. We started out with too much cargo, So I'm glad we got rid of Benedict Arto. Yo, N.W.A., criticized for what we say, But I'ma do this shit anyway. Cause I'm the motherfucking doctor, never faking, Yo Yella, kick the motherfucking break in. (Aaaah!) It's the real thing, you are now (real, real) niggaz! niggaz! (Aaaah!) Yeah motherfucker, it's the real thing, you are now (real, real) niggaz! niggaz! Ren: N.W.A., straight outta motherfucking Compton, Taking over shit in all of the nineteen-nineties, Yo, Dr. Dre, DJ Yella, Eazy E, and I am MC Ren, yo, N.W.A. taking over this motherfucker y'all... |
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from N.W.A - Efil4zaggin (2003)
I'm a muthafuking nigga wit an attitude(4x) (Dr Dre) I got a case of spitting in a muthafukers face So me and my ace we got a taste Of a muthafukers billy club he took his gun and Put it to my head and said nigga start running So tell me what's the next episode Is he crazy, does he want to chase me and waste me I thought run nigga run but I caught myself Because my secondary thought was death i get hit hard real but still muthafuker said I want another black muthafuker dead Niggaz ain't good for shit for me 'Cause this is a race fo second class So get your ass up against the wall Bitch And then he tried They jumped me but the punk became a victim of a walkby Fuking wit Dre, you can't afford to be an asshole It's just another way to let you know Niggaz send them,niggaz send them, niggaz send them Punk can't fuk wit me Real muthafuking G (Got that) Straight from the streets of the CPT Telling you why real niggaz don't die (Chorus) I just want to celebrate (2X) (MC Ren) Real niggaz don't die 'cause they eventually multiply The niggaz are wit it but taking out on I Because the times are so wrong, got to stay so strong Niggaz got to keep going on and on And don't let no pail face, they throw your ass in a cell race Have you resident suck a pie in a jail space That's what they want to do 'cause the system is fuked around I try to let you know what the record it's underground They don't give a fuk about a nigga They would rather pull the trigger And have you running from barrels smiling saying geez So nigga get smart and rebel back I'm not wit that black just so I'm not gonna nail that All I see is niggaz getting harrass We can't do nothing about it but get a foot in they ass Yo, but a very nigga grabbed a nine And started shooting muthafukers, it would put them in line And that's how it's suppose to be When the pussy ass niggas try to fuk wit me Yo because the shoes let the dry To kill a nigga cause nigga a muthafuking real nigga don't die Chorus I'm a muthafuking nigga wit an attitude (Eazy-E) Oh let the good die young, so they make me young and bad Putting ass kickings on the niggaz that never had So I guess that makes me tough shit Straight up gangsta, bum nigga to fuk wit So how can a nigga die when he's causing the bloodshed By shooting muthafukas in the head Trying to make a nigga extinct because they fear me But never want to hear me So I'm a let 'em know how a nigga's living Checking for muthafukas cause nobody ain't giving a damn thing To a nigga, a real nigga So I'm living by the muthafuking trigger Cause a nigga ain't afraid of being locked up I'm out of luck, so why should I give a fuk But they still want to try To kill a nigga like me but muthafuking real niggaz don't die Chorus |
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Lesson 2 : Gently place the balls into the mouth and ..
HAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.. get it all baby .. get it all baby .. get it all baby .. "what you want me to do with it?" don't matter just don't bite it she swallowed it .. suck this dick for daddy she swallowed it .. usin' that lips she swallowed it .. it's the world's biggest dick "what do you want me to do with it?" don't matter just don't bite it Slow is the tempo Now talkin' but an info So peep it up here goes the info This is the bitches and the ho's crew She get it as much we make bets on who's the ho's we'd love to go through And for the shit that she does give her a drum role Because the dumb bitch licks out the asshole And a list of videotaper And if you got a gang of niggaz, the bitch would let you rape her She likes suckin' on dicks, and lickin' up nutz And they even take de broomstick at the butt Just to say that she did it with a rapper But the pussy was more fishy than red snapper "But how many licks would it take" She ax's "To make MC Ren start gooshin' up vanilla shake" She took her tongue out her mouth, put it on top Like a cherry, started movin' it like a snake and it was very Irresistable I could'nt pay the bitch to quit 'cause the ho' was doin' some ole' crazy shit That made me start havin' a fit' 'cause the bitch sucks de hellified dick .. [suck this dick] "It's the world's biggest dick" Don't matter just don't bite it "It's the world's biggest dick" Don't matter just don't bite it "What do you want me to do with it?" Don't matter just don't bite it She swallowed it .. Get it all baby! Now one night night I was at a drive-in And a car full of niggaz straight drove in I thought they wuz commin' to start trouble but no Five niggaz in the back it was de neighborhood ho' Now what do you expect they're gonna dogg her like a doggy Thirty minutes later and the windowz are all foggy And I'm off in my car havin' a fit' 'cause de bitch that I'm with Sayz no fuckin' on the 1st date shit Now I'm like - Damn! I wish I was in the bucket To be with 6 niggaz with the ho' and I can fuck it So I told de ho' I was with that I'm goin' to de snack bar - And got de fuck out de car. Went to the bucket and I looked through the window It was some niggaz that I knew they let me in yo And my turn was like next I could'nt see a face, all I saw was de pussy and the chest I wanted to see the face, I felt the order Peep over the seat - OH SHIT! it's the preacher's doughter! And she's only 14 and a ho' But the bitch sucks dick like a specialized pro She looked at me, I was surprised But was it passin' up the chance of my dick gettin' backtide I told the bitch to do it quick : "You little ho' hurry up and suck my dick!" "It's the world's biggest dick" Don't matter just don't bite it "It's the world's biggest dick" Don't matter just don't bite it "What do you want me to do with it?" Don't matter just don't bite it She swallowed it .. Get it all baby! Now I'm a break it down with a fact - Since the last "Just don't bite it" girls don't know how to act Sayin' that they never would suck a dick But when they've tried it they could'nt quit 'cause not even bustin' the bitches today they love the shit And those are the main one's that say they don't do it But MC Ren knowz the bitches are used to it So fellows, next time they try to tell a lie That they never suck a dick punch the bitch in the eye And then the ho' will fall to the ground Then you'll open up her mouth - Put your dick in and move the shit around And she'll catch on and start doin' it on de raw Actin' like she's tryin' to suck a meet off a chicken bone And then she won't let go Because bitches suck nutt out of a dick just like dreino Get the last drop, unclog in de back Then the stupid bitch is at that with the same shit de next night Because she just can't quit 'cause she's addicted, addicted, addicted, addicted she's addicted, addicted, she's addicted to suck a good dick "It's the world's biggest dick" Don't matter just don't bite it "It's the world's biggest dick" Don't matter just don't bite it "What do you want me to do with it?" Don't matter just don't bite it She swallowed it .. Get it all baby! "It's the world's biggest dick" Don't matter just don't bite it "It's the world's biggest dick" Don't matter just don't bite it "What do you want me to do with it?" Don't matter just don't bite it She swallowed it .. Get it all baby! |
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from N.W.A - Efil4zaggin (2003)
What we gonna do right here is go back
Now this is some shit that's from, 'The Dayz of Wayback' When niggas in Compton first started to jack When the bitches wouldn't give you no pussy if you wasn't sellin' drug So many bitches in my neighborhood got mugged They always loved that shit, they want a nigga that's sellin' Ks But nowadays they workin' at Mickey D's But in 'The Dayz of Wayback' I couldn't be laid-back Because I needed ends and I made that I get the nine from my nigga that he lend me and Start robbin' muthafuckas just like cowboys and Indians Anything it took to get paid A nigga like Ren already had the plane made And I was in it to win it and not to lose And shit, it start blowin' up, once I lit the fuse And police couldn't touch me because I was payin 'em But not with no money, yo, I was frayin' 'em And never get caught because nobody is snitch But one hoe did, so Ren had to shoot the bitch Now she's in a coffin and my life is better off and 'Cuz everybody knows who's the bossin' That black nigga that they call Ren You fuck with me, you gotta fuck with a Mac-10 So listen to me as I reminisce, 'The Dayz of Wayback' So check it out y'all It was once a time in, 'The Dayz of Wayback' When niggas was gettin' jacked In fact it was one I used to pass through up And kickin' ass through up Muthafuckin' Compton Massacre Now let me tell you a little something about Compton When I was a kid and puttin' my bid in Yo, Compton was like still water just strictly calm Now it's like muthafuckin' Vietnam Everybody killin', tryin' to make a killin' Niggas stealin', muthafuckas willin' to dealin' With so many ways to come up The average nigga didn't give a fuck About another muthafucka in this game and Claimin' what he claimin', livin' like he livin', killin' after killin' Murder was a dirty job, to rob a dead man Was the best plan 'cuz a dead man never ran But now your best friend is your worst friend Greed, cash the fee, make a me more some of what you holdin' So now your shit is stolen and you and your niggas start rollin' Yo, to get your shit back ain't a word of Muff, it's more murder, more murder, more murder They wanna make you think that it's a crack thang Or a black thang Or some niggas in a muthafuckin' gang But guns and money, they go together like the Ku Klux Klan A nigga brung up and strung up Why do I call myself a nigga, you ask me? Rememberin' the days that's past me Yo, never givin' niggas a chance to rest The ghetto is like a fuckin' survival test And number one way for you to pass Yo, get treated like a king and they'll crown your ass They never in the wrong though, so I made a song so Muthafuckas had know If, yo, livin' situations make you wanna get a gat That's 'cuz you livin' in, 'The Dayz of Wayback' |
