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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton (1988)
"Kick that shit!" -) Flavor Flav {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*echoes*} Cool kickin ass {*scratch*} cool kickin ass {*scratch*} Cool kickin ass {*scratch*} "Kich that shit!" "Pull up a chair.." -) Rakim {*echoes*} [Verse One: Eazy-E] I don't drink brass monkey, like to be funky Nickname Eazy-E yo' 8 ball junkie Bass drum kickin, to show my shit Rappin holdin my dick boy, I don't quit Crowd rockin motherfucker from around the way I got a six-shooter, yo' mean I'm brave Rollin through the hood, to find the boys to kick dust and cuss, crank up some noise Police on my drawers, I have to pause 40 ounce in my lap and it's freezin my balls I hook a right turn and let the boys go past then I say to myself, "They can kiss my ass!" Hip to get drunk got the 8 in my lips Put in the old tape Marvin Gaye's greatest hits Turn the shit up had the bass cold whompin Cruisin through the Eastside, South of Compton See a big ass, and I say word I took a look at the face, and the bitch was to the curb Hoes on my tip for the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin I, was.. "Cool kickin ass" I, was.. "Raised in L.A." I, was.. "Cruisin down the street in my six-fo'" -) Eazy {"Too, much, posse!" -) Flavor Flav} [Verse Two: Eazy-E] Ridin on Slausson lookin for Crenshaw Turned down the sound, to ditch the law Stopped at a light and had a fit cause a Mexican almost wrecked my shit Flipped his ass off, put it to the floor Bottle was empty so I went to the store Nigga on tilt cause I was drunk See a sissy-ass punk, had to go in my trunk Reached inside cause it's like that Came back out with a silver gat Fired at the punk, and it was all because I had to show the nigga what time it was Pulled out the jammy and like a mirage a sissy like that got out of Dodge Sucka on me cause the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin "Fuck it up y'all!" -) repeat 6X {"YEAH!!!", *guitar riff* -) Beastie Boys} [Verse Three: Eazy-E] Olde English 800 cause that's my brand Take it in a bottle, 40, quart, or can Drink it like a madman, yes I do Fuck the police and a 502 Stepped in the party, I was drunk as hell Three bitches already said, "Eric yo' breath smells!" 40 ounce in hand, that's what I got "Yo man you see Eazy earlin in the parkin lot?" Stepped on your foot, cold dissed yo' hoe Asked her to dance and she said, "Hell no!" Called her a bitch cause that's the rule "Bitch, who you callin a bitch?!" Boys in the hood tryin to keep me cool You tell my homeboy you wanna kick my butt I walked in your face and we get 'em up I start droppin the dogs, and wathc you fold Just dumb full of cum, got knocked out cold "Made you look sick you snotty-nosed prick! Now your fly bitch is all over his dick!" Punk got dropped cause the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin "Stomp a mudhole in your ass!" -) Flavor Flav "Stomp a mudhole in your ass, BITCH!" -) Flav [Verse Four: Eazy-E] Pass the brew motherfucker while I tear shit up and y'all listen up close to roll call Eazy-E's in the place I got money and juice Rendezvous with me and we make the deuce Dre makes the beats so god damn funky Do the Olde 8, fuck the brass monkey Ice Cube writes the rhymes, that I say Hail to the niggaz from C.I.A. Crazy D is down and in effect We make hardcore jams, so fuck respect Make a toast punky-punk to the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*echoes*} {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*scratched to end*} |
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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton (1988)
Ah yeah, right about now Compton's in de mothafuckin' house [yeah do it do it]
NWA's in full effect Hey yo yella boy, kick me that funky-ass beat Yeah, who's in de mothafuckin' house? Compton's in the mothafuckin' house! Yeah, Compton's definetly in the house Hey yo Ren, what we're gonna do? [MC Ren] To the people over here To the people over there To the people, the people, the people, people, the people, the people People From everywhere watching the show Paying top dolars because they know When we're on the stage, we're in a mothafuckin' range So Dre, why don't you get the 12 guage [yeah] And show 'em how Eazy-Duz-It So if you punks wanna make somethin' of it Step up, run up, get up, what's up sucker You want some of this? Then you're a stupid mothafucka! Kickin' - like the kick from a kickdrum Yella boy on the drum gettin' dumb Programmin' - a beat that's hittin' And if you listen then you know we're not bullshittin' Dope - like a pound or a key So shut de fuck up and listen to me I make a killin I got money to the ceiling [why's that?] 'cause I'm a mothafuckin' ruthless villain MC Ren - stomping any fool in my way With some help from my homeboy Dre [Dr. Dre] Now my name iz Dre - de mothafuckin' doctor Rippin' shit up [oh yeah] and here to rock ya With some help from my homeboy E The criminal of the ruthless posse Fuckin' it up [word up] iz what we do The reputation of the NWA crew Gettin' busy because we're cold stampin' And we're born and raised And we're born and raised And we're born and raised in Compton Speakin' of Compton, it's makin' me sick [why?] Everybody'z talkin' that crazy shit Sayin' they were raised in the CPT [aha] Just as I was, they try to be like me Poppin' that shit, get the fuck out my face Knowin' that they never even seen the place Claimin' my city is my city they claim Mothafuckaz we're about to put some salt in your game .. Yeah I'm tired of these mothafuckerz runnin' around town, talkin' about They're from Compton and shit, tryin' to get on the bandwagon .. Yeah Dre, I know what you're sayin' man, but let's tell 'em who we're Talkin' about .. WHAT DO YOU CALL A CREW THAT CAN RAP LIKE THAT ...? Yo NWA call 'em mothafuckaz wack.. [yeah you know what time it iz, listen to why we call 'em wack] They got a wacky wack record wit a wacky wack crew Yo what about the lyrics? That shit's wacky wack too With a fucked up style and a fucked up show Hey yo Ren, what about the scratchin', is it def? Fuck no! The mothafuckin' record is so mothafuckin' wack The mothafuckin' cracka jack needs to step the fuck back ... Do you want some of this? Hell no .. Dre the mothafuckin' doctor Well for the record it's Ren and for the street it's Villain Dre the mothafuckin' doctor Well for the record it's Ren and for the street it's Villain Yella boy, why don't you kick me one of them funky-ass beats? My boy .. my boy .. my boy Ice Cube Yo we got my homeboy Eazy E in de house Won't you tell 'em what your name iz? [MC Ren] MC Ren is the mothafuckin' Coroner I'm gettin' rid of mothafuckaz as if they was a foreigner Show no greed to pretend when I sin I punch you can block it but I'm a still get in This ain't a TKO in the first But it's some shit from a nigga in black it's much worse Then a beat from Tyson 'cause Ren is not nice and Your ass is better off just rollin' a dice and Findin' you a number for luck 'cause you all need it when you see I don't give a fuck My identity, and the shit is gettin' shown Without a video I'm still gettin' on I'm at a show then my picture is takin' One click of the flash and punk niggaz are breakin' To the door, tryin' to join my fan club Lipstickin' over one of my dubs And it's the minimal scratch for the moment Until I fuck up the so called opponet That's standing in the zone of the twilight Sayin' how in de fuck did he get mixed up in my fight It was'nt a mistake, it was a set-up So until I'm finished poppin' my lyrics you should shut up And don't attempt to speak Because it's bad enough you rollin' up shit quick With a nigga like Ren about the hit Now lemme hear you mothafuckaz talk some more shit I'm a bust your ass in your mouth, Yo, unless you're sayin' "Compton's in de house" [Dr. Dre] Who realy cares - about a sucker on a take off Bust de move, we can have a shake n' bake-off Me and you can go 'cause I don't care yo Rap fight or guerilla warfare We can rumble, 'cause when my lungs go in and out I kick rhymes in a bundle to win about Or scarier scaffle I just muffle the opposition, there's no competition Let 'em know that Dre is gettin' stronger Compton's in de house but now it's some' longer I won't get set-up, shut up, I'm kinda fed up You can say uncle and I still won't let up 'cause Dre is the mothafuckin' doctor And if me and Ren's on the mike it's like propaganda, no doubt "Boy you should've known by now" .. Compton's in the house Yeah, it's time to put Compton on de map, don't ever think you can get it on You stupid mothafuckaz! Compton's in the house .. |
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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton (1988)
Yo Dre!! [Ice Cube] It was once said by a man who couldn't quit "Dopeman," please can I have another hit The dopeman said, "Cluck, I don't give a shit if your girl kneel down, and suck my dick" It all happened and the guy tried to choke her Nigga didn't care, she ain't nothin but a smoker That's the way goes, that's the name of the game Young brother gettin over by slangin 'caine Gold around his neck in 14 K heaven Bitches clockin on his dick twenty-four/seven Plus he's makin money, keep the bassheads waitin Rollin six-fo' wit the fresh ass Daytons Livin in Compton, Cailfornia C-A His uzi up yo' ass if he don't get paid Nigga beggin for credit, he's knockin out teeth Clockin much dollars on the 1st and 15th Big wad of money nuttin less than a twenty Yo you want a five-oh the dopeman's got plenty To be a dopeman boy you must qualify Don't get high off your own supply From a ki' to a G it's all about money Ten piece for a champ, bass pipe comes free If people out there are not hip to the fact If you see somebody gettin money for crack he's the Chorus: N.W.A. Dopeman, dopeman! (Ay man, give me a hit) Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo man, fuck that shit!) Dopeman, dopeman! (We just can't quit!) Dopeman, dopeman! (Well suck this bitch!) [Dr. Dre] Wait a minute, wait a minute Who the fuck are you talkin to? Do you know who the fuck I am? Man I can't believe this shit This bitch is tryin to gank me Yo I oughta slap you upside yo' head with nine inches of limp dick [Ice Cube] You need a nigga with money so you get a dopeman Juice that fool for as much as you can She like his car, and he get wit her Got a black eye cause the dopeman hit her Let that slide and you pay it no mind Find that he's slappin you all the time But that's okay, cause he's so rich Ain't you ain't nuttin but a dopeman's bitch Do what he say and you keep your mouth shut Poppin that trash might get you fucked up Well sit and cry, if the dopeman strike you He don't give a fuck he got two just like you There's another girl in the dopeman's life Not quite a bitch but far from a wife She's called strawberry and everybody know strawberry strawberry is the neighborhood hoe Do anything for a hit or two Give the bitch a rock she fucked the whole damn crew It might be your wife and it might make you sick Come home and see her mouth on the dopeman's dick Strawberry, just look and you'll see her But don't fuck around she'll give you gonnorhea If people out there are not hip to the fact the strawberry is a girl sellin pussy for crack to the Chorus: N.W.A. Dopeman, dopeman! (Ay man, give me a hit) Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo man, fuck that shit!) Dopeman, dopeman! (In yo' face) Dopeman, dopeman! "Yo Dre!! Kick in the bass!!" [Ice Cube] If you smoke 'caine, you a stupid motherfucker Known around the hood as the schoolyard clucker Doin that crack with all the money you got On your hands and knees, searchin for a piece of rock Jonesin for a hit, and you're lookin for mo' Done stole the Alpine out of Eazy's six-fo' You need your ass whupped cause it's out of this earth To get a ten-piece need a dollar fifty work Knucklehead nigga, yeah you turned into a crook but swear up and down boy that you ain't hooked You beat your friend up, and you whupped his ass long cause he hit the pipe til the rock was all gone You robbin and stealin, buggin and illin while the dopeman's dealin, what is healin yo' pain Cocaine, this shit's insane Yo E she's a berry, let's run a train (Man, I wouldn't touch that bitch) me neither Hoe go home and wash out your beaver And niggaz out there messin up people's health Yo, what the fuck you gotta say for yourself? [Eazy-E] Well I'm the dopeman, yeah boy, wear a courderoy Money up to here but unemployed You keep smokin that rock and my pockets gettin bigger (Yo, got that five-oh double up nigga!) Yeah high rollin, big money I'm foldin Bitch on my tip for the dick I'm holdin Sprung strawberry jockin me so early Hoe you wanna hit you gotta get your knees dirty Now that's my life, that's how it's cut "Hey dopeman!" Bitch, shut the fuck up! Gotta make a run, it's a big money deal Gankers got the fake but you can get the real from the Chorus: N.W.A. Dopeman, dopeman! (Yeah that's me) Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo can I get a G?) Dopeman, dopeman! (Clock as much as he can) Fuck this shit who am I? THE DOPEMAN! [Eazy-E (as Mexican guy)] Yo Mr. Dopeman, you think you're slick You sold crack to my sister, and now she's sick But if she happens to die, because of your drug I'm puttin in your coolo, a thirty-eight slug |
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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton (1988)