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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 (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)
(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 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 (2002)
My eternal jam is the juice of the radio Takin' out profanity so they can play it though Listen to a hell of a kick and the high hat Going to the record store say ya gonna buy That the e is connected to the a and the z ya say y So that's how the beats stack it up on material made of hits Takin' my time of eastline to make sure it fit Push play on the instrumental thats recorded Step on stage and i'm suddenly awarded Some sort of track appeared like a plaque And some hell of a screen from the girls in the back Takin' a bow cause i got style Never at the bottom of the ways on the top of the pile Yo it's eazy on top even though i'm short Guarenteed to help when i walk on the court So get up make some noise for the gangsta clap Gonna tip the laugh i'm not a pranksta I'm serious dre my sounds so quit playin' around Cause i'mma break it down [eazy-e] Last time i was takin' my time with this But other suckaz were makin' a rhyme with this I had to change the tip or make it hyper But they was rotten, i was gettin' riper Ready to go, like never before Givin' you more because i'm ready to score Ren is my buddy you can tell i said often Helpin' me destroy the suckaz that's softin' Curin' diseases, my rhyme pleases, throw it a key Balls havin' seasons, this is a doc trim And i'm locked in, and i made up my mind And i think i'm gonna rock then You got beaches chill and i'mma push ya To freeze after i'll cut ya cause i'mma butcher And say ya have pricin' and then out ya go Cause a percentage on point bellys are very low Messin' with a gun but once ya get hurt Like a said before ya get rushed to the dirt I'm not a law man, but i'mma raw man M.c. ren: "but ya the dopest one i ever saw!" I keep droppin' it pound for pound And when i'm on the mic i always throw down To keep y'all dancin' to my funky sound So listen cause i'mma break it down [eazy-e] Now look at me and not the poster And you could see right off i got the most of The talent, experience or a trade And complements for the rhyme thats made Talks over today if this one so Pick another artist and dis one I got the ballet of the chosen vote Cause i don't need water to clear my throat Comin' from the rain the show is like dancin' Nasty like and the girls are like glancin' Wantin' to get wit me this routine Keepin' it sprung still stayin' mean Can ya dis this man i don't think so Once i start writin' the way i let the ink go Comin' out with songs like hit after hit Cause this is legit and yours ain't shit Makin' it sound so dope cause i'm a genius But your amazed with ya happy to see this Brother go crazy on wax Flowin' away like if i was on a sax Doin' a solo in the shade i'm a spotlight Relax and chill while your up tight Pumpin' up the funky sounds Yo you should know it's kinda persist That the e is gonna break it down |
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from Eazy-E - Eazy-Duz-It W/5150 Ep (2002)
Hahahah 5150,,,,hahahahah tha home for tha sick hahahahah
But I got something I want everybody to know Hahahahahahahaha Hey buddy boy, hey buddy (pisp) (pisp) buddy boy, hey, You know who you are mutha fucker. hahahahah You thought I couldnt do it with out ya right, hahahahahah You stupid mutha fucka, but anyway, buddy, Im Baaaaaaack Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaahahahahahahahahaa EAT A DICK UP MUTHA FUCKA |
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from Eazy-E - Eazy-Duz-It W/5150 Ep (2002)
<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
First up high on a roof top Like a bird I'm havin' evil thoughts A black hood covers my face And death flows through my mind at it's own pace Sometimes I feel like a super hero Urgin' to free my kind I'm so accurate I shoot ya heart with a dime Now I'm back to the moral of my tale I see a victim, and then my thoughts fail My minds still fumblin' with the present slavery I'm here to save you but who's to save me I hold my strap so long that my palms all wet I put finger on the fit and then the side a check I make the kill here's the deal After the trigger's pulled then the death is sealed So it's the shots that sing out like a piper Everyones scared I'm the neighborhood sniper <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Eazy-E]</i> So my boy is a snitch I put my gun up to his head And simply scared the bitch boo Being the E ya know I'm thinkin' devious thoughts Take off ya clothes nigga and here comes a plot His bitch was scared she made a move I pulled the trigger Now the room is red Now there's nothing left but a snitch Here's a four leaf clover punk make a wish One <i>[Shot]</i> two <i>[Shot]</i> three strikes your out This nigga is dead and now I'm lookin' for a window I made my escape the cops chase Duckin' to an alley so they don't recognize my face The boy had to pay the piper So they all stayin' fair of a neighborhood sniper <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Eazy-E]</i> I'm Doin' dirt as I continue my mission Killin' all fools as an addiction As a E lovin' the game leavin a shame And in my heart I feel no muthafuckin' pain Because my heart is cold as I was told And my A.K.47 I stand bold Rippin' up shit with the fury of my gun shot Pop pop pow as I watch the muthafucka drop Lovin' the site as the blood spill Take a photograph, to keep in my hard as I was sayin' calm And never hyper as I succeed in my mission I be a neighborhood sniper <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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from Eazy-E - Eazy-Duz-It W/5150 Ep (2002)
Gimmie this, gimmie that, gimmie this, gimmie that
Bitch, step back and don't try to jack "But mister dopeman, dopeman, can I get a hit?" No, hoe but you can get my duck sick... But let me finish my story as I was sayin' I told you lil locs ain't playin' Gotta roll with the bunches can't help the travellin' bunches Now ain't that somethin' Just a case a few niggaz try to trip Bone-out, put on my skimask And come back blastin' Cause niggaz my height don't fight My name is Eazy-E You're mothafuckin' right They must to thought I was a busta Wearin' your bullet-proof vest So what's next? I got my nine fitted up with deadline And don't let me hit the wetbomb So watcha want to do? The red, white and blue, I got some for you too Cause it gonna be on when i'm kickin' down my dough So say hello to my new 44... I'm a type of nigga... That smokes mothafuckaz... That smokes mothafuckaz... I don't give a fuck fuck... Smoke mothafuckaz... I'ma smoke mothafuckaz... Cause I'm the "E" So you can kiss my black ass Fuck the white house, it ain't my house So you can burn the mothafucka down for all I care Cause t-shirts and khakies is all I wear I'm from the city where they show no pitty For a punk ass mark in the park Blow his brains out, stuck him in the bushes Take his gat, leave his ass for the rats And let me hit that cisco, I got a 187 on my pistol Warrant by the LAPD Key for puttin' in work out my trade Because the president never simp One dumb dog to my residents I'm goin' crazy like 1980 I need my ends, fuck you, pay me Or I'ma have to get the strap My nutty O.G. buddy Big Black I make you shit in your pants And shake like jelly So tell off my homie said hello... I'm a type of nigga... That smoke mothafuckaz... That smoke mothafuckaz... I don't give a fuck... Smoke mothafuckaz... Smoke mothafuckaz... Like it ain't no thang... You can't check a checker But when you want to try let me know I got the strecher on stand-by Starvin' for a nigga like you The things is much bigger Than the trigger So I can show how to put in work: The Ruthless-network drive-by experts Straight outta compton kickin' up dust The place where guns don't get a change to rust I warned them and they still approached me Now I got two more golf-hats for my trophy I got a brand new trend, it's killin' men Who is that? That's my little friend... I don't give a fuck... I don't give a fuck... I don't give a fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck... I don't give a fuck... I don't give a fuck... Smoke mothafuckaz... Like it ain't no thang... |
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from Eazy-E - Eazy-Duz-It W/5150 Ep (2002)
Yo Ren, you're ready to go get this move?