[Dr. Dre]
Yo man there's a lot of brothers out there flakin and perpetratin but scared to kick reality [Ice Cube] Man, you been doin all this dope producin You ain't had a chance to show 'em what time it is [Dr. Dre] So what you want me to do? {Express yourself!} [Dr. Dre] I'm expressin with my full capabilities And now I'm livin in correctional facilities Cause some don't agree with how I do this I get straight and meditate like a Buddhist I'm droppin flava, my behaviour is hereditary But my technique is very necessary Blame it on Ice Cube; because he said it gets funky when you got a subject and a predicate Add it on a dope beat; and it'll make you think Some suckers just tickle me pink - to my stomach Cause they don't flow like this one You know what? I won't hesitate to diss one or two before I'm through, so don't try to sing this Some drop science; while I'm droppin english Even if Yella, makes it a-capella I still express, yo, I don't smoke weed or sess Cause it's known to give a brother brain damage And brain damage on the mic don't manage - NUTHIN but makin a sucka and you equal Don't be another sequel.. {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} [Dr. Dre] Now, gettin back to the PG That's program, and it's easy Dre is back, new jacks are made hollow Expressin ain't their subject because they like to follow the words, the style, the trend; the records I spin Again and again and again - yo, you're on the other end Whatch a brother playin dope rhymes, with no help There's no fessin or guessin while I'm expressin myself It's crazy to see people be what society wants them to be, but not me RUTHLESS, is the way to go, they know Others say rhymes which fail to be original or they kill where the hip-hop starts Forget about the ghetto, and rap for the pop charts Some musicians cuss at home But scared to use profanity when upon the microphone Yeah, they want reality, but you will hear none They'd rather exaggerate a little fiction Some say no to drugs, and take a stand But after the show, they go lookin for the "Dopeman" Or they ban my group from the radio Hear N.W.A. and say, "Hell no!" But you know it ain't all about wealth As long as you make a note to.. {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} [Dr. Dre] {Express yourself!} .. from the heart cause if you wanna start to move up the chart then expression is a big part of it You ain't efficient when you flow, you ain't swift Movin like a tortoise, full of rigor mortis There's a little bit more to show I got rhymes in my mind, embedded like an embryo or a lesson - all of 'em expression And if you start fessin, I got a Smith and Wessun for ya I might ignore your record because it has no bottom I get loose in the summer winter spring and autumn It's Dre on the mic, gettin physical Doin' the job, N.W.A is the lynch mob! Yes I'ma climb, but you know you need this And the knowledge is growin just like a fetus or a tumor, but here is the rumor Dre is in the neighborhood and he's up to no good When I start expressin myself, Yella, slam it Cause if I stay funky like this I'm doin damage Or I'ma be too hyped, and need a straight jacket I got knowledge, and other suckers lack it So, when you see Dre, a DJ on the mic Ask what it's like - it's like we're gettin hyped tonight Cause if I strike, it ain't for your good health But I won't strike if you just.. {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Go on and do it..} {*music fades*} |
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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton (1988)
[Dr. Dre]
Yo man there's a lot of brothers out there flakin and perpetratin but scared to kick reality [Ice Cube] Man, you been doin all this dope producin You ain't had a chance to show 'em what time it is [Dr. Dre] So what you want me to do? {Express yourself!} [Dr. Dre] I'm expressin with my full capabilities And now I'm livin in correctional facilities Cause some don't agree with how I do this I get straight and meditate like a Buddhist I'm droppin flava, my behaviour is hereditary But my technique is very necessary Blame it on Ice Cube; because he said it gets funky when you got a subject and a predicate Add it on a dope beat; and it'll make you think Some suckers just tickle me pink - to my stomach Cause they don't flow like this one You know what? I won't hesitate to diss one or two before I'm through, so don't try to sing this Some drop science; while I'm droppin english Even if Yella, makes it a-capella I still express, yo, I don't smoke weed or sess Cause it's known to give a brother brain damage And brain damage on the mic don't manage - NUTHIN but makin a sucka and you equal Don't be another sequel.. {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} [Dr. Dre] Now, gettin back to the PG That's program, and it's easy Dre is back, new jacks are made hollow Expressin ain't their subject because they like to follow the words, the style, the trend; the records I spin Again and again and again - yo, you're on the other end Whatch a brother playin dope rhymes, with no help There's no fessin or guessin while I'm expressin myself It's crazy to see people be what society wants them to be, but not me RUTHLESS, is the way to go, they know Others say rhymes which fail to be original or they kill where the hip-hop starts Forget about the ghetto, and rap for the pop charts Some musicians cuss at home But scared to use profanity when upon the microphone Yeah, they want reality, but you will hear none They'd rather exaggerate a little fiction Some say no to drugs, and take a stand But after the show, they go lookin for the "Dopeman" Or they ban my group from the radio Hear N.W.A. and say, "Hell no!" But you know it ain't all about wealth As long as you make a note to.. {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} [Dr. Dre] {Express yourself!} .. from the heart cause if you wanna start to move up the chart then expression is a big part of it You ain't efficient when you flow, you ain't swift Movin like a tortoise, full of rigor mortis There's a little bit more to show I got rhymes in my mind, embedded like an embryo or a lesson - all of 'em expression And if you start fessin, I got a Smith and Wessun for ya I might ignore your record because it has no bottom I get loose in the summer winter spring and autumn It's Dre on the mic, gettin physical Doin' the job, N.W.A is the lynch mob! Yes I'ma climb, but you know you need this And the knowledge is growin just like a fetus or a tumor, but here is the rumor Dre is in the neighborhood and he's up to no good When I start expressin myself, Yella, slam it Cause if I stay funky like this I'm doin damage Or I'ma be too hyped, and need a straight jacket I got knowledge, and other suckers lack it So, when you see Dre, a DJ on the mic Ask what it's like - it's like we're gettin hyped tonight Cause if I strike, it ain't for your good health But I won't strike if you just.. {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Go on and do it..} {*music fades*} |
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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton (1988)
Here's a little somethin' bout a nigga like me never shoulda been let out the penititary Ice Cube would like ta say That I'm a crazy mutha fucka from around the way Since I was a youth, I smoked weed out Now I'm the mutha fucka that ya read about Takin' a life or two that's what the hell I do, you don't like how I'm livin well fuck you! This is a gang, and I'm in it My man Dre'll fuck you up in a minute With a right left, right left you're toothless And then you say goddamn they ruthless! Everwhere we go they say [damn!] N W A's fuckin' up tha program And then you realize we don't care We don't just say no, we to busy sayin' yeah! To drinkin' straight out the eight bottle Do I look like a mutha fuckin role model? To a kid lookin' up ta me Life ain't nothin but bitches and money. Cause I'm tha type o' nigga that's built ta last If ya fuck wit me I'll put a foot in ya ass See I don't give a fuck 'cause I keep bailin Yo, what the fuck are they yellin Chorus: Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin "It's not about a salary, it's all about reality" - KRS One Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin "Hopin you sophisticated motherfuckers hear what I have to say" Verse Two: Ice Cube When me and my posse stepped in the house All the punk-ass niggaz start breakin out Cause you know, they know whassup So we started lookin for the bitches with the big butts Like her, but she keep cryin "I got a boyfriend" Bitch stop lyin Dumb-ass hooker ain't nuttin but a dyke Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like Walked over to em, and said, "Whassup?" The first nigga that I saw, hit em in the jaw Ren started stompin em, and so did E By that time got rushed by security Out the door, but we don't quit Ren said, "Let's start some shit!" I got a shotgun, and here's the plot Takin niggaz out with a flurry of buckshots Boom boom boom, yeah I was gunnin And then you look, all you see is niggaz runnin and fallin and yellin and pushin and screamin and cussin, I stepped back, and I kept bustin And then I realized it's time for me to go So I stopped, jumped in the vehicle It's like this, because of that who-ride N.W.A. is wanted for a homicide Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last Fuck wit me, I'll put my foot in your ass See I don't give a fuck, cause I keep bailin Yo, what the fuck are they yellin? Chorus: Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin "It's not about a salary, it's all about reality" - KRS One Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin "He'll tell you exactly how he feel, and don't want a fuckin thing back" Verse Three: Ice Cube Homies all standin around, just hangin Some dope-dealin, some gang-bangin We decide to roll and we deep See a nigga on Dayton's and we creep Real slow, and before you know I had my shotgun pointed in the window He got scared, and hit the gas Right then, I knew I has to smoke his ass He kept rollin, I jumped in the bucket We couldn't catch him, so I said fuck it Then we headed right back to the fort Sweatin all the bitches in the biker shorts We didn't get no play, from the ladies With six niggaz in a car are you crazy? She was scared, and it was showin We all said "Fuck you bitch!" and kept goin To the hood, and we was fin to Find somethin else to get into Like some pussy, or in fact A bum rush, but we call it rat pack On a nigga for nuttin at all Ice Cube'll go stupid when I'm full of eight ball I might stumble, but I won't lose Now I'm dressed in the county blues Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last If you Fuck wit me, I'll put my foot in your ass I don't give a fuck, cause I keep bailin Yo, what the fuck are they yellin? Interlude: Ice Cube, Dr. Dre [Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut this shit] {Man whatcha gonna do now?} "What we're gonna do right here is go way back" [How far you goin back?] "Way back" "As we go a lil somethin like this" - Slick Rick Here's a lil gangsta, short in size A t-shirt and Levi's is his only disguise Built like a tank yet hard to hit Ice Cube and Eazy E cold runnin shit Verse Four: Eazy E, MC Ren Well I'm Eazy E the one they're talkin about Nigga tried to roll the dice and just crapped out Police tried to roll, so it's time to go I creeped away real slow and jumped in the six-fo' Wit the "Diamond in the back, sun-roof top" Diggin the scene with the gangsta lean Cause I'm the E, I don't slang or bang I just smoke motherfuckers like it ain't no thang And all you bitches, you know I'm talkin to you "We want to fuck you Eazy!" I want to fuck you too Cause you see, I don't really take no shit [So let me tell you motherfuckers who you're fuckin with] Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last If you Fuck wit me, I'll put my foot in your ass I don't give a fuck, cause I keep bailin Yo, what the fuck are they yellin? Chorus: Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin "It's not about a salary, it's all about reality" - KRS One Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin "He'll fuck up you and yours, and anything that gets in his way" Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin "It's not about a salary, it's all about reality" - KRS One Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin "He'll just call you a low-life motherfucker, and talk about your funky ways" |
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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton (1988)
Intro: girl, Ice Cube [Ice Cube, do you think you could give me some money to get my hair done?] How short's your hair right now? [Well you know I get it done every week, and I need my nails done too] Look, I'ma tell you like this Verse One: I ain't the one, the one to get played like a pooh butt See I'm from the street, so I know what's up On these silly games that's played by the women I'm only happy when I'm goin up in em But you know, I'm a menace to society But girls in biker shorts are so fly to me So I step to em, with aggression Listen to the kid, and learn a lesson today See they think we narrow minded Cause they got a cute face, and big-behinded So I walk over and say "How ya doin?" See I'm only down for screwin, but you know ya gotta play it off cool Cause if they catch you slippin, you'll get schooled And they'll get you for your money, son Next thing you know you're gettin their hair and they nails done Fool, and they'll let you show em off But when it comes to sex, they got a bad cough Or a headache, it's all give and no take Run out of money, and watch your heart break They'll drop you like a bad habit cause a brother with money yo, they gotta have it Messin with me though, they gets none You can't juice Ice Cube girl, cause I ain't the one Interlude One: [Girrrrrl, you got to get these brothers for all the money you can honey. Cause if they ain't got no money, they can't do nothin for me but get out of my face.] [I know what you mean girl, it ain't nothin right jumpin off unless he got dollars] Verse Two: Sometimes I used to wonder How the hell an ugly dude get a fine girl's number He's gettin juiced for his ducats I tell a girl in a minute yo, I drive a bucket And won't think nuttin of it She can ride or walk, either leave it or love it I show her that I'm not the O, the N-E, say I'm a ruthless N-I double-G A Cause I'm gamin on a female that's gamin on me You know I spell girl with a B A brother like me is only out for one thing I think with my ding-a-ling, but I won't bring no flowers to your doorstep, when we goin out Cause you'll take it for granted, no doubt And after the date, I'ma want to do the wild thing You want lobster huh? I'm thinking Burger King And when I take you, you get frustrated You can't juice Ice Cube and you hate it But you see, I don't go nuts Over girls like you with the BIG ol butts It start comin out the pocket, to knock it But when the damage is done... You can only lay me girl, you can't play me girl For the simple fact that, I ain't the one Interlude Two: [I don't care how they look if they got money, we can hook up but they ain't gettin none.] [Yeah I just make em think they gonna get some, play up they mind a lil bit, and get that money.] [Oh Ice Cube, can I have some money pleeeease?] Verse Three: Give you money why bother Cause you know I'm lookin nothin like your father Girl, I can't be played or ganked Ganked means getting took for your bank Or your gold or your money or something Nine times outta ten, she's giving up nothing They get mad when I put it in perspective But let's see if my knowledge is effective To the brothas man they robbing you blind Cause they fine with a big behind, but pay it no mind Keep your money to yourself homie and if you got enough game You'll get her name and her number Without going under You can't leave em and love and stay above em I used to get no play now she stay behind me Cause I said I had a Benz 190 But I lied and played the one Just to get some now she feels dumb To my homies it's funny But that's what you get trying to play me for my money Now don't you feel used But I don't give hoot, huh, because I knock boots You shouldn't be, so damn material And try to milk Ice Cube like cereal Now how many times do I have to say it Cause if I have to go get a gun You girls will learn I don't burn You think I'm a sucka, but I ain't the one Outro: [But you said you love me!] I don't see no rings on this finger [Why you doin me like this? I love you!] Yeah you love my money, I got what I wanted -- beat it |
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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton (1988)
[MC Ren:] Ren is the villain and you're just an hostage so whenever I'm steppin cover your head like an ostrich Groupies been waitin for this, suckers been hatin for this You know why ? Because so many are relatin to this Jealous is how they feel it intentionally but they start to love it becoz I made it eventually Pumpin the music I keep the music like pumpin coz Ren ain't in here for nuthin, I keep the average crowd jumpin Yo, you know the color, the villain's in black Always down to make noise, and attack So you better get back unless you wanna come with it and make your face like a target and close your eyes when I hit it You're screamin with fear but it's with fear that you're screamin you're wakin up in a sweat coz Ren is givin bad dreams and I'm not schemin, I'm just tellin the facts That's how it is when N.W.A. starts to jack So brothers that wanna scrap with me That sweezin and sneezin will have to lap with me especially beggin to write some lyrics with me I just snatch your girl to take a nap with me coz when it comes to Ren there's no comparison And if you try to be me, it's quite embarassin but I understand coz you're mentally slow coz I can tell from the jump you're too nervous to go If it aint' ruff it ain't me (scratch) [Tha gangsta's black and he's about to attack] If it ain't ruff it ain't me (scratch) Lemme bust a freestyle here [Allright then] I can tell that you're afraid to fight me simple because you lost the crowd and they had to invite me becoz you're sweat as a puddle but there's a puddle o' sweat I'm a threath, so get a cold rag and wipe your neck and clean the dirt off your face that calls acne It's ridiculous thinkin that you can jack me This is the round where the punch will go until ya A G-A-T that's known as a flow I'm makin a point but it's a point that I'm makin Like, see, I'm hatin the fakin I keep the suckers like shakin Scared to speak with a tongue and they're chozen The sound of my voice in their ear and they're frozen This is a battle to the death, it's like the [?? same ol' ??] against a brother on a tip, with [??] Givin a pain but it's with pain that I'm givin but I'm comparin and tearin'em but I'm makin a livin with the hype of a 9 Volt battery and the odds for me to conquer is averagely good Meanin I'm a flow I'm from the streets so, yo, I'm ready to go If it ain't ruff it ain't me [Yo Ren] [Tha gangsta's black and he's about to attack] If it ain't ruff it ain't me [Man whatcha gonna do now ?] [get funky] The 'do not disturb' sign is in effect while I'm thinkin of a fool to select to give the victim the verdict so for the verdict a victim slammin my vocals on a dance with the rest then I kick them Tell'em they're guilty, and beep out the bailer and get a new track o' drums so I can play with percussion; pumpin it loud when I perform Yo, you wanna play in my game, put on a uniform It ain't a rule in the book you have to go by Hey, coz when it comes to cheatin yo you should know I for fear in the hearts coz it's the hearts full of fear coz what you hear in your ear is something funky and clear The hump was incredible yo but Ren he was super But now I'm ruthless, a civilian and not a trooper but a soldier with a top rankin givin dope material, the hell with the gankin So play like an airplane and just jet and keep your blood pressure low coz I'm a [??], if not I'm afraid of the show that you're a sucker and you're too nervous to go If it ain't ruff it ain't me [Yo Ren] [The gangsta's black and he's about to attack] If it ain't ruff it ain't me [Yo Ren] [The gangsta's black] If it ain't ... If it ain't (scratching) |
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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton (1988)
[Dr. Dre]
One, two, three, kick it [The D.O.C.] Aiyyo Dre, what's goin on man? What's goin on? Ay what ch'all gonna do for this last record? Nah tell me what cha'all gonna do? Okay, you want me to do the intro? Aight! Parental discretion is advised for the moment While I'm getting candid, now understand it Ain't too typical in any way, though the pro on the mic is the D.O. to the C. this is an intro I know the DOC makes you want to take a valium So buy a bucket cause upcomin is my album And for the record, meanin my record, check it Listen to the single and you'll be like, yo, I gotta get it But in the meantime, listen to the rhyme of the Dr. Dre, played wit N.W.A. Yella's on the drum roll, rockin the beat Aiyyo Dre, where's you gonna take this shit man? [Dr. Dre] Aiyyo, let's take it to the street (WORD UP!) Let 'em understand perfection Let knowledge be the tool for suckers to stop guessin Cause I don't give a fuck about a radio play Observed the english I display Lyrics for the adults, children have been barred and scarred from listenin to somethin so motherfuckin HARD Dope, pumpin that's so my shit will never falter Yo it's Dre so fuck the "Mind of Minolta" Psycho, like no, other motherfucker So step to me wrong, G-O for what you N-O But be warned, never will I leave like a regular Cause I'm a little better than the regular competitor I use to see 'em on stage Earnin money like a thief, but without a guage Until I got full, of clockin the lame gettin pull (They said you wasn't gon' get paid) Nah that's bullshit! They like it stylistic And I enchant the crowd like I'm a mystic (C-C-C-C) C-C-C-cameras are flashin, when I'm in action A photo, or fresh with a flair for fashion Pure simplicity, see it's elementary You hear one of the hardest motherfuckers this century Try to comprise a word to the wise and the guys Parental discretion is advised [MC Ren] Ren is most extremely high performance The black hat cause I worn this, cause it's like enormous Some shit I don't take it, not even in a toliet And shit from a sucker, put in a pot and I'll boil it Turn up the pilot as it burns And maybe, the motherfuckers will learn I'm not a sub, cause I speak sensible Not considered a prince, cause I'm a principal I'm engineerin; the shit that you're hearin Cause when it comes to power, I'm power steerin Silly you say, I say you're silly when you say it Rushin to the eject, to put my shit in and play it It's like Apollo, but I'm not an amateur And I'm not givin a fuck, while I'm damagin ya It's for the record; so Ren's lyrics is gonna spin it And if there was a trophy involved, I'll win it Possession is mine and I'm the holder Cause a nigga like Ren don't give a fuck cause I'm older So for you to step off would be wise And say fuck it, parental discretion is advised [Ice Cube] I be what is known as a bandit You gotta hand it to me when you truly understand it Cause if you fail to see, read it in braile It'll still be funky -- so what's next is the flex of a genius, my rapid-stutter-steppin if you seen this dope, you hope that I don't really mean this But if played, made the grade or high-top fade It's not my trademark when I get loose in the dark You guess it was a test of a different style It's just another motherfucker on the pile Drivin your ass with the flow of your tongue You hung yourself short, the after-knowledge was brung to your attention, by the hardest motherfuckin artist that is know for lynchin any sucker in a minute Stagger 'em all When I start flowin like Niagara Falls Ice Cube is equipped to rip shit in a battle Move like a snake when I'm mad; and then my tail rattle I get low on the flow so let your kids know When I bust, parental discretion is a must [Eazy-E] Little did they know, that I would be arrivin And it's surprisin, rockin it from where I been But it's the E here to take, no mistake to be made in the trade where funky ass records are bein played Fuck the regular, yo as I get better the bitches wanna trick and go stupid up on the dick So I get 'em hot, thinkin they're gonna get it As they sit, rubbin their legs like a cricket To you it may be funny, but there's no service of beef, without money So slip the C-note, and you can choke on a wing-ding-ding-a-ling down your throat Foreplay; to me ain't shit When you spread 'em I'm ready, then you can get the dick of the Eaze, if you can deal with the size But if you can't, parental discretion's advised! {*echoes*} {*bass guitar and piano solo for a minute*} [Unknown voice at the end after band breaks down] Shut the fuck up!! |
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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton (1988)
(Listen to this)
(Eazy E:) Yo Ren ! (MC Ren:) Whassup ? (Eazy E: Take) (one) (MC Ren: Yo) (Hit it) |
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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton (1988)
Yo give me something 2 dance 2
Calling the police, calling the G-Men Calling all Americans to war with the underworld Arabian Prince, back wit a style that's hype Not slow and low, it's the fast type Gettin' dumped, can you hear the drums Yo, Dre why don't you pump it up some I pumped it up so now what's up Yo, Yella boy, add a little cut What the hell, you think we need some bells Yeah, homeboy, might as well There it is, so now what's next a little So find me a ho, wait a minute, you need somethin' else then it This is what I want you to do, feel the groove, bust a move Yo, yo, I'm tired, what about you, man this is somethin' to dance to Man that's wack, everybody used that Yo, why don't you bring back the other track Yeah, there you go that's what I'm sayin' I like it when that dope stuff's playin' Real loud, in ya ear hole Man let's go, I think my feet are swoll' from dancin' so damn much Man, I don't give a, what you wanna leave? With all these females pullin' on my sleeve I bet, you can jet, homeboy, no sweat This is what I want you to do Feel the groove, bust a move Here I come to see the dance This is something 2 dance 2 Let the bass kick This is something 2 dance 2 This is something 2 dance 2 This is something 2 dance 2 This is something 2 dance 2 This is something 2 dance 2 This is something 2 dance 2 This, this is something 2 dance |
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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton (1988)
[Dre] Ah yeah, yo Ren, yo ready to do this shit ?