[Believe that, boy] You're strapped? [Yeah, you know it] Let's go do this, man, I got it all planned out [Yeah, shoot any motherfucker that moves] *pow* ["Alright everybody..."] This is a stick-up, everybody get face-down Ren, gag their mouths so they can't make a sound Tie em up for the fact that I'm kickin ass I got my hand on my gat, and I'm tempted to blast My name is Eazy, but I go the hard way out This ain't personal, but now I'm about to commit a crime and go thru with it You know what, no need for shakin, because I'm used to it Take out the security guard with a slap of my hand Yeah, he's wearin' a badge, but he's a ol ass man Pump his ass in the head, and take his gun so me and the punk can go one on one Cover the lens on the TV screen you know, so me and my gang just can't be seen Lock the doors, and throw away the key Close the blinds, so no motherfuckers can see and smile, you know, cause I'm controllin the shit and no sucker ass nigga's gonna stop the hit Wardrobes and locs, and a Ruthless shirt That means I'm ready to work, and rush a fool to the dirt, so Chorus: ["Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt"] *pow* (repeat 4X) [Alright, anybody move and I'll blow your fuckin head off] Allright... Empty your pockets, but do it slow Take everything you got and lay it on the fuckin floor Don't make me have to set an example today and blow one of you crazy motherfuckers away I'm in a bank, and it's a little bit funny takin all you stupid motherfuckers' money Peepin at a bitch cause my dick's on hard Laughin at the dumb ass security guard who's tied up for the moment, not sayin' a word I should have known it before, the motherfucker's a nerd But back to the bitches I'm peepin and then untie the hoe, so I can start creepin Took her to the backroom, about to jack Cold trailed the bitch, with a gun in the back I said: "Lay down, and unbutton your bra!" There was the biggest titties that a nigga ever saw I said: "Damn", then the air got thinner Only thought in my mind, was goin' up in her The suspense was makin' me sick She took her panties down and the bitch had a dick! I said: "Damn", dropped the gat from my hand [What I thought was a bitch, was nothing but a man] Put the gat to his legs, all the way up his skirt because this is one faggot that I had to hurt, so [Chorus] [I said get down. I want you all face-down on the floor Anybody moves and I shoot] Stackin up the money and there's more to collect cause I don't give a fuck, I take traveler's checks Yo, Ren, peep out the window, and tell me what you see [Three motherfuckin police starin at me; what to do now?] Hurry up and get on Allright, tell me, who is the motherfuckin alarm? I'm a give ya a chance, and count to three or else five of ya bitches are comin with me [Police: Allright, Allright, come out niggaz, or we're coming in This is the only chance to turn yourself in] Fuck you! We got hostages, and plenty of loot and don't give a damn and not afraid to shoot We're sendin out the hostages, all except five and if you don't meet our demands, they won't stay alive We want a copter, so we can get away clean and take some pussy along, if you know what I mean One hostage got brave, and got off the floor but I smoked his ass before he got to the door [Police: They shot a hostage, they shot a hostage!] [MC Ren: You stupid motherfucker tryin' to run now you're dead as fuck tryin' to race a gun] [Police: Allright, this is the last chance to get off your ass or else the tear gas is about to blast] I ran to the back and Ren followed behind to a hell of a spot that was hard to find The bank was fucked up, the shit was smokin with screamin hostages, runnin and chokin Gettin away, but I was suddenly stopped at point blank range, by a motherfuckin cop And I hope they don't think that a lesson was taught cause a nigga like the E was finally caught My gat wouldn't fire, the shit wouldn't work So, y'all know what time it is Chorus [Police: Well I'm giving you five seconds to let us thru the gate or I'm gonna shoot two of your guards] [Hehe, they got me once, but they'll never get me again] |
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from Eazy-E - Eazy-Duz-It W/5150 Ep (2002)
[Chorus:Repeat x4]
Only if you want it Yes I really want it Can I get an eye open up Eazy locin' up Smokin' up Much dust like a nut what Give it up for the real stuff Shut the what up Back the shut up what Hustler from the hood hoe Hopin' and mud rub The finishin' touches Would sure went rubbers Comin' in bunches Could serve like lunches Hold ya horses here's where the source is Not very tall but never took a short kid With a clip to claw Wouldn't draw McGraw I trick a law before all and all I'm raw A naughty shorty, sporty with a forty A laddy takin' tours, just to plan an orgy A nasty critter, any hoe hitter Hated my babysitter cause she wouldn't let me hit her Now get up on it, on and on get on it And I will pump it, only if you want it. [Chorus] Here's something from the ding dong cause I really care how long ya been strong grown Here comes the switch dome chrome Couldn't hang with the king Out the rudder but I call for a yes y'all toots My style is just as fresh as a dusch bush I face ya fact throw a heck just like woody wooder And if I left that means I should of booger Here's a new track, for all the new jacks I'm kickin' it the hardest so gimmie my shoes back So I live when I step it's the pimp And I rep so make a right and get left quick So try to play strong and long gone The flow is kinda funky but far from Armstrong Get up on it, on and on get on it And I will pump it, only if you want it. [Chorus] Ooooooh a new jack! a new jack! Kid I swear I saw a puddy cat Back back smack, here comes a witty black Endin' in a skull high I'm bout to show why Eazy's fillin' caps cause my gat's in the low ride Bang when the gat sneaks, two in the back seat My homie rides shotgun waitin' to spot one Duh is a fool who don't ride to slide to a ride I'm shudder shakin' the place when I start hey So don't butter, Eazy-E but a park hey The only thing to flow these now to be fly is a feather I see the smilin' faces of while they sick Ya know me better, hard Rodney kid Gettin' Cali kid, now ya know it boy Left up in the alley dead Now get up on it, on and on get on it And I will pump it, only if you want it. [Chorus] |
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from Eazy-E - Eazy-Duz-It W/5150 Ep (2002)