[Ren] Yeah, Dre, let's rip shit up [Dre] Hey, yo Yella Boy, why don't you kick me one of them funky beats ? [Ren] Yo, we got my homeboy Eazy E in the house [Dre] Compton's definately in the house. Yo Ren, whatta we gonna call this ? Tell'em what yo name is ? [Ren] Yeah something like that [Dre] Allright, let's kick this shit on the one Kick it [Ren] Back by demand, now it's big as fuck because you as the public, you should know what's up "Compton's in the House" was more than gold, it was a hit cause it was based on some crazy shit So our final conclusion has been permitted Punks made us a target and knew that we'd hit it But that was a part of showbizz [Dre] Hey yo homeboy, why don't you tell'em what your name is ? [Ren] Well for the record it's Ren, and for the street it's villain And strapped with a gat, it's more like Matt Dillon on "Gunsmoke", but not a man of the law I'm just the baddest motherfucker that you ever saw See, I peep and then I creep on a fool Get my bloodpressure high but still stay cool Dig a grave of a nigga lookin' up to me that really had the nerve that he could fuck with me Who was the man in the mass, while I was waitin' to axe you know, it's MC Ren kickin' mucho ass Gettin' respect in showbizz Hey yo homeboy [Dre: Whassup ?] Why don't you tell'em what yo name is ? [Dre] Dre, the motherfuckin' doctor, bitch hopper The sucker-motherfucker stopper Back with a vocal track that's a fresh one so now, let's get the motherfuckin' session goin', flowin'. It's time to start throwin' rhymes. So keep in mind all the suckers I'm blowin' cause I'm a start showin' the time Never sayin' I'm the best and just goin' for mine Unlike a lotta suckers who claim they're gettin' busy when their records only make good frisbees You need to stop runnin' off the mouth Stop and think before you put some whack bullshit out It's not difficult, in fact it's kinda simple to create something funky that's original You need to talk about the place to be who you are, what you got, about a suck MC [Dre] Oh yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about, Ren, You know what I'm sayin' ? [Ren] Yeah, I know what you're sayin', Dre, but you still ain't told'em enough, man [Dre] Allright, Allright Well, let's kick one more verse right here, allright Kick it [Dre]+[Ren] This is portable, something to fuck with yo ear Ren and Dre will appear when the sound is clear to fuck it up like we always do, and that's the trick Sayin' some shit to make the bitches wanna suck our dicks But it's an everyday thang communicating to y'all with the Compton slang Compton's back in the house and your appartment so open your door, by the way, so we can start it Test the monitors and call this mic cause the way we feel, we're gonna fuck it up tonight I got my mic in my hand, with a hell of a grip Bitches screamin' and shit, now it's a trip Waitin' for the grand finale, or the end or stupid rhymes set be Dre and Ren Well, like a kid, we get new shoes and go faster Smilin', like hell, as we move past the suckers, the motherfuckers with the ego hype cause we're positive and they're on a negative type and if think we're about to quit... motherfucker you ain't heard shit [Dre] Yeah, that shit was funky, you know what I'm sayin', Ren ? [Ren] I know what you're sayin', this is MC Ren and Dr.Dre cold kickin' it in the place [Dre] Ah yeah, my mellow Eazy E in the house Yella Boy in the house my boy Ice Cube Arabian Prince cold rockin' shit [Ren] Oh yeah, hey, I'm a say whassup to my homeboys from CNW [Dre] Yeah, hey, yo Ren, whatta we gonna call this shit ? Tell'em what yo name is ? [Ren] Yeah something like that... |
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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton (1988)
Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes When I'm called off, I got a sawed off Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off You too, boy, if ya fuck with me The police are gonna hafta come an |
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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton (1988)
Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes When I'm called off, I got a sawed off Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off You too, boy, if ya fuck with me The police are gonna hafta come an |
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from N.W.A - N.W.A. & The Posse (1989)
"Kick that shit!" -) Flavor Flav {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*echoes*} Cool kickin ass {*scratch*} cool kickin ass {*scratch*} Cool kickin ass {*scratch*} "Kich that shit!" "Pull up a chair.." -) Rakim {*echoes*} [Verse One: Eazy-E] I don't drink brass monkey, like to be funky Nickname Eazy-E yo' 8 ball junkie Bass drum kickin, to show my shit Rappin holdin my dick boy, I don't quit Crowd rockin motherfucker from around the way I got a six-shooter, yo' mean I'm brave Rollin through the hood, to find the boys to kick dust and cuss, crank up some noise Police on my drawers, I have to pause 40 ounce in my lap and it's freezin my balls I hook a right turn and let the boys go past then I say to myself, "They can kiss my ass!" Hip to get drunk got the 8 in my lips Put in the old tape Marvin Gaye's greatest hits Turn the shit up had the bass cold whompin Cruisin through the Eastside, South of Compton See a big ass, and I say word I took a look at the face, and the bitch was to the curb Hoes on my tip for the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin I, was.. "Cool kickin ass" I, was.. "Raised in L.A." I, was.. "Cruisin down the street in my six-fo'" -) Eazy {"Too, much, posse!" -) Flavor Flav} [Verse Two: Eazy-E] Ridin on Slausson lookin for Crenshaw Turned down the sound, to ditch the law Stopped at a light and had a fit cause a Mexican almost wrecked my shit Flipped his ass off, put it to the floor Bottle was empty so I went to the store Nigga on tilt cause I was drunk See a sissy-ass punk, had to go in my trunk Reached inside cause it's like that Came back out with a silver gat Fired at the punk, and it was all because I had to show the nigga what time it was Pulled out the jammy and like a mirage a sissy like that got out of Dodge Sucka on me cause the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin "Fuck it up y'all!" -) repeat 6X {"YEAH!!!", *guitar riff* -) Beastie Boys} [Verse Three: Eazy-E] Olde English 800 cause that's my brand Take it in a bottle, 40, quart, or can Drink it like a madman, yes I do Fuck the police and a 502 Stepped in the party, I was drunk as hell Three bitches already said, "Eric yo' breath smells!" 40 ounce in hand, that's what I got "Yo man you see Eazy earlin in the parkin lot?" Stepped on your foot, cold dissed yo' hoe Asked her to dance and she said, "Hell no!" Called her a bitch cause that's the rule "Bitch, who you callin a bitch?!" Boys in the hood tryin to keep me cool You tell my homeboy you wanna kick my butt I walked in your face and we get 'em up I start droppin the dogs, and wathc you fold Just dumb full of cum, got knocked out cold "Made you look sick you snotty-nosed prick! Now your fly bitch is all over his dick!" Punk got dropped cause the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin "Stomp a mudhole in your ass!" -) Flavor Flav "Stomp a mudhole in your ass, BITCH!" -) Flav [Verse Four: Eazy-E] Pass the brew motherfucker while I tear shit up and y'all listen up close to roll call Eazy-E's in the place I got money and juice Rendezvous with me and we make the deuce Dre makes the beats so god damn funky Do the Olde 8, fuck the brass monkey Ice Cube writes the rhymes, that I say Hail to the niggaz from C.I.A. Crazy D is down and in effect We make hardcore jams, so fuck respect Make a toast punky-punk to the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*echoes*} {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*scratched to end*} |
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from N.W.A - N.W.A. & The Posse (1989)
Cruising down the street in my 6-4 Jockin the freaks clocking the dough Went to the park to get the scoop Knuckleheads out there cold shooting some hoops A car pulls up who can it be A fresh El Camino rolled, Kilo G He rolls down his window and he started to say It's all about making that GTA chorus Cuz the boyz n tha hood are always hard You come talking that trash we'll pull your card Knowing nothing in life but to be legit Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't saying shit [Eazy-E] Donald B's in the place to give me the pace He said my man JB is on freebase The boy JB was a friend of mine Till I caught him in my car trying to steal my Alpine Chased him up the street to call a truce The silly cluck head pulled out a deuce-deuce Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge One sucker dead, LA Times first page chorus [Eazy-E] Bored as hell and I wanna get ill So I went to a place where my homeboys chill The fellows out there, making that dollar I pulled up in my 6-4 Impala They greet me with a 40 and I started drinking And from the 8-ball my breath start stinking Love to get my girl, to rock that body Before I left I hit the Bacardi Went to her house to get her out of the pad Dumb hoe says something stupid that made me mad She said somethin that I couldn't believe So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave She started talkin shit, wouldn't you know? Reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe Her father jumped out and he started to shout So I threw a right-cross cold knocked him out chorus [Eazy-E] I'm rollin hard now I'm under control Then wrapped my 6-4 round the telephone poll I looked at my car and I said, "Oh brother I throw it in the gutter and go buy another" Walkin home I see the G ride Now Kat is drivin Kilo on the side As they busted a U, they got pulled over An undercover cop in a dark green Nova Kat got beaten for resistin arrest He socked the pig in the head for rippin his Guess Now G is caught for doin the crime Fourth offence on the boy, he'll do some time chorus [Eazy-E] I went to get them out but there was no bail The fellaz start to riot in the county jail Two days later in municiple court Kilo G on trial cold cut a fart Disruption of a court, said the judge On a six-year sentence my man didn't budge Bailiff came over to turn him in Kilo G looked up and gave a grin He yelled out "FIRE!" then came Suzy The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi Police shot the bitch but didn't hurt her Both up state for attempted murder chorus |
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from N.W.A - N.W.A. & The Posse (1989)
Yo Dre!! [Ice Cube] It was once said by a man who couldn't quit "Dopeman," please can I have another hit The dopeman said, "Cluck, I don't give a shit if your girl kneel down, and suck my dick" It all happened and the guy tried to choke her Nigga didn't care, she ain't nothin but a smoker That's the way goes, that's the name of the game Young brother gettin over by slangin 'caine Gold around his neck in 14 K heaven Bitches clockin on his dick twenty-four/seven Plus he's makin money, keep the bassheads waitin Rollin six-fo' wit the fresh ass Daytons Livin in Compton, Cailfornia C-A His uzi up yo' ass if he don't get paid Nigga beggin for credit, he's knockin out teeth Clockin much dollars on the 1st and 15th Big wad of money nuttin less than a twenty Yo you want a five-oh the dopeman's got plenty To be a dopeman boy you must qualify Don't get high off your own supply From a ki' to a G it's all about money Ten piece for a champ, bass pipe comes free If people out there are not hip to the fact If you see somebody gettin money for crack he's the Chorus: N.W.A. Dopeman, dopeman! (Ay man, give me a hit) Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo man, fuck that shit!) Dopeman, dopeman! (We just can't quit!) Dopeman, dopeman! (Well suck this bitch!) [Dr. Dre] Wait a minute, wait a minute Who the fuck are you talkin to? Do you know who the fuck I am? Man I can't believe this shit This bitch is tryin to gank me Yo I oughta slap you upside yo' head with nine inches of limp dick [Ice Cube] You need a nigga with money so you get a dopeman Juice that fool for as much as you can She like his car, and he get wit her Got a black eye cause the dopeman hit her Let that slide and you pay it no mind Find that he's slappin you all the time But that's okay, cause he's so rich Ain't you ain't nuttin but a dopeman's bitch Do what he say and you keep your mouth shut Poppin that trash might get you fucked up Well sit and cry, if the dopeman strike you He don't give a fuck he got two just like you There's another girl in the dopeman's life Not quite a bitch but far from a wife She's called strawberry and everybody know strawberry strawberry is the neighborhood hoe Do anything for a hit or two Give the bitch a rock she fucked the whole damn crew It might be your wife and it might make you sick Come home and see her mouth on the dopeman's dick Strawberry, just look and you'll see her But don't fuck around she'll give you gonnorhea If people out there are not hip to the fact the strawberry is a girl sellin pussy for crack to the Chorus: N.W.A. Dopeman, dopeman! (Ay man, give me a hit) Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo man, fuck that shit!) Dopeman, dopeman! (In yo' face) Dopeman, dopeman! "Yo Dre!! Kick in the bass!!" [Ice Cube] If you smoke 'caine, you a stupid motherfucker Known around the hood as the schoolyard clucker Doin that crack with all the money you got On your hands and knees, searchin for a piece of rock Jonesin for a hit, and you're lookin for mo' Done stole the Alpine out of Eazy's six-fo' You need your ass whupped cause it's out of this earth To get a ten-piece need a dollar fifty work Knucklehead nigga, yeah you turned into a crook but swear up and down boy that you ain't hooked You beat your friend up, and you whupped his ass long cause he hit the pipe til the rock was all gone You robbin and stealin, buggin and illin while the dopeman's dealin, what is healin yo' pain Cocaine, this shit's insane Yo E she's a berry, let's run a train (Man, I wouldn't touch that bitch) me neither Hoe go home and wash out your beaver And niggaz out there messin up people's health Yo, what the fuck you gotta say for yourself? [Eazy-E] Well I'm the dopeman, yeah boy, wear a courderoy Money up to here but unemployed You keep smokin that rock and my pockets gettin bigger (Yo, got that five-oh double up nigga!) Yeah high rollin, big money I'm foldin Bitch on my tip for the dick I'm holdin Sprung strawberry jockin me so early Hoe you wanna hit you gotta get your knees dirty Now that's my life, that's how it's cut "Hey dopeman!" Bitch, shut the fuck up! Gotta make a run, it's a big money deal Gankers got the fake but you can get the real from the Chorus: N.W.A. Dopeman, dopeman! (Yeah that's me) Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo can I get a G?) Dopeman, dopeman! (Clock as much as he can) Fuck this shit who am I? THE DOPEMAN! [Eazy-E (as Mexican guy)] Yo Mr. Dopeman, you think you're slick You sold crack to my sister, and now she's sick But if she happens to die, because of your drug I'm puttin in your coolo, a thirty-eight slug |
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from N.W.A - N.W.A. & The Posse (1989)
Oww DRINK IT UP BABY! (drink it up baby) GULP IT ON DOWN! (gulp it on down) COME ON SUCK IT UP BABY! (suck it up baby) SIP IT AND PASS IT AROUND! (pass it around) NOW I CAN START WITH CROWN ROYAL! (with Crown Royal) AND THEN I DRINK MAD DOG! (drink Mad Dog) IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT I'M DRINKIN! (doesn't matter) AS LONG AS IT'S ALCOHOL! (alcohol) NOW SOME OF YOU DRINK GIN! (you drink gin) AND SOME DRINK OLD CROW! (drink Old Crow) NOW WHEN THE BOTTLE GETS EMPTY! (bottle gets empty) I'M GOIN' TO THE LIQUOR STOOORE! (liquor store) DRINK IT UP BABY! (drink it up baby) GULP IT ON DOWN! (gulp it on down) NOW SUCK IT UP BABY! (suck it up baby) SIP IT AND PASS IT AROUND! (pass it around) (various screaming and yelling) DRINK IT UP BABY! (drink it up baby) TILL YOU FALL OUT! (till you fall out) COME ON, BUST SOME WINE BABY! (bust some wine) LET ME POUR IT IN YOUR MOUTH! (in your mouth) NOW ALL YOU KOOL-AID DRINKERS! (Kool-Aid drinkers) WHO DON'T LIKE TO GET DRUUUUNK! (like to get drunk) NEXT TIME I COME TO YOUR PARTY (come to your party) I'M GONNA SPIKE YOUR PUUUNCH! (spike yo punch) I ALWAYS GET PULLED OVER (get pulled over) AND HAVE TO WALK A STRAIGHT LINE (a straight line) I ALWAYS GET THE TICKETS! (get the tickets) BUT THE WINE STAYS MINE! (wine stays mine) DRINK IT UP BABY! (drink it up baby) GULP IT ON DOWN! (gulp it on down) COME ON, COME ON, SUCK IT UP BABY! (suck it up baby) SIP IT AND PASS IT AROUND! (pass it around) NOW THE BOYS IN THE HOOD! (boys in the hood) SOMETIMES GET HIGH! (sometimes get high) BUT I JUST DRINK 8-BALLLLLLS! (just drink 8-ball) BECAUSE IT'S CHEAPER TO BUY! (cheaper to buy) SO IT'S TIME TO GO HOME! (time to go home) BEFORE THE POLICE COME! (the police come) CAUSE IF I GO TO JAIL, Y'ALL! (go to jail) I CAN'T DRINK NO MORE RUM! (drink no more rum) DRINK IT UP BABY! (drink it up baby) GULP IT ON DOWN! (gulp it on down) COME ON, COME ON, SUCK IT UP BABY! (suck it up baby) SIP IT AND PASS IT AROUND! (pass it around) awwwwww..... awwwwww..... Awwwwww..... Awwwwww..... Wait a minute man, winos can't sing! Yall, oughta cut that out! Since we're talkin bout drinkin, here's a suggestion People listen up, here's a question Do you drink Crown Roooo-yal! (YEAH!) What about Maaad Doooogg! (NOOOOOOW) What about Jack Daaaniels! (YEAH!) Gin and (Sooockllllle?) (YEAH!) What about some Night Train? (YEAH!) Compton's fiiiinest! (REEEEEUHHH!) But if you're not a hard drinker.....(you must be a ruler) I wanna hear you scream (all the folks who drink coolers) [various screaming and acting a fool] (Ayiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyi!) (WATAPATATA-WABAAAAHHH!) (Arrrrrrrribaaaaaa!) (A cheese dog! I did it in about 87 seconds!) (I ate your mama's burrito, man |
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from N.W.A - N.W.A. & The Posse (1989)
[Fat girl!] [You're a fat girl] [Fat...fat...fat fat fat fat girl] (repeat 2X) (It's funky fresh Eazy E) new kid on tha block And already got a fat girl on my jock Now my story's kinda simple so please take it simple As I tell you a tale bout this big fat pimple I was chillin on the ave drinkin some booze Saw a fatty comin my way so what was I to do? I busted a U went tha other way again but forgot that tha Avenue was a dead end I turned around, here she came, stride for stride funky fat like that, bout two thirty-five Stampede was rushin, I double looked and she had more chins than a chinese phonebook Five four three ugly as can be, she said [Ron-de-vu] Hello Eazy E. Do you remember me? (I said no) Huhu yes you do suga My name is Bertha but you can call me booga Remember the time when you were drunk at a party We was slow dancin, give ya all this body [Eazy-E] When she said that she loved me, I was in shock Oh my God got a fat girl on my jock [CHORUS:] [I got a fat girl on my jock] [Fat girl] [Got a fat girl on my jock] She gave me tha grin, I showed tha frown and with a bare hug picked me off tha ground Squeezion me tight, atttempted to bug me Grabbed me by tha rear, said [Love me, hug me!] I was hell, victim of a scandal coz this girl's too much for E to handle Broke tha bee's grip, started to run Back to tha crib, grabbed tha elephant gun She's grubbin, thighs rubbin in a hot pursuit I loaded up tha gun bout ready to shoot She kept on comin because of addiction Legs on fire because of friction My gun broke, now I was doomed Dropped tha double barrel, grabbed tha harpoon As I swung, tha fat girl fell Lyin on tha ave just like a beach whale That's tha story, it's quite ill and all fat girls y'all besta chill All overweight freaks stay off my block Cause it's eerie to have a fat girl on your jock [CHORUS |
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from N.W.A - N.W.A. & The Posse (1989)
[The D.O.C.]
This ain't no basic hip-hip you make in a bin in your garage I'm down for showing all you hoes who the hell's in charge A cold lethal rap warrior, I'm on the attack Cutting ducks no slack so keep your bitch ass back Deadly, yeah kicking it, the solo style On top of the pile, the reigning chump worthwile Hanging tough I'm the leader, ain't no need to pretend Like an elevator up, I mean I'm on the ascend I ain't no east coast rapper, this is a southerner's song Be warned, it's hard to try and hold a project born Saying shit that you like, never wearing no Nike Fucking it up and all I need is my goddamn mic And a micstand, I don't need no band to play With a DJ like Rock and a partner like K in effect y'all Fucking suckers up like five It's Fila Fresh and I'm the toughest man alive! [DJ Rock] Na-na-na-na-na-naaaaa-nah [Fresh K] Yo, yo nigga you know you can't even fuck with this Do it, do it [DJ Rock] Na-na-na-na-na-naaaaa-nah [Fresh K] Yo, fool, you know you need to jet the fuck off Get the fuck out my face [The D.O.C.] Down from the beginning, hitting hard I'll admit They keep offering me money and I keep taking the shit And coolin' cool at the crib cause being cool's how I live But bucking up will get you rocked if you're a bullshit kid I like it stylistic, c'mon let's get with it Coming up with fresh new rhymes like I'm a mystic You see the D.O.C. and all the Fila I be splurging Yeah, I know it, you think that I'm encouraging You to steer wrong boy, so I can go off A quick run and when I'm done you bet not cough I'm an annihilator, standing a full 6'3" And I reall don't think you wanna fuck with me But then there's always those, clocking all your shows Getting all out of line trying to impress they hoes I know some niggas like that round the way who won't quit "It's the old top" Man shoot that muthafucking shit I'm physically tough, physically able I qualify Don't try that gangster bullshit here, this an't no I Spy You better chill out, that's if you wanna survive It's Fila Fresh and we're the toughest men alive [Fresh K] Yeah, for all you suckers who thought t'all was down, that's right, kicking that bullshit, yeah we in effect, that's right holmes, we in effect so get your bitch ass back before you be floating up a creek, know what I'm sayin? [DJ Rock] Float, float on... [Fresh K] Yeah, and if you want your beast to be deaf, call Dre before Monday! |
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from Ice Cube - Amerikkka's Most Wanted (1990)
Intro: Little Russ, Ice Cube
[story-teller] Once upon a time, in the black part of the city [young kid] Yo G, yo G you better get out of here man, 5-0 [door swings shut, car peels out] [Russ] Yo Ice Cube, man [Cube] Whassup man? [Russ] Why you... [Cube] Whassup? [Russ] Yo Ice Cube man, why you always kickin the shit about the bitches and the niggaz? Why don't you kick some shit about the kids, man? The fuckin kids?! [Cube] Word Verse One: Ice Cube Little boys and girls, they all love me Come sit on the lap of I-C-E And let me tell ya a story or two About a punk-ass nigga I knew Named Jack, he wasn't that nimble, wasn't that quick Jumped over the candlestick and burnt his dick Ran up the street cause he was piping hot Met a bitch named Jill on the bus stop Dropped a line or two, and he had the hoe At that type of shit he's a pro So Jack and Jill ran up the hill to catch a lil nap Dumb bitch, gave him the claps Then he had to go see Dr. Bombay Got a shot in the ass, and he was on his way To make some money, why not? Down on Sesame Street, the dope spot There he saw the lady who lived in a shoe Sold dope out the front, but in back, marijuana grew For the man that was really important Who lived down the street in a Air Jordan Ride to the fellow Mister Rogers and hoes Drove a 500 sittin on Lorenzoes He broke out, Little Bo Peep, smoked out Saw, her and her friends sellin sheepskins [Little Bo Peep] Yo yo I got them sheepskins Yo, my empty sheepskins Yo baby, what's up with that? Hickory dickory dock, it was twelve o'clock Cinderella ain't home must be givin up the cock I don't doubt it, she is kind of freaky of course Had a fight with Snow White, she was fuckin her dwarfs Saw a fight over colors, too Red Riding Hood, and Little Boy Blue A bad influence? Yo I don't know But Ice Cube'll tell the kids how the story should go Interlude: Little Russ Yeah money, that's it, yeah money, that's it This is Little Russ in the house Rock that shit homey, rock that shit! [Well, you know the rest] Verse Two: Ice Cube Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall With a joint, drinkin some 8-ball Three little pigs in a Coup de Ville Lookin for, the wolf to kill They're fucked up and they want revenge Them and Humpty used to be friends Now they're enemies cause he's a traitor Pulled out the Uzi cruised by and sprayed him Cinderella hoeing for the fellas And Mister Rogers is gettin mighty jealous Of the cash that the pigs were makin Time for the pigs to get turned to bacon Cause Mister Rogers found out quick That Humpty Dumpty was blown to bits They said that the motherfuckin wolf was next So Mister Rogers better watch his step So he let the wolf know We're gonna fuck up the pigs, and take their ho Cause Cinderella is much too fast Before twelve, givin up ass Double barrels all loaded and cocked As soon as they show, they gonna get popped They bailed down Sesame Street and caught em Little Boy Blue is up front givin orders Little did they know Cinderella was a fink She called the cops and got thrown in the clink A bad influence? Yo, I don't know But Ice Cube'll tell the kids how the stories should go Outro: Little Russ, Ice Cube [Cube] Aiyyo man was that dope enough for you? [Russ] Yeah you aight, you in the house We outta here, seeeee-yaaaaa [Cube] Yeah you better go home before I whoop your little bad ass [Barney Rubble] Some bedtime story huh? [Bugs Bunny] It's a nice place to visit, but I wouldn't wanna live here [Andrew Dice Clay] Ay, good ol' Mother Goose, remember her? I fucked her |
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from Ice Cube - Amerikkka's Most Wanted (1990)
Ice Cube with The Lench Mob, I got it goin on
A nigga that's livin in the city of the criminal zone One-time can't keep the law in order cos everybody's goin crazy for a quarter You're tuned in to the number one crew in the area The way I'm talkin I'm scarin ya I'm darin ya to raise hell and bail and brag and sag or beat down for ya flag Cos if you is or you ain't a gangbanger Keep one in the chamber Cos you'll get them thangs put on ya son Ice Cube has got the 4-1-1 All the ol' school house fellows are crooks So I get jealous looks They keep thinkin did my hair grow? Will the boys 'n' the hood have to beat down Ice Cube? Hell no, I'll static son, you'll see it's okay I keep my 9 anyway for the day one of my homies wanna squab I'm still rollin wit The Lench Mob (AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted) Back in the day I did my share of dirt Sometimes I got away clean, sometimes people got hurt But if you know me, you know that I'm liable to bust a cap cos it's all about survival of the fittest I'm a menace crook I did so much dirt I need to be in the Guinness Book From the shit I took from people I reap all your fat shit, jack Back to the criminals sect I leave crew after crew but they can't catch me yet Cos I'm slick and slippery They can't get wit me, cops ain't shit to me I can't dig a pig so I drop the dogs and sweat em like sweathogs and get mad, mad cos I'm the nigga that flaunt it AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted Aiyo, here's what the poster read: 'Ice Cube is wanted dead' That's all it said I put heads to bed and fled the scene wit all the green Hear shots and si-reens When I feen first they yo' rings, now they my rings So give it up punk and then I just put another jack in progress It's the American way cos I'm the G-A-N-G-S-T-A Ice Cube - a motherfuckin cut-throat and tried to catch the early bird but they slept, so who gets the worm? And if I'm caught in a trap you know I'ma beat the rap with a payoff, cop gotta lay off FBI on my dick, stay off! I'm not a rebel or a renegade on a quest I'm a nigga with a 'S' on his chest so get the Kryptonite cos I'm a rip tonight Cos I'm scarin ya, wanted by America (Aiyo Cube man, they on your ass) Word, but who the fuck is heard? It's time to take a trip to the suburbs Let em see a nigga invasion Point blank for the caucasian Cock the hammer then crack that ol' smile Take me to your house, pal Got to the house, my pockets got fat, see Crack the safe, got the money and the jewelry Three weeks later, I'm at the P-A-D Had a little fly ass bitch wit me Sittin in a dig, yo it couldn't be (Whattup G?) Saw my face on TV Damn (oh shit!) I didn't know I lucked out Struck out, I gotta get the fuck out Pack my bags and tried to hit the door when the ol' bitch down the street must've turned me in Cos the feds was out there ten deep I got hassled and gaffled in the back seat I think back when I was robbin my own kind The police didn't pay it no mind But when I start robbin the white folks Now I'm in the pen wit the soap-on-a-rope I said it before and I'll still taunt it Every motherfucker with a colour is most wanted |