And we're gonna go to the phones right now and find out what's goin' on. Hello, who is this ?] [Guy1: Yo, what's up ? This is Lorenzo Patterson] [DJ: Yo man, where you callin' from ?] [Guy1: I'm callin' from Compton and I wanna hear Eazy E's new record] [DJ: What's it called man ?] [Guy1: Yo, it's called "Radio"] [DJ: We got it, you called the right station. And here it is...] Eazy E rockin' non stop on the radio with the funky fresh hip hop in stereo Release some rhymes that you will find demandin' with Dre's beats that are so outstandin' I'm gettin' busy if you know what I mean Always settin' me a mark in the hip hop scene On the radio the greatest of all times like Mohammed Ali cause I punch rhymes So tune your station, and clear all the static and tell the truth: you didn't know that I had it in me, to be easy about the situation So just kick it and listen to the station playin' my music, it's hard to lose it It's constantly on request cause you choose it I'm Eazy E, my rap is strong [and your radio's def when my record's on _ LL Cool J] [chorus:] [You wanna know why...because...] I'm on the... [Radio (echo) _ Chuck D] [Dr.Dre: Yeah, ruthless radio is in effect, Dr.Dre and Yella boy is in ya system. And right about now we got Eazy E and MC Ren in the studio takin' calls. So give'em a call and ask'em how they're doin'] [ring] Hello, this is Eazy E. What's your name ? [Girl1: Hi, this is Joyce. I'd like to know if I can have your phone number?] Yes, it's 9-7-6... [click] Now I wanna turn up my box, and make much noise and rock the party and shock all the B-boys Take on my radio from phono to tuner I wouldn't have did it, later but sooner Now I move my antenna to the center then grab a hold of the handle and (??) then bust a rhyme, you know I won't quit it Am I lyin', Ren ? [MC Ren: Man, you know you're witty] Your request is clear, that you're givin' Without Eazy E you wouldn't be livin' with me on a top 10, or a mix show So hit your power button, and let's go on vacation, with your station that's playin' live in every location Blowin' out ya speaker it won't get weaker I'll keep rockin' till I hit the peek And your station is dope E-A-Z-Y It's on the air, but you axe why I took out the cursin', and took rehearsin' I feel dry, you know that I'm thirstin' to get busy; I don't quit it and once you hear my cut, I know you're gonna get it Then bust a rhyme, while you're clappin' your hands It's Eazy E on the air [rockin' without a band] [chorus] [DJ: You're on the radio, on K-EAZY-E, with Greg Mac. Don't forget to join us this friday night live, we'll be jammin' it uptown with my homeboys Eazy E, of course, N.W.A. and the whole Compton posse. Can't make it out but, hey, stay eazy, and stay it on K-EAZY-E... with more...radio] Now disc jockeys are playin' me in rotation hittin' number one spots across the nation I'm on the charts, you can go list'em but now listen, I'm on your system AM or FM, I'm in power You hear my music once every hour So listen up to the rhyme and percussion but do this with no discussion Eazy's easin' fans I'm pleasin' Why, I'm on top yo, I got reason With no profanity, but what can I say Yo Dre [Dr.Dre: What up ?] Do it your way On the radio you get more looser Take my word you're a dope producer We combine to put out hits but jealous people, they just have fits cause we get airplay, but we're not thru Dre, am I serious ? [Dr.Dre: Cold word] Well thank you ! People that hear me, they know what I'm sayin' On the air, I don't be playin' Just gettin' my point across to the public Rhymin' on the radio, that's my subject I can play [rock], but I prefer [hip hop] It's Eazy E on your radio non stop ! [chorus] [MC Ren: Yo, this is MC Ren, can you comprehend ? We're for bite just like TNT. Yo, what's the time ?] [Girl2: Hi, my name is Tushie and I'd like to know when I get paid, motha...] [plop] [Dr.Dre: You got ganked... Hello, you're on the air. What's up ?] [Girls: Hello, we'd like to speak to that cuty pie DJ speed] [DJ Speed: Yo, this is DJ speed. What's up ?] [Girls: The joke's on you, Jack ! Hahaha !] [Dr.Dre: Hello, you're on the air] [Guy3: Hey, what's up ? This is Nasty Naz callin' from Seattle] [Dr.Dre: Hey, what's happenin', homeboy ?] [Guy3: I'm callin' to be on Eazy E's new record, "Radio"] [Dr.Dre: Man, you're late. The record is already o...] |
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from Eazy-E - Eazy-Duz-It W/5150 Ep (2002)
MC-Ren : "Yo Dre, how much time we got left on ths tape?" Dre : "About a couple of minutes." MC-Ren : "Well let me bust a freestyle then." Dre : "Awright, go ahead." [MC-Ren] Ruthless gangsta, definition villain, Leave your shit unlocked and he's stealin', So call tha police cause that's all you could do but, He'll get away without leavin' a clue. Dre : "Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut this shit. Eh yo Yella boy why don't you rewind it.Hey man you gotta get more hyped up tonight!" MC-Ren : "Damn, why don't you pump this shit up so it could fuck up my eardrums a little bit!" Dre : "Allright bet." [MC-Ren] Ruthless gangsta, definition villain, Leave your shit unlocked and he's stealin', So call tha police cause that's all you could do but, He'll get away without leavin' a clue. Keepin' shit in control like the neighboorhood chief but, Referred to as a walking thief, They say he's a bad influence for the kids on the block, Why the fuck they blamin' him, He's the one that they jock. Keepin' niggaz in line, Whoever fucks with his rhyme, And before you fuck with him, You gotta fuck with his nine. Not scared to pull the trigger on a punk ass nigga, (A nigga)He could whoop his ass cause he's bigger. Size don't mean shit, He's from the old school fool, He's a villain from the streets, And he's supposed to rule, Not sayin' he's in shit, But he's down for mine, He was put on the streets to keep niggaz in line. Never givin' a fuck, [huh?] Because I know that he's a nigga that you want to be. He can't help it he's in shit, But he don't hold shit back, He's a gangsta in black, And he's about to attack. [Eazy-E] Cause I'm a ruthless villain, Cold tearin' shit up, Don't come on my face, Pumpin' no kind of junk, Eazy-E's in control, And if you press your luck, I'll smoke you like that, And won't give a fuck. "Nickname Eazy-E...Ol' 8-Ball junkie!" [MC-Ren] Ruthless gangsta, definition villain, You can lock up yo' shit, He's Still Stealin', Gettin' respect, Cause the boy kicks butt, But the real meaning is, He don't give a fuck, It's Eazy-E in the crowd, But he's not in the 4, I tell his money flow, As he collects from his ho', All expenses paid, For the rhymes that he made, Got the trophys in the house, For the girls that he laid. Not a wimp he's a pimp, Now of course he's the boss, So keep your bitch out his face, Or else she's gonna get tossed. The hard to be fucked with, The boy got heart, Wanna fuck with him, He'll Rip your head apart. Gangsta Gangsta, That's what they yellin' But him with his gangsta stroll, He keeps bailin'. Wherever he goes, There's no discussion but silence. They say that he's the one, Promotin' gang violence, That's a lie just a critic, All that whack bullshit, So let me tell you motherfuckers, Who you fuckin' with, [Eazy-E] Cause I'm a ruthless villain, Cold tearin' shit up, Don't come on my face, Pumpin' no kind of junk, Eazy-E's in control, And if you press your luck, I'll smoke you like that, And won't give a fuck. Eazy-E : "Yo Ren?" MC-Ren : "What's up?" Eazy-E : "Let's get the fuck outta here!" |
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from Eazy-E - Eazy-Duz-It W/5150 Ep (2002)