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from Ice Cube - Amerikkka's Most Wanted (1990)
Verse One:
Up early in the morning, dressed in black Don't ask why? 'Cause I'm down in a suit and tie They killed a homie that I went to school with (Damn!) I tell ya life ain't shit to fool with I still hear the screams of his mother While my nigga laid dead in the gutter (Shit!) And it's getting to my temple Why is that the only time black folks get to ride in a limo? It makes me so mad I want to get my sawed-off And have some bodies hauled off But no, I pay my respects and I'm through (whaddup Cube?) Hug my crew, and maybe shed a tear or two And I wanna get blitz Grab my 40 ounce and then I reminisce About a brother who had to be the one and only So I dedicate this to my dead homiez... Verse Two: Another homie got murdered on a shakedown {three gun shots} And his mother is at the funeral, havin' a nervous breakdown Two shots hit him in the face when they blasted {two gun shots} A framed picture and a closed casket A single file line about 50 cars long All drivin' slow with they lights on He got a lot of flowers and a big wreath What good is that when you're six feet deep? I look at that shit and gotta think to myself And thank God for my health 'Cause nobody really ever know When it's gonna be they family on the front row So I take everything slow, go with the flow Shut my motherfuckin' mouth if I don't know(Word!) 'Cause that's what Pops told me But I wish he could have said it...to my dead homiez Verse Three: I remember we painted our names on the wall for fun Now it's "Rest in Peace" after every one Except me, but I ain't the one to front Seems like I'm viewin' a body after every month Plus, I knew him when he was yea big Pour beer on the curb before I take a swig But somethin' ain't right And it's a tragedy, that's the only time that the family's tight Lovin' each other in a caring mood There's lots of people and lots of food They say "Be Strong" and you're tryin' But how strong can you be when you see your Pops cryin'? So that's why Ice Cube's dressed up Because the city is so fuckin' messed up And everybody is so phony Take a little time...to think about your dead homiez. |
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from Ice Cube - Amerikkka's Most Wanted (1990)
Women they're good for nothing no maybe one thing
To serve needs to my ding-a-ling I'm a man who loves the one-night stand Cause after I do ya Huh I never knew ya Cause to kick it man it gives me the fits They wanna lay with they nose under your armpits Ice cube won't wait so give it up cow After we do it you can go home now I'm a brother with a big long... (yo-yo) First of all let me tell you my name it's yo-yo When down on a girl first the fist and that's a no-no Yo-yo thinks the kitchen sink should be thrown in Niggas be scheming and fiending to stick the bone in No, yo-yo's not a hoe or a whore And if that's what you're here for Exit through the door There's more To see of me but you're blind so Women like me are fading brothers in the 9-0 (ice cube) Ay what up buttercupper miss yo-yo I know you like to rap and like to flow so But when it comes to hip-hop this is a man's world Stay down and play the playground you little girl (yo-yo) What you're saying I don't consider it as rapping Cause you're on rewind and I'm the new what's-happening It never fails I'll always get respect And you lose so take a rain check (ice cube) Hell no cause you know that I'm first and you're second If it wasn't for me you probably be pregnant And barefoot complaining that your back is aching Shaking and faking while I'm bringing home the bacon (yo-yo) Well you're mistaken It's not going that far I make brothers like you play the back yard You used to flow with the title but I took it Bring home the bacon but find another hoe to cook it (ice cube) Damn it look it Cause you're talking a lot of bull (yo-yo) Well I'm not your puppet so don't even try to pull (ice cube) This is a man's world thank you very much (yo-yo) But it wouldn't be a damn thing without a woman's touch break (ice cube) Ah miss yo-yo so what gives I hear females always talkin about women's lib Well get your own crib And stay there Instead of having more babies for the welfare Cause if you don't I'll label you a gold digger The name is ice cube you know that I ain't the nigga For you to look at when your hair get nappy So take a piece of the pole and be happy (yo-yo) Hell no because to me you're not a thriller You come in the room with your three-inch killer Thinking you can do damage to my backbone Leave your child in the yard until it's full-grown I'm a put it like this my man Without us your hand would be your best friend So give us credit like you know you should If I don't look good you don't look good (ice cube) I doubt it baby cause we're still most dominant (yo-yo) But you don't know how funky that I can get (ice cube) This is a man's world thank you very much (yo-yo) But it wouldn't be a damn thing without a woman's touch break (ice cube) Man women I put a lot of fear in em Cause I had it up to here with em Drink a beer with em No way cause I can only deal with em about an hour every day Yeah if you know what I mean baby (yo-yo-) Well I guess now that I think about it I think maybe If you was more of a man instead of faking it Women deserve the credit when they're making it (ice cube) Yeah so what's the problem (yo-yo) Well I think we solved it I know they know the best male from who's doggin it (ice cube) Yeah I admit you can flow (yo-yo) Well that's true (ice cube) But you see I'm a pro with the bank too (yo-yo) Yeah I can see you got it good (ice cube) Oh that I know (yo-yo) But you see you're not better than yo-yo The brand-new intelligent black lady (ice cube) You're kinda dope but you still can't fade me (yo-yo) So what up then (ice cube) Girl what you tryin to do (yo-yo) To prove a black woman like me can bring the funk through (ice cube) This is a man's world thank you very much (yo-yo) But it wouldn't be a damn thing without a woman's touch (ice cube) Or a big butt... |
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from Ice Cube - Amerikkka's Most Wanted (1990)
Intro:
Wait a minute, hold on, get your ass up Whassup nigga? Get over there... shit Ya lil punk ass nigga C'mere, c'mere, c'mere boy God damnit you stop that shit now Take him to jail and get him the hell from in front of this house Now wait a minute, wait a minute, hey man Whassup? Wait a minute? There are police, go! Verse One: Give me that beat fool, it's a full time jack move Chilly Chill, yo homie mack the track move And I'll jack any Tom, Dick and Hank That's the name of the SUCKERS I done ganked I get away from a copper Drop a dime, I'll break you off somethin proper With the L-E-N-C-H-M-O-B T-Bone and that's J.D. And here's how we'll greet ya Stop fool, come off that beat ya feel dumb cause you're caught in the dark (ya lil nuttin ass mark) Raise up, cause you cant' have it back You said - "I ain't never got gaffled like that" Off the end of the gat you choke Short Dog's in the house - "Whattup loc?" Nuttin but a come up Gimme that bass, and don't try to run up Cause you'll get banked somethin sweet Ice Cube and the Lench Mob, is jackin for beats Verse Two: Huh, and even if you're down with my crew *Yo Chuck man, i don't understand this man You got to slow down* I jack them too And then we'll freak it Kick that bass, and look what we did Fade the grade, played, and made a few mil and I keep stealin Ice Cube'll make it funky But right about now - *let's get up in the hump* But I don't party and shake my butt I leave that to the brothers with the funny haircuts And it'll drive you nuts Steal your beat, and give it that gangsta touch Like jackin at night Say hi to the three fifty-seven I'm packin And it sounds so sweet Ice Cube and the Lench Mob, is jackin for beats Verse Three: Ice Cube, will take a funky beat and reshape it Locate a dope break, and then I break it And give it that gangsta lean Dead in your face as I turn up the bass I make punk suckers run and duck because I don't try to hide cause you know that I love to jack a fool for his beat and then I'm outtie So when I come to your town don't crowd me Cause I know, you're gonna wanna kick it with me But I know, none of y'all can get with me So you think you're protected Well you are til you put a funky beat on a record Then I have to show and prove and use your groove Cause suckers can't fade the Cube And if I jack you and you keep comin I'll have you marks a 100 Miles and Running! *stop stop stop stop stop! sa-prize, niggaz* |
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from Ice Cube - Amerikkka's Most Wanted (1990)
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
I damn near had to wreck a ho I knocked on the door - "who is it? " It's ice cube, come to pay a little visit to ya And what's up with the niggers in the parking lot She said fuck em, cause they get sparked alot I sat on the couch but it wasn't stable And then I put my nikes on the coffee table Her brother walked in he's into gangbangin Cause he walked up and said "what set you claimin" I don't bang I write the good rhymes The whole scenery reminded me of good times I hate to feel bad but I'm in a rut By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth And fired up the sess it was sess no doubt She said please excuse my house and all that I said yeah cause I was buzzed from the contact Lookin at a fucked up black and white Her mom's bitchin cause the county check wasn't right She had another brother that was three years old And had a bad case of the runny nose He asked me who I was then I had to pause It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers I saw her sister that needs get her ass kicked Only thirteen and already pregnant I grabbed the forty out the bag and took a swig Cause I was getting overwhelmed by bebe kids They were runnin and playin and cursin and yellin And tellin and look at this young punk bailin I heard a knock on the door without the password And her mom?s got the 12 guage mossberg The nigga said "yo, what's for sale" And the bitch came out with a bag of ya-yo She made the drop and got the 20 dollars From a smoked out fool with ring around the collar The girl I was waiting for came out I said bitch I didn't know this was a crack house I got my coat and suddenly ... (police breaking into house annoucing themselves) The cop busted in and had a mac-10 pointed to my dome And I said to myself once again it's on He threw me on the carpet no slap jumped back Stomped on my head and put his knee in my back First he tried to wrap me up, slap me up, rough me up They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up I said fuck how much abuse can a nigga take Hey yo officer you're making a big mistake Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope He thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case He said get out my face I musta had a grudge His reply tell that bullshit to the judge The girl I was with wasn't sayin nothin I said aiyyo bitch you better tell em somethin She started draggin and all of a sudden We all got tossed in the patty wagon Now I beat the rap but that ain't the point I had a warrant so I spent 2 weeks in the joint Now the story you heard has one little object Don't fuck with a bitch from the projects! |
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from Ice Cube - Amerikkka's Most Wanted (1990)
You can't fuck with the criminal rapping over gangsta shit
First I load the clip and then I make the hit I know some y'all can't fade this Lench mob niggas are the craziest So you and your boys are ass-out When I'm rollin in a seven-deuce glass house The mob ain't nothing but a menace When we get the motherfucking dog in us Playing them old beats I'm pouring out some of my beer for my homies Ready to peel your cap You can't believe "faces of death" on wax Some say the mob ain't positive Man fuck that shit cause I gots to live How I live and you could either give a fuck punk Yo or get your ass bucked Some rappers are heaven-sent But self-destruction don't pay the fucking rent So you can either sell dope or get your ass a job I'd rather roll it wit the lench mob To be down with the mob is simple Mind your own you want a spot find your own And take mine if you're badder than the strong man I do the right thing I do the wrong thing Do anything cause I ain't faking the scene It's all about how much bacon you bring And if you see something from the gat I will stuff it Yo you ain't seen nothing Cause if you testify you're living blind Cause in the city you live and let die Rolling with the fools one time can't beat On my knees in the street interlock my hands and feet He said "i know you" I said "you might My name is ice cube I did a song you didn't like" So he soaked me up like bounty Had to do a week in the county A piece of cake it was just like a party Cause in the county you know everybody No I didn't kill or steal or rob Locked up for what cause I'm rollin wit the lench mob If you know a female that's rollin with the lench mob Watch your step cause the gat is kept In the purse like my homegirl yo-yo You gotta be down and you can't be a hoe no Cause if you are I'll be the first one to bust you out After my crew I'll be the first one to rush you out Get the picture or bitch You'll get the eighty-six If she wanna try and mix Business and pleasure make up your own mind You gotta be a hoe on your own time Don't sleep cause even on a solo creep Yo the mob is still deep And we'll play ya just like a nit-wit You thought you got with the crew you can't get with So get the noose ready for the lynching Now 235 is what I'm benching But nowadays it's still not enough I got something guaranteed to stop the bum rush Give me the gat, step back, and watch me do the job Rolling with the motherfucking lench mob |
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from Ice Cube - Amerikkka's Most Wanted (1990)
It's like a holocaust to the boss when I toss
Too much knowledge kicked then you're lost In a shuffle of feet, jinx the fiddler And I control your mind like hitler You bow and vow to authority See now, a sucker with a style just boring me So I show k.n.o.w. L.e.d.g.e. it might trouble you Then I transform like a decepticon With a mic as a bomb In my right palm But I don't stay calm So panic Others can't flow so they go schizophrenic You thought I dropped a dud in your face Until you taste the blood of the bass Then you faint, or better yet pass out When I'm on the mic, believe it's ass out You think you're raw so you draw You lose, you're hung, you bite your tongue The whole town saw in awe as you strangle A noose on your neck, and you dangle From side to side in the blazing heat You're beat, you're dead, the fools fell off You feel you're turning red, it's said That your head burst And this is only the first verse Of the bomb (break) Don't break up the fight let them rumble Over the years I've watched some go super-bad quick Now the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach Now ask yourself, who's stupid? I take funky funky beats and I loop it And pimp slap you in the face with the bass And the boom from the bomb that I drop Stop You have a flat top as a fashion I love black women with a passion But when they gotta go and show their ass in I gotta clown the hoes, yeah You gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres They'll steer you wrong Ice cube's got it going on, hit me For the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhyme The system ain't wholesome They want to put a young brother in folsom And others see me on lockdown But I come up foul then they get knocked out, word To the brother that rolls the herb Everybody getting knocked to the curb like that Jinx got the gat, and it's a fact He'll kick a funky beat to peel your cap Now who's the mack? Who's the hoe? Who's the trick? I got many, many styles won't you take a pick But don't be alarmed When I trip and stumble and fumble And drop the (rewind) Drop the bomb (break) I'm solo, you ask how I'm living Still dropping more shit than a pigeon With the l, the e, the n, the c, the h, The m, the o, the b, the great Lyrics that make the beat swing and I gotcha It's the hip-hopper that don't like coppers And if you try to upset the pot son You get kicked in the chest like a shotgun I make the beats, I make the breaks I make the rhymes that make you shake Make you find Ice cube never caught in the middle I make shit to kick you in the ass a little And still never hesitate to stutter step Or bust a repitition on the mic Still dissing all the hype From left to right How many left to fight? So what that lench mob like? |
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from Ice Cube - Amerikkka's Most Wanted (1990)
Now the taste of alcohol is filling up my bladder
What's the date and time it don't matter Had a pocket full of phone numbers I was trying to sort To make a long story short Ran into this girl named carla Knew her from the back seat of my homie's impala She said what's up yeah what's the deal Check the hairdo of course it ain't real Then I looked down she was fat in the front I asked how long, well about seven months Oh how time flies when you're having fun She said yeah but the damage is done Where you been, on a little vacation Oh by the way congratulations Who's the lucky man? I don't have a clue Then she said the lucky man is you I dropped my brew And everything looked fuzzy Not a baby by you the neighborhood hussy She said yeah remember that date I thought back and tried to calculate Then I said damn are you sure it's mine Cause I know you been tossed plenty of times She said that day no I wasn't whoring Your ass is mine that's when the sweat started pouring Cause all I saw was ice cube in court Paying a gang on child support Then I thought deep about giving up the money What I need to do is kick the bitch in the tummy Naw cause then I'd really get faded That's murder one cause it was premeditated So what I'm a do I don't have a clue How many months left damn only two I'm gettin faded No cigar, g Ay yo homey man I'm getting faded It's crazy cause before I could sleep with her I had to duck and dodge and try to creep with her See the booty and the front was all in place But the girl had the pitbull face So we ran jumped drove swam crawled hid Oh lord God forbid My homies see me at the motel Cause those fools would love to just go tell Everybody in the hood that knows your rep So jump in the back seat and quiet is kept And hold your big fat butt steady Cause yo hoe I got the paper bag ready She started moaning and gobbling like a turkey I knocked the boots from here to albuquerque I dropped her off man and I'm knowing That I'm a hate myself in the morning I got drunk to help me forget Yo another day another hit shit I'm gettin faded Ay yo you know what time it is Nine months later she's ready to drop the load And everybody in the hood already knows It's supposed to be mine so they laughing at me You know ice cube can't be having that g I'm thinking to myself why did I bang her Now I'm in the closet looking for the hanger Jd and jinx and t-bone won't let up they won't shut up I'm gettin fed up bitch Cause I know you're tryin to break me But if I find out your tryin to fake me I'm a buff that duff for a hoot Beat ya down and leave a crown or two That night she went into labor And the shit is getting kinda major The baby came out damn it was a lifesaver Looking like my next-door neighbor She said it was mine that was her best guess But let's check the results of the blood test I started smiling yeah cause it read negative Damn why did I let her live? After that I should've got the gat And bust and rushed and illed and peeled the cap But no I just told the hoe who laid me Excuse me bitch it's a switch You can't fade me Naw baby not this way Yo you ain't playing ice cube out like no booger I don't fall for the okey-doke And before I fall for the okey-doke I let the pistol smoke Now sing it Yeah baby you can't fade me Naw unfadable baby |
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from Ice Cube - Amerikkka's Most Wanted (1990)
Intro: Little Russ, Ice Cube
[story-teller] Once upon a time, in the black part of the city [young kid] Yo G, yo G you better get out of here man, 5-0 [door swings shut, car peels out] [Russ] Yo Ice Cube, man [Cube] Whassup man? [Russ] Why you... [Cube] Whassup? [Russ] Yo Ice Cube man, why you always kickin the shit about the bitches and the niggaz? Why don't you kick some shit about the kids, man? The fuckin kids?! [Cube] Word Verse One: Ice Cube Little boys and girls, they all love me Come sit on the lap of I-C-E And let me tell ya a story or two About a punk-ass nigga I knew Named Jack, he wasn't that nimble, wasn't that quick Jumped over the candlestick and burnt his dick Ran up the street cause he was piping hot Met a bitch named Jill on the bus stop Dropped a line or two, and he had the hoe At that type of shit he's a pro So Jack and Jill ran up the hill to catch a lil nap Dumb bitch, gave him the claps Then he had to go see Dr. Bombay Got a shot in the ass, and he was on his way To make some money, why not? Down on Sesame Street, the dope spot There he saw the lady who lived in a shoe Sold dope out the front, but in back, marijuana grew For the man that was really important Who lived down the street in a Air Jordan Ride to the fellow Mister Rogers and hoes Drove a 500 sittin on Lorenzoes He broke out, Little Bo Peep, smoked out Saw, her and her friends sellin sheepskins [Little Bo Peep] Yo yo I got them sheepskins Yo, my empty sheepskins Yo baby, what's up with that? Hickory dickory dock, it was twelve o'clock Cinderella ain't home must be givin up the cock I don't doubt it, she is kind of freaky of course Had a fight with Snow White, she was fuckin her dwarfs Saw a fight over colors, too Red Riding Hood, and Little Boy Blue A bad influence? Yo I don't know But Ice Cube'll tell the kids how the story should go Interlude: Little Russ Yeah money, that's it, yeah money, that's it This is Little Russ in the house Rock that shit homey, rock that shit! [Well, you know the rest] Verse Two: Ice Cube Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall With a joint, drinkin some 8-ball Three little pigs in a Coup de Ville Lookin for, the wolf to kill They're fucked up and they want revenge Them and Humpty used to be friends Now they're enemies cause he's a traitor Pulled out the Uzi cruised by and sprayed him Cinderella hoeing for the fellas And Mister Rogers is gettin mighty jealous Of the cash that the pigs were makin Time for the pigs to get turned to bacon Cause Mister Rogers found out quick That Humpty Dumpty was blown to bits They said that the motherfuckin wolf was next So Mister Rogers better watch his step So he let the wolf know We're gonna fuck up the pigs, and take their ho Cause Cinderella is much too fast Before twelve, givin up ass Double barrels all loaded and cocked As soon as they show, they gonna get popped They bailed down Sesame Street and caught em Little Boy Blue is up front givin orders Little did they know Cinderella was a fink She called the cops and got thrown in the clink A bad influence? Yo, I don't know But Ice Cube'll tell the kids how the stories should go Outro: Little Russ, Ice Cube [Cube] Aiyyo man was that dope enough for you? [Russ] Yeah you aight, you in the house We outta here, seeeee-yaaaaa [Cube] Yeah you better go home before I whoop your little bad ass [Barney Rubble] Some bedtime story huh? [Bugs Bunny] It's a nice place to visit, but I wouldn't wanna live here [Andrew Dice Clay] Ay, good ol' Mother Goose, remember her? I fucked her |
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from Ice Cube - Amerikkka's Most Wanted (1990)
Ice Cube with The Lench Mob, I got it goin on
A nigga that's livin in the city of the criminal zone One-time can't keep the law in order cos everybody's goin crazy for a quarter You're tuned in to the number one crew in the area The way I'm talkin I'm scarin ya I'm darin ya to raise hell and bail and brag and sag or beat down for ya flag Cos if you is or you ain't a gangbanger Keep one in the chamber Cos you'll get them thangs put on ya son Ice Cube has got the 4-1-1 All the ol' school house fellows are crooks So I get jealous looks They keep thinkin did my hair grow? Will the boys 'n' the hood have to beat down Ice Cube? Hell no, I'll static son, you'll see it's okay I keep my 9 anyway for the day one of my homies wanna squab I'm still rollin wit The Lench Mob (AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted) Back in the day I did my share of dirt Sometimes I got away clean, sometimes people got hurt But if you know me, you know that I'm liable to bust a cap cos it's all about survival of the fittest I'm a menace crook I did so much dirt I need to be in the Guinness Book From the shit I took from people I reap all your fat shit, jack Back to the criminals sect I leave crew after crew but they can't catch me yet Cos I'm slick and slippery They can't get wit me, cops ain't shit to me I can't dig a pig so I drop the dogs and sweat em like sweathogs and get mad, mad cos I'm the nigga that flaunt it AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted Aiyo, here's what the poster read: 'Ice Cube is wanted dead' That's all it said I put heads to bed and fled the scene wit all the green Hear shots and si-reens When I feen first they yo' rings, now they my rings So give it up punk and then I just put another jack in progress It's the American way cos I'm the G-A-N-G-S-T-A Ice Cube - a motherfuckin cut-throat and tried to catch the early bird but they slept, so who gets the worm? And if I'm caught in a trap you know I'ma beat the rap with a payoff, cop gotta lay off FBI on my dick, stay off! I'm not a rebel or a renegade on a quest I'm a nigga with a 'S' on his chest so get the Kryptonite cos I'm a rip tonight Cos I'm scarin ya, wanted by America (Aiyo Cube man, they on your ass) Word, but who the fuck is heard? It's time to take a trip to the suburbs Let em see a nigga invasion Point blank for the caucasian Cock the hammer then crack that ol' smile Take me to your house, pal Got to the house, my pockets got fat, see Crack the safe, got the money and the jewelry Three weeks later, I'm at the P-A-D Had a little fly ass bitch wit me Sittin in a dig, yo it couldn't be (Whattup G?) Saw my face on TV Damn (oh shit!) I didn't know I lucked out Struck out, I gotta get the fuck out Pack my bags and tried to hit the door when the ol' bitch down the street must've turned me in Cos the feds was out there ten deep I got hassled and gaffled in the back seat I think back when I was robbin my own kind The police didn't pay it no mind But when I start robbin the white folks Now I'm in the pen wit the soap-on-a-rope I said it before and I'll still taunt it Every motherfucker with a colour is most wanted |
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from Ice Cube - Amerikkka's Most Wanted (1990)
Verse One:
Up early in the morning, dressed in black Don't ask why? 'Cause I'm down in a suit and tie They killed a homie that I went to school with (Damn!) I tell ya life ain't shit to fool with I still hear the screams of his mother While my nigga laid dead in the gutter (Shit!) And it's getting to my temple Why is that the only time black folks get to ride in a limo? It makes me so mad I want to get my sawed-off And have some bodies hauled off But no, I pay my respects and I'm through (whaddup Cube?) Hug my crew, and maybe shed a tear or two And I wanna get blitz Grab my 40 ounce and then I reminisce About a brother who had to be the one and only So I dedicate this to my dead homiez... Verse Two: Another homie got murdered on a shakedown {three gun shots} And his mother is at the funeral, havin' a nervous breakdown Two shots hit him in the face when they blasted {two gun shots} A framed picture and a closed casket A single file line about 50 cars long All drivin' slow with they lights on He got a lot of flowers and a big wreath What good is that when you're six feet deep? I look at that shit and gotta think to myself And thank God for my health 'Cause nobody really ever know When it's gonna be they family on the front row So I take everything slow, go with the flow Shut my motherfuckin' mouth if I don't know(Word!) 'Cause that's what Pops told me But I wish he could have said it...to my dead homiez Verse Three: I remember we painted our names on the wall for fun Now it's "Rest in Peace" after every one Except me, but I ain't the one to front Seems like I'm viewin' a body after every month Plus, I knew him when he was yea big Pour beer on the curb before I take a swig But somethin' ain't right And it's a tragedy, that's the only time that the family's tight Lovin' each other in a caring mood There's lots of people and lots of food They say "Be Strong" and you're tryin' But how strong can you be when you see your Pops cryin'? So that's why Ice Cube's dressed up Because the city is so fuckin' messed up And everybody is so phony Take a little time...to think about your dead homiez. |
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from Ice Cube - Amerikkka's Most Wanted (1990)
[flavor flav] stay off his dick!