Good evening, and welcome to eazy's playhouse, You stupid muthafuckaaaaaa! [a low bass metal voice .. ] Now that you got the album, What the fuck are you gonna do with it, Bitch bitch bitch bitch ... Eazily i aproach, the microphone because i ain't no joke Tell your momma to get off of my tip I have no time to give her my dick I'm gonna hold it And walk around the stage and If you fuck up i'm goin' to get my gage and Unload the barrel and lough Cuz i'm puttin' led in your mothafuckin' ass Psychopathic, but the ho's are attracted Because when i'm on hard my dick's at least a yard In the days of old i was a nut Now i need at least 3 ho's when i fuck Cuz i do a check, nut 1 nut 2 Then i save my nut for when there's nothin' else to do You're used to the crew, bitch Cuz i would never quit As soon as you think that's it i'm still talkin' shit -=- cut -=- I told you that nigga was crazy E boy, that's my boy, godamnit -=- cut -=- I got a fable that you need to listen to It's a funky little rhyme about a bitch or a two One sharone and the other one shine I want to nut but which one do i want? Shine said eazy let me fuck you blind And sharon said e i want to blow your mind I said fuck it, i know what should be done Just pull your panties down and i'll fuck the biggest one And then i get the other pussy put it in the freezer So i can always have a on-hold skeezer Get out to tick it, i do it like that So i told the ho's to take a big step back Took the zipper down, i'z wide and said Here's what i'm gonna put inside Grab it like a rabbit, grab it let's wreck it But i won't love you, When i'm done i'd still be talkin' shit ... -=- cut -=- That boy'z good Yeah that boy's good That mothafucka'z talkin' all kinds of shit I used to get pussy like eazy here and every day You're mothafuckin' lyin' How you know i'm mothafuckin' lyin'? You're lyin', your dick can't get hard .. Oh, suck my dick mothafucka Nigga you lied Who you're talkin' to..? ... -=- cut -=- Dre : wait a minute, wait a minute, cut that shit, Hey yo yella boy! let's rewind it! -=- cut -=- Niggaz don't see i'm a 100% legit And you know it ain't about all that bullshit It's about fuckin' this bitch and that bitch But not the bitch with the 7 day itch, like that ho' Just throwin' me the pussy She says she wants to do it like a doggy She's bad, nobody is badder But she got more crabs than a seafood platter Bitch on the gang move, to skizz me Just to say "i got fucked by eazy" So i slapped the ho' like a pimp I might be a women-beater but i'm not a pussy-eater So when the shit hits the fan it's outta my mouth You don't like what i'm talkin' about All of ya'll can just suck my dick You can quote me now cuz i'm still talkin' shit .. -=- cut -=- The boy's good, i told you the boy's good The nigga has talent You don't know a damn thing Yeah, i like that part, bring that shit back one more time, maestro I can do the bagaloo That old shit did'nt play out in 1967 ... Hey fuck you, fuck you .. |
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from Eazy-E - Eazy-Duz-It W/5150 Ep (2002)
We want eazy!
Well, clap ya hands then-come on Clap ya hands everybody Clap ya hands, come on, come on Put ya hands together and clap 'em Now can y'all say Eazy Come on, say it EAZ-Y Everybody come on, EAZ-Y... People from everywhere gather around Checkin' out the sound that Eazy is throwin' down With some help from Ren and Dre Makin' a way with dope style Yo Eazy, what ya gotta say A miracle of modern creation Eazy E's on the set Hyped up with the bass And a little bit of what ya love From a brother who's smooth like a criminal I mean subliminal Otherwise known as a villain Because I'm ruthless When I spot a sucka, I kill 'em But most I think know not to deal with me Yo, it's obvious, tell 'em who you came to see EAZ-Y... Yeah 'cuz this is the way I know you like it So you won't strike it I took it and I hyped it And now that it's done, I know ya pleased At how the E just duz it with ease Just imagine a crowd screamin', a girl dreamin' Just to get a picture of me 'n' my B-O-Y-Z From the H-double-O-D N.W.A., down with me Strong 'n' I'm ragin' Turn the page 'n' See I'm not a son of a gun I'm a gauge 'n' Nuthin' can avoid this shot 'cause it's hittin' It's so cool when you touch it, wear a mitten I'm comin' off raw into ya speaker Makin' the suckas on the street feel weaker But most I think know not to deal with me Yo, it's obvious, tell 'em who you came to see EAZ-Y... Aw, never, I'm just too clever So, in fact, that no one can sever A blow from a maniac and yo, I make it clear So a register is all I hear Money overturned, then I jet To make another hit, for you to go and get Record stores sold out because you love it Another example of how Eazy duz it EAZ-Y We want Eazy... Check it out! Funny Jokes Back To Search Browse All Lyrics Voting: Rating: 3.3 7 votes Rate this song! Eazy-E! Vote for Eazy-E! Other songs by Eazy-E |
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from 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 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 [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 [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 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 - Eazy-Duz-It W/5150 Ep [Edited Version] (2002)
My eternal jam is the juice of the radio Takin' out profanity so they can play it though Listen to a hell of a kick and the high hat Going to the record store say ya gonna buy That the e is connected to the a and the z ya say y So that's how the beats stack it up on material made of hits Takin' my time of eastline to make sure it fit Push play on the instrumental thats recorded Step on stage and i'm suddenly awarded Some sort of track appeared like a plaque And some hell of a screen from the girls in the back Takin' a bow cause i got style Never at the bottom of the ways on the top of the pile Yo it's eazy on top even though i'm short Guarenteed to help when i walk on the court So get up make some noise for the gangsta clap Gonna tip the laugh i'm not a pranksta I'm serious dre my sounds so quit playin' around Cause i'mma break it down [eazy-e] Last time i was takin' my time with this But other suckaz were makin' a rhyme with this I had to change the tip or make it hyper But they was rotten, i was gettin' riper Ready to go, like never before Givin' you more because i'm ready to score Ren is my buddy you can tell i said often Helpin' me destroy the suckaz that's softin' Curin' diseases, my rhyme pleases, throw it a key Balls havin' seasons, this is a doc trim And i'm locked in, and i made up my mind And i think i'm gonna rock then You got beaches chill and i'mma push ya To freeze after i'll cut ya cause i'mma butcher And say ya have pricin' and then out ya go Cause a percentage on point bellys are very low Messin' with a gun but once ya get hurt Like a said before ya get rushed to the dirt I'm not a law man, but i'mma raw man M.c. ren: "but ya the dopest one i ever saw!" I keep droppin' it pound for pound And when i'm on the mic i always throw down To keep y'all dancin' to my funky sound So listen cause i'mma break it down [eazy-e] Now look at me and not the poster And you could see right off i got the most of The talent, experience or a trade And complements for the rhyme thats made Talks over today if this one so Pick another artist and dis one I got the ballet of the chosen vote Cause i don't need water to clear my throat Comin' from the rain the show is like dancin' Nasty like and the girls are like glancin' Wantin' to get wit me this routine Keepin' it sprung still stayin' mean Can ya dis this man i don't think so Once i start writin' the way i let the ink go Comin' out with songs like hit after hit Cause this is legit and yours ain't shit Makin' it sound so dope cause i'm a genius But your amazed with ya happy to see this Brother go crazy on wax Flowin' away like if i was on a sax Doin' a solo in the shade i'm a spotlight Relax and chill while your up tight Pumpin' up the funky sounds Yo you should know it's kinda persist That the e is gonna break it down |
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from Eazy-E - Eazy-Duz-It W/5150 Ep [Edited Version] (2002)
Hahahah 5150,,,,hahahahah tha home for tha sick hahahahah
But I got something I want everybody to know Hahahahahahahaha Hey buddy boy, hey buddy (pisp) (pisp) buddy boy, hey, You know who you are mutha fucker. hahahahah You thought I couldnt do it with out ya right, hahahahahah You stupid mutha fucka, but anyway, buddy, Im Baaaaaaack Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaahahahahahahahahaa EAT A DICK UP MUTHA FUCKA |
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from Eazy-E - Eazy-Duz-It W/5150 Ep [Edited Version] (2002)
<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
First up high on a roof top Like a bird I'm havin' evil thoughts A black hood covers my face And death flows through my mind at it's own pace Sometimes I feel like a super hero Urgin' to free my kind I'm so accurate I shoot ya heart with a dime Now I'm back to the moral of my tale I see a victim, and then my thoughts fail My minds still fumblin' with the present slavery I'm here to save you but who's to save me I hold my strap so long that my palms all wet I put finger on the fit and then the side a check I make the kill here's the deal After the trigger's pulled then the death is sealed So it's the shots that sing out like a piper Everyones scared I'm the neighborhood sniper <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Eazy-E]</i> So my boy is a snitch I put my gun up to his head And simply scared the bitch boo Being the E ya know I'm thinkin' devious thoughts Take off ya clothes nigga and here comes a plot His bitch was scared she made a move I pulled the trigger Now the room is red Now there's nothing left but a snitch Here's a four leaf clover punk make a wish One <i>[Shot]</i> two <i>[Shot]</i> three strikes your out This nigga is dead and now I'm lookin' for a window I made my escape the cops chase Duckin' to an alley so they don't recognize my face The boy had to pay the piper So they all stayin' fair of a neighborhood sniper <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Eazy-E]</i> I'm Doin' dirt as I continue my mission Killin' all fools as an addiction As a E lovin' the game leavin a shame And in my heart I feel no muthafuckin' pain Because my heart is cold as I was told And my A.K.47 I stand bold Rippin' up shit with the fury of my gun shot Pop pop pow as I watch the muthafucka drop Lovin' the site as the blood spill Take a photograph, to keep in my hard as I was sayin' calm And never hyper as I succeed in my mission I be a neighborhood sniper <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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from Eazy-E - Eazy-Duz-It W/5150 Ep [Edited Version] (2002)
<i>[Female:]</i> We're sitting here with Eazy E
Believe that <i>[Female:]</i> How are you doing ? Allright <i>[Female:]</i> So, Eazy, tell me, how was your life as a youngster ? <i>[Verse One: Eazy-E]</i> Ruthless, my style as a juvenile Ran with a gang, slanged in the meanwhile Bankin, I specialized in gankin whites, Mexicans, brothers and others Daily, it's all about comin up Makin sure no punks are runnin up (<i>[Eazy E:]</i> Because I'm a gangster havin fun) Strapped with a gat when I'm walkin through Compton Terrible, I never listened to my mother It went in one ear, and out the other Ran my gang, sold undercover Call a girl out a name, yo I ain't no lover I'm a pimp, mack daddy, lookin for the dollar At thirteen I bought a six-fo' Impala Rollin, and runnin from the police Brother don't you know you can't trust a thief or thug, convict, hoodlum or criminal Leave your car open, gank for your stereo Hard and raw, no regard for the law (<i>[Female:]</i> Eazy E, were you ever caught slipping?) Hell no! Just trippin off 8-ball And girls ain't nothin but female dogs to me Bitches! I'm sorry for that verse It's in my nature, I gotta curse out anybody gettin on my nerves You get beat, ganked, broke and served So... you know who I am and if you don't like it, I really don't give a damn <i>[Female:]</i> Hmm, I see, so you're rather violent? Sometimes <i>[Female:]</i> Ok, what would be the situation when you so-called "gank" somebody? <i>[Verse Two: Eazy-E]</i> Wait... for some people to leave I got another trick up my sleeve Step with pep to the back of the house Look then... all the lights are out Grabbed the door and it's locked, so easily made my way to the window Lift it up slow, cause it takes timing Looked around, and then I climbed in Once inside, I start takin Cause you know it's no time for shakin Get what you gonna get, front and center or get five years for breakin and enter Move quickly, but no runnin Shht, I think somebody's comin Hear the front door key, and I flee out the back door with a fist full of jewelry Over the wall... don't fall Wipe my sweat cause that was a close call Gettin ganked by the E is a lesson So... is there any more questions? <i>[Female:]</i> Yes, as a matter of fact, there is... Have you ever been involved in, like, a armed robbery or a hold-up? You mean a 211? <i>[Female:]</i> Yeah <i>[Verse Three: Eazy-E]</i> There's a store, but don't point Walk inside, case the joint One man behind the counter, another in the back Go out to the car and load the gat Grabbed the ski mask, here's the task Go in broke, come out with cash (<i>[Female:]</i> Were you slick?) Yeah, you gotta be cunnin Told Ice Cube to leave the car runnin Walked in, said: "This is a robbery" Didn't need the money, it's just a hobby Fill the bag, homeboy, don't lag I want money, beer, and a pack of zig-zags The man in the back had a camera so he came out to test his stamina against Eazy E, but he took one Fell to the floor, so I ran back to the bucket, then I said: "Punch it" Took the gun, and then dumped it I'm not like Robin Hood, cause I want more Steal from the rich, hang with the poor My pockets are fat, you see, it don't matter to me I feel like nobody is badder than me (<i>[Female:]</i> Is all that true ?) I don't lie You see... I'm not mister nice guy <i>[Female:]</i> Oh, so you're not exactly a role model? Not exactly <i>[Female:]</i> And for your listeners, what does Eazy think of himself? <i>[Outro: Eazy-E]</i> Bad and bold, you can't get with this Those that tried, you're on my hit list Can't be caught, sought or fought thought, and damn so what? Down and dirty from the C-P-T N-W-A and Eazy-E One more, before we end this session (<i>[Female:]</i> What's your real name?) No more questions! |
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from Eazy-E - Eazy-Duz-It W/5150 Ep [Edited Version] (2002)
Yo Ren, you're ready to go get this move?
[Believe that, boy] You're strapped? [Yeah, you know it] Let's go do this, man, I got it all planned out [Yeah, shoot any motherfucker that moves] *pow* ["Alright everybody..."] This is a stick-up, everybody get face-down Ren, gag their mouths so they can't make a sound Tie em up for the fact that I'm kickin ass I got my hand on my gat, and I'm tempted to blast My name is Eazy, but I go the hard way out This ain't personal, but now I'm about to commit a crime and go thru with it You know what, no need for shakin, because I'm used to it Take out the security guard with a slap of my hand Yeah, he's wearin' a badge, but he's a ol ass man Pump his ass in the head, and take his gun so me and the punk can go one on one Cover the lens on the TV screen you know, so me and my gang just can't be seen Lock the doors, and throw away the key Close the blinds, so no motherfuckers can see and smile, you know, cause I'm controllin the shit and no sucker ass nigga's gonna stop the hit Wardrobes and locs, and a Ruthless shirt That means I'm ready to work, and rush a fool to the dirt, so Chorus: ["Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt"] *pow* (repeat 4X) [Alright, anybody move and I'll blow your fuckin head off] Allright... Empty your pockets, but do it slow Take everything you got and lay it on the fuckin floor Don't make me have to set an example today and blow one of you crazy motherfuckers away I'm in a bank, and it's a little bit funny takin all you stupid motherfuckers' money Peepin at a bitch cause my dick's on hard Laughin at the dumb ass security guard who's tied up for the moment, not sayin' a word I should have known it before, the motherfucker's a nerd But back to the bitches I'm peepin and then untie the hoe, so I can start creepin Took her to the backroom, about to jack Cold trailed the bitch, with a gun in the back I said: "Lay down, and unbutton your bra!" There was the biggest titties that a nigga ever saw I said: "Damn", then the air got thinner Only thought in my mind, was goin' up in her The suspense was makin' me sick She took her panties down and the bitch had a dick! I said: "Damn", dropped the gat from my hand [What I thought was a bitch, was nothing but a man] Put the gat to his legs, all the way up his skirt because this is one faggot that I had to hurt, so [Chorus] [I said get down. I want you all face-down on the floor Anybody moves and I shoot] Stackin up the money and there's more to collect cause I don't give a fuck, I take traveler's checks Yo, Ren, peep out the window, and tell me what you see [Three motherfuckin police starin at me; what to do now?] Hurry up and get on Allright, tell me, who is the motherfuckin alarm? I'm a give ya a chance, and count to three or else five of ya bitches are comin with me [Police: Allright, Allright, come out niggaz, or we're coming in This is the only chance to turn yourself in] Fuck you! We got hostages, and plenty of loot and don't give a damn and not afraid to shoot We're sendin out the hostages, all except five and if you don't meet our demands, they won't stay alive We want a copter, so we can get away clean and take some pussy along, if you know what I mean One hostage got brave, and got off the floor but I smoked his ass before he got to the door [Police: They shot a hostage, they shot a hostage!] [MC Ren: You stupid motherfucker tryin' to run now you're dead as fuck tryin' to race a gun] [Police: Allright, this is the last chance to get off your ass or else the tear gas is about to blast] I ran to the back and Ren followed behind to a hell of a spot that was hard to find The bank was fucked up, the shit was smokin with screamin hostages, runnin and chokin Gettin away, but I was suddenly stopped at point blank range, by a motherfuckin cop And I hope they don't think that a lesson was taught cause a nigga like the E was finally caught My gat wouldn't fire, the shit wouldn't work So, y'all know what time it is Chorus [Police: Well I'm giving you five seconds to let us thru the gate or I'm gonna shoot two of your guards] [Hehe, they got me once, but they'll never get me again] |
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from Eazy-E - Eazy-Duz-It W/5150 Ep [Edited Version] (2002)
[Chorus:Repeat x4]
Only if you want it Yes I really want it Can I get an eye open up Eazy locin' up Smokin' up Much dust like a nut what Give it up for the real stuff Shut the what up Back the shut up what Hustler from the hood hoe Hopin' and mud rub The finishin' touches Would sure went rubbers Comin' in bunches Could serve like lunches Hold ya horses here's where the source is Not very tall but never took a short kid With a clip to claw Wouldn't draw McGraw I trick a law before all and all I'm raw A naughty shorty, sporty with a forty A laddy takin' tours, just to plan an orgy A nasty critter, any hoe hitter Hated my babysitter cause she wouldn't let me hit her Now get up on it, on and on get on it And I will pump it, only if you want it. [Chorus] Here's something from the ding dong cause I really care how long ya been strong grown Here comes the switch dome chrome Couldn't hang with the king Out the rudder but I call for a yes y'all toots My style is just as fresh as a dusch bush I face ya fact throw a heck just like woody wooder And if I left that means I should of booger Here's a new track, for all the new jacks I'm kickin' it the hardest so gimmie my shoes back So I live when I step it's the pimp And I rep so make a right and get left quick So try to play strong and long gone The flow is kinda funky but far from Armstrong Get up on it, on and on get on it And I will pump it, only if you want it. [Chorus] Ooooooh a new jack! a new jack! Kid I swear I saw a puddy cat Back back smack, here comes a witty black Endin' in a skull high I'm bout to show why Eazy's fillin' caps cause my gat's in the low ride Bang when the gat sneaks, two in the back seat My homie rides shotgun waitin' to spot one Duh is a fool who don't ride to slide to a ride I'm shudder shakin' the place when I start hey So don't butter, Eazy-E but a park hey The only thing to flow these now to be fly is a feather I see the smilin' faces of while they sick Ya know me better, hard Rodney kid Gettin' Cali kid, now ya know it boy Left up in the alley dead Now get up on it, on and on get on it And I will pump it, only if you want it. [Chorus] |
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from Eazy-E - Eazy-Duz-It W/5150 Ep [Edited Version] (2002)
And we're gonna go to the phones right now and find out what's goin' on. Hello, who is this ?] [Guy1: Yo, what's up ? This is Lorenzo Patterson] [DJ: Yo man, where you callin' from ?] [Guy1: I'm callin' from Compton and I wanna hear Eazy E's new record] [DJ: What's it called man ?] [Guy1: Yo, it's called "Radio"] [DJ: We got it, you called the right station. And here it is...] Eazy E rockin' non stop on the radio with the funky fresh hip hop in stereo Release some rhymes that you will find demandin' with Dre's beats that are so outstandin' I'm gettin' busy if you know what I mean Always settin' me a mark in the hip hop scene On the radio the greatest of all times like Mohammed Ali cause I punch rhymes So tune your station, and clear all the static and tell the truth: you didn't know that I had it in me, to be easy about the situation So just kick it and listen to the station playin' my music, it's hard to lose it It's constantly on request cause you choose it I'm Eazy E, my rap is strong [and your radio's def when my record's on _ LL Cool J] [chorus:] [You wanna know why...because...] I'm on the... [Radio (echo) _ Chuck D] [Dr.Dre: Yeah, ruthless radio is in effect, Dr.Dre and Yella boy is in ya system. And right about now we got Eazy E and MC Ren in the studio takin' calls. So give'em a call and ask'em how they're doin'] [ring] Hello, this is Eazy E. What's your name ? [Girl1: Hi, this is Joyce. I'd like to know if I can have your phone number?] Yes, it's 9-7-6... [click] Now I wanna turn up my box, and make much noise and rock the party and shock all the B-boys Take on my radio from phono to tuner I wouldn't have did it, later but sooner Now I move my antenna to the center then grab a hold of the handle and (??) then bust a rhyme, you know I won't quit it Am I lyin', Ren ? [MC Ren: Man, you know you're witty] Your request is clear, that you're givin' Without Eazy E you wouldn't be livin' with me on a top 10, or a mix show So hit your power button, and let's go on vacation, with your station that's playin' live in every location Blowin' out ya speaker it won't get weaker I'll keep rockin' till I hit the peek And your station is dope E-A-Z-Y It's on the air, but you axe why I took out the cursin', and took rehearsin' I feel dry, you know that I'm thirstin' to get busy; I don't quit it and once you hear my cut, I know you're gonna get it Then bust a rhyme, while you're clappin' your hands It's Eazy E on the air [rockin' without a band] [chorus] [DJ: You're on the radio, on K-EAZY-E, with Greg Mac. Don't forget to join us this friday night live, we'll be jammin' it uptown with my homeboys Eazy E, of course, N.W.A. and the whole Compton posse. Can't make it out but, hey, stay eazy, and stay it on K-EAZY-E... with more...radio] Now disc jockeys are playin' me in rotation hittin' number one spots across the nation I'm on the charts, you can go list'em but now listen, I'm on your system AM or FM, I'm in power You hear my music once every hour So listen up to the rhyme and percussion but do this with no discussion Eazy's easin' fans I'm pleasin' Why, I'm on top yo, I got reason With no profanity, but what can I say Yo Dre [Dr.Dre: What up ?] Do it your way On the radio you get more looser Take my word you're a dope producer We combine to put out hits but jealous people, they just have fits cause we get airplay, but we're not thru Dre, am I serious ? [Dr.Dre: Cold word] Well thank you ! People that hear me, they know what I'm sayin' On the air, I don't be playin' Just gettin' my point across to the public Rhymin' on the radio, that's my subject I can play [rock], but I prefer [hip hop] It's Eazy E on your radio non stop ! [chorus] [MC Ren: Yo, this is MC Ren, can you comprehend ? We're for bite just like TNT. Yo, what's the time ?] [Girl2: Hi, my name is Tushie and I'd like to know when I get paid, motha...] [plop] [Dr.Dre: You got ganked... Hello, you're on the air. What's up ?] [Girls: Hello, we'd like to speak to that cuty pie DJ speed] [DJ Speed: Yo, this is DJ speed. What's up ?] [Girls: The joke's on you, Jack ! Hahaha !] [Dr.Dre: Hello, you're on the air] [Guy3: Hey, what's up ? This is Nasty Naz callin' from Seattle] [Dr.Dre: Hey, what's happenin', homeboy ?] [Guy3: I'm callin' to be on Eazy E's new record, "Radio"] [Dr.Dre: Man, you're late. The record is already o...] |
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from Eazy-E - Eazy-Duz-It W/5150 Ep [Edited Version] (2002)
Good evening, and welcome to eazy's playhouse, You stupid muthafuckaaaaaa! [a low bass metal voice .. ] Now that you got the album, What the fuck are you gonna do with it, Bitch bitch bitch bitch ... Eazily i aproach, the microphone because i ain't no joke Tell your momma to get off of my tip I have no time to give her my dick I'm gonna hold it And walk around the stage and If you fuck up i'm goin' to get my gage and Unload the barrel and lough Cuz i'm puttin' led in your mothafuckin' ass Psychopathic, but the ho's are attracted Because when i'm on hard my dick's at least a yard In the days of old i was a nut Now i need at least 3 ho's when i fuck Cuz i do a check, nut 1 nut 2 Then i save my nut for when there's nothin' else to do You're used to the crew, bitch Cuz i would never quit As soon as you think that's it i'm still talkin' shit -=- cut -=- I told you that nigga was crazy E boy, that's my boy, godamnit -=- cut -=- I got a fable that you need to listen to It's a funky little rhyme about a bitch or a two One sharone and the other one shine I want to nut but which one do i want? Shine said eazy let me fuck you blind And sharon said e i want to blow your mind I said fuck it, i know what should be done Just pull your panties down and i'll fuck the biggest one And then i get the other pussy put it in the freezer So i can always have a on-hold skeezer Get out to tick it, i do it like that So i told the ho's to take a big step back Took the zipper down, i'z wide and said Here's what i'm gonna put inside Grab it like a rabbit, grab it let's wreck it But i won't love you, When i'm done i'd still be talkin' shit ... -=- cut -=- That boy'z good Yeah that boy's good That mothafucka'z talkin' all kinds of shit I used to get pussy like eazy here and every day You're mothafuckin' lyin' How you know i'm mothafuckin' lyin'? You're lyin', your dick can't get hard .. Oh, suck my dick mothafucka Nigga you lied Who you're talkin' to..? ... -=- cut -=- Dre : wait a minute, wait a minute, cut that shit, Hey yo yella boy! let's rewind it! -=- cut -=- Niggaz don't see i'm a 100% legit And you know it ain't about all that bullshit It's about fuckin' this bitch and that bitch But not the bitch with the 7 day itch, like that ho' Just throwin' me the pussy She says she wants to do it like a doggy She's bad, nobody is badder But she got more crabs than a seafood platter Bitch on the gang move, to skizz me Just to say "i got fucked by eazy" So i slapped the ho' like a pimp I might be a women-beater but i'm not a pussy-eater So when the shit hits the fan it's outta my mouth You don't like what i'm talkin' about All of ya'll can just suck my dick You can quote me now cuz i'm still talkin' shit .. -=- cut -=- The boy's good, i told you the boy's good The nigga has talent You don't know a damn thing Yeah, i like that part, bring that shit back one more time, maestro I can do the bagaloo That old shit did'nt play out in 1967 ... Hey fuck you, fuck you .. |
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from Eazy-E - Eazy-Duz-It W/5150 Ep [Edited Version] (2002)
We want eazy!
Well, clap ya hands then-come on Clap ya hands everybody Clap ya hands, come on, come on Put ya hands together and clap 'em Now can y'all say Eazy Come on, say it EAZ-Y Everybody come on, EAZ-Y... People from everywhere gather around Checkin' out the sound that Eazy is throwin' down With some help from Ren and Dre Makin' a way with dope style Yo Eazy, what ya gotta say A miracle of modern creation Eazy E's on the set Hyped up with the bass And a little bit of what ya love From a brother who's smooth like a criminal I mean subliminal Otherwise known as a villain Because I'm ruthless When I spot a sucka, I kill 'em But most I think know not to deal with me Yo, it's obvious, tell 'em who you came to see EAZ-Y... Yeah 'cuz this is the way I know you like it So you won't strike it I took it and I hyped it And now that it's done, I know ya pleased At how the E just duz it with ease Just imagine a crowd screamin', a girl dreamin' Just to get a picture of me 'n' my B-O-Y-Z From the H-double-O-D N.W.A., down with me Strong 'n' I'm ragin' Turn the page 'n' See I'm not a son of a gun I'm a gauge 'n' Nuthin' can avoid this shot 'cause it's hittin' It's so cool when you touch it, wear a mitten I'm comin' off raw into ya speaker Makin' the suckas on the street feel weaker But most I think know not to deal with me Yo, it's obvious, tell 'em who you came to see EAZ-Y... Aw, never, I'm just too clever So, in fact, that no one can sever A blow from a maniac and yo, I make it clear So a register is all I hear Money overturned, then I jet To make another hit, for you to go and get Record stores sold out because you love it Another example of how Eazy duz it EAZ-Y We want Eazy... Check it out! Funny Jokes Back To Search Browse All Lyrics Voting: Rating: 3.3 7 votes Rate this song! Eazy-E! Vote for Eazy-E! Other songs by Eazy-E |
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from Ali G Indahouse (못말리는 알리) by Adam F [ost] (2002)
Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes When I'm called off, I got a sawed off Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off You too, boy, if ya fuck with me The police are gonna hafta come an |
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from Def Squad - Def Squad Presents Erick Dnasis (2000)
(Erick Onasis)
Yeah, check it out Where Eazy at man? (I think he over there dude) Where he at? damn (Oh aight cool) Yo, I'm the rocka man (Who?) Glock cocka man (Who?) Blocka blocka man (You!) can't stoppa man Technique I freak Make chicks strip to bare meat Leavin' nuttin' on but their shoes No rules, I'm dumbin' out in the bathroom Gettin' sucked off 'till I bust off E single to mingle Blow somethin' in they ear to make'em tingle Earrings watch'em jingle (uh!) Leave the spot jump in the car escape Bouncin', with the new biggie smalls tape Dead wrong down sunset haven't had fun yet Me not the E, you wanna make a bet? Remember this, lounge you in the danger zone E got the blocks on snipe the drop zone (uh!) Peep the whip, I'm sittin' on twenty inch Brobbit's And y'all sittin' on garbage (huh!) Feel me baby the way I be movin' Watch what I'm doin', got the spot brewin' Off the hook in here, you can smell it, gangsta I'll let Eazy E tell it Chorus (Eazy-E) (4x) Feel the beat! Bein' a gangsta is so neat Yeah! gangsta beat for the street (Eazy-E) I got beef for the street to the beach I'll be rollin' Never see me strollin' 40's I'll be holdin' Girls in the daisys drive eazy crazy Rolled up my windows as I turned on my AC Rollin' down crenshaw see the hoe's joggin' Sunday nights poppin' See the 4's hoppin' My stereo's bumpin' the A-T-L funk You can call it what you want Either way the shit bumps Chorus (4x) (Erick Onasis) Yeah, yeah yeah feel me y'all (who?) The emcee y'all (yo!) Who I be y'all, E, thats me y'all Shining call me the black Jack Nicholson Heeeres Erick, for those thats listening Yeah, I'm right there block the glare when you stare Cover your face when I'm in the place (uh, uh) E, the boy in the east, got green eyes wit' telekenisis keep dime pieces, snatch ya feat, it's a full time jack move (RIIIIGHT!) Eazy E and E make a jack move The combo ya hear here, sound so sweet Gangsta beats for the streets Chorus (4x) |
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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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