Nigga, some don't think I can flow, so here we go To a new track, to show the wack, that I can throw Styles that show up, I blow up and blast here Niggaz still trippin off the shit I said last year About a bitch is a bitch is a hoe is a slut And I don't like niggaz on my nuts! So I dedicate this one to the groupie And the charlie, all on my snoopy Brothers keep askin, "ice cube yo when will you bust" They surround me and make a big fuss Now I was taught, back on my block That you don't ride on nobody's jock For anything they do, fuck him and his crew Unless, you were gettin paid too! I'm not saying this to diss each and every fan Women you can ride, man be a man! Shake my hand, and make it a firm shake Say, "whattup ice cube? " and then break Cause if you're hangin there i'ma tell you loud and clear Get off my my dick nigga, and tell your bitch to come here * cut n scratch of flavor flav saying "stay off his dick" And ice cube saying "all on my snoopy" * * cut n scratch of flavor flav saying "yo yo check this out" And ice cube saying "i'ma tell you loud and clear" * [ice cube] Motherfucker, back up off me I'm not signin no autographs, I'm not givin no free t-shirts And I'm not havin none of this bullshit you're talkin Youknowhati'msayin? ("get off my dick nigga, and tell your bitch to come here") I step into the club, to rub-a-dub It seems like all the little hoes fall in love With my money, cause yo about a year ago I was just your ordinary average everyday crazy ass bro But you know, I just can't be equal Cause they know, I know a lot of famous people But to a one-night stand, there's no sequel Here's the pickle, pretend it's a popsicle See for a fat booty, I do damage They think I'm a star, so I take advantage It's just another ice cube groupie test She's a hoe cause they knew her at the front desk Told her to meet me, at the room 110 And the bitch showed up, with her boyfriend I let him in, all he could do was grin He had a camera, a t-shirt, a pad and pen He said, "yo ice cube, can you sign this? " I only did it cause his bitch was the finest She blew me a kiss and gave a bitter frown Like - how can we get rid of this clown? Me and her sat down, he got a little jealous Cause his punk ass sat in the middle of us And he asked me question after question It felt like a motherfuckin interview session Then his girl got up, I heard the do' shut And he was still there, swingin from my nuts I said, "get the fuck out!" and made it loud and clear Get off my dick nigga, and tell your bitch to come here I see me about ten mark ass motherfuckers fans Knock on the door, talkin about whassup? Yo man, it was about a hundred and twenty dicks man Niggaz start, niggaz comin out of hotel rooms Without no bitches! They can get gaffled like they in a motherfuckin raffle Punk ass [ice cube] Yo, I respect the respectable If your girl is all on my dick, check the hoe Say, "yeah that nigga he can rap fly But you know, stars are up in the sky" Cause all I got is hard dick, and bubblegum Just ran out my last stick is where I'm comin from I'm not tellin you to diss mr. ice cube Cause you know, I'm the one that can show and prove Now groupie girls, I just make em wait But the groupie boys, I can't tolerate I hate it so much, i'ma start givin stitches To the niggaz that's starin like bitches Cause I'm not a fairy, a mary or a faggot Gimme the eye, I'll fly, and tag it Now you see? jockin ain't healthy Cause you think that I'm young and I'm wealthy? With juice, so I see you try to run behind But i'ma tell you punk, you gets none of mine Cause I was taught, see a fool, use a fool By the niggaz who terrorized the old school So don't try me or buy me a beer Just stay off my dick nigga * echoes * |
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from Ice Cube - Amerikkka's Most Wanted (1990)
[flavor flav] stay off his dick!
Nigga, some don't think I can flow, so here we go To a new track, to show the wack, that I can throw Styles that show up, I blow up and blast here Niggaz still trippin off the shit I said last year About a bitch is a bitch is a hoe is a slut And I don't like niggaz on my nuts! So I dedicate this one to the groupie And the charlie, all on my snoopy Brothers keep askin, "ice cube yo when will you bust" They surround me and make a big fuss Now I was taught, back on my block That you don't ride on nobody's jock For anything they do, fuck him and his crew Unless, you were gettin paid too! I'm not saying this to diss each and every fan Women you can ride, man be a man! Shake my hand, and make it a firm shake Say, "whattup ice cube? " and then break Cause if you're hangin there i'ma tell you loud and clear Get off my my dick nigga, and tell your bitch to come here * cut n scratch of flavor flav saying "stay off his dick" And ice cube saying "all on my snoopy" * * cut n scratch of flavor flav saying "yo yo check this out" And ice cube saying "i'ma tell you loud and clear" * [ice cube] Motherfucker, back up off me I'm not signin no autographs, I'm not givin no free t-shirts And I'm not havin none of this bullshit you're talkin Youknowhati'msayin? ("get off my dick nigga, and tell your bitch to come here") I step into the club, to rub-a-dub It seems like all the little hoes fall in love With my money, cause yo about a year ago I was just your ordinary average everyday crazy ass bro But you know, I just can't be equal Cause they know, I know a lot of famous people But to a one-night stand, there's no sequel Here's the pickle, pretend it's a popsicle See for a fat booty, I do damage They think I'm a star, so I take advantage It's just another ice cube groupie test She's a hoe cause they knew her at the front desk Told her to meet me, at the room 110 And the bitch showed up, with her boyfriend I let him in, all he could do was grin He had a camera, a t-shirt, a pad and pen He said, "yo ice cube, can you sign this? " I only did it cause his bitch was the finest She blew me a kiss and gave a bitter frown Like - how can we get rid of this clown? Me and her sat down, he got a little jealous Cause his punk ass sat in the middle of us And he asked me question after question It felt like a motherfuckin interview session Then his girl got up, I heard the do' shut And he was still there, swingin from my nuts I said, "get the fuck out!" and made it loud and clear Get off my dick nigga, and tell your bitch to come here I see me about ten mark ass motherfuckers fans Knock on the door, talkin about whassup? Yo man, it was about a hundred and twenty dicks man Niggaz start, niggaz comin out of hotel rooms Without no bitches! They can get gaffled like they in a motherfuckin raffle Punk ass [ice cube] Yo, I respect the respectable If your girl is all on my dick, check the hoe Say, "yeah that nigga he can rap fly But you know, stars are up in the sky" Cause all I got is hard dick, and bubblegum Just ran out my last stick is where I'm comin from I'm not tellin you to diss mr. ice cube Cause you know, I'm the one that can show and prove Now groupie girls, I just make em wait But the groupie boys, I can't tolerate I hate it so much, i'ma start givin stitches To the niggaz that's starin like bitches Cause I'm not a fairy, a mary or a faggot Gimme the eye, I'll fly, and tag it Now you see? jockin ain't healthy Cause you think that I'm young and I'm wealthy? With juice, so I see you try to run behind But i'ma tell you punk, you gets none of mine Cause I was taught, see a fool, use a fool By the niggaz who terrorized the old school So don't try me or buy me a beer Just stay off my dick nigga * echoes * |
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from Ice Cube - Amerikkka's Most Wanted (1990)
(flavor flav)
Well two bees in a bucket Mother motherfuck it You either flavor flav it Or you chuck chuck chuck it Kiss my ass or suck a d.i.c.- K. stands for kill so don't fuck with me I fucked that lady in the bed I missed that pussy and I bust a spread I tried it again in a thumping wagon The bottom fell out and her ass started dragging Tried it again and I failed to grasp I missed that pussy and I bust my ass Then I fucked this lady in the tree The baby came out and said "run-dmc" (ice cube) I knew this girl who looked just like you Light brown and a fly hair-do I wanted to do her, screw her So I stepped to her On-key bitch had more ass than a donkey I said you're the type of girl that I can't pass over Give me one chance and I'll bend your ass over Just call me the plumber at the end of the night Cause a nigga like me'll lay plenty of pipe She didn't get offended it was splendid to me Cause mister nice guy is what I pretended to be I guess I just wine her and dine her And by the end of the night I'll be behind her Waxing that ass like rain dance On the bumper get the pussy then I dump her Took her to the comfort inn Tucked her in Pulled out the third leg pumped it in She said will you call me Yeah I'll call you a bitch or a hoe after I ball ya Naw I'm just playin but it's still the same Cause a nigga like ice cube is only out for one thang |
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from Ice Cube - Amerikkka's Most Wanted (1990)
Women they're good for nothing no maybe one thing
To serve needs to my ding-a-ling I'm a man who loves the one-night stand Cause after I do ya Huh I never knew ya Cause to kick it man it gives me the fits They wanna lay with they nose under your armpits Ice cube won't wait so give it up cow After we do it you can go home now I'm a brother with a big long... (yo-yo) First of all let me tell you my name it's yo-yo When down on a girl first the fist and that's a no-no Yo-yo thinks the kitchen sink should be thrown in Niggas be scheming and fiending to stick the bone in No, yo-yo's not a hoe or a whore And if that's what you're here for Exit through the door There's more To see of me but you're blind so Women like me are fading brothers in the 9-0 (ice cube) Ay what up buttercupper miss yo-yo I know you like to rap and like to flow so But when it comes to hip-hop this is a man's world Stay down and play the playground you little girl (yo-yo) What you're saying I don't consider it as rapping Cause you're on rewind and I'm the new what's-happening It never fails I'll always get respect And you lose so take a rain check (ice cube) Hell no cause you know that I'm first and you're second If it wasn't for me you probably be pregnant And barefoot complaining that your back is aching Shaking and faking while I'm bringing home the bacon (yo-yo) Well you're mistaken It's not going that far I make brothers like you play the back yard You used to flow with the title but I took it Bring home the bacon but find another hoe to cook it (ice cube) Damn it look it Cause you're talking a lot of bull (yo-yo) Well I'm not your puppet so don't even try to pull (ice cube) This is a man's world thank you very much (yo-yo) But it wouldn't be a damn thing without a woman's touch break (ice cube) Ah miss yo-yo so what gives I hear females always talkin about women's lib Well get your own crib And stay there Instead of having more babies for the welfare Cause if you don't I'll label you a gold digger The name is ice cube you know that I ain't the nigga For you to look at when your hair get nappy So take a piece of the pole and be happy (yo-yo) Hell no because to me you're not a thriller You come in the room with your three-inch killer Thinking you can do damage to my backbone Leave your child in the yard until it's full-grown I'm a put it like this my man Without us your hand would be your best friend So give us credit like you know you should If I don't look good you don't look good (ice cube) I doubt it baby cause we're still most dominant (yo-yo) But you don't know how funky that I can get (ice cube) This is a man's world thank you very much (yo-yo) But it wouldn't be a damn thing without a woman's touch break (ice cube) Man women I put a lot of fear in em Cause I had it up to here with em Drink a beer with em No way cause I can only deal with em about an hour every day Yeah if you know what I mean baby (yo-yo-) Well I guess now that I think about it I think maybe If you was more of a man instead of faking it Women deserve the credit when they're making it (ice cube) Yeah so what's the problem (yo-yo) Well I think we solved it I know they know the best male from who's doggin it (ice cube) Yeah I admit you can flow (yo-yo) Well that's true (ice cube) But you see I'm a pro with the bank too (yo-yo) Yeah I can see you got it good (ice cube) Oh that I know (yo-yo) But you see you're not better than yo-yo The brand-new intelligent black lady (ice cube) You're kinda dope but you still can't fade me (yo-yo) So what up then (ice cube) Girl what you tryin to do (yo-yo) To prove a black woman like me can bring the funk through (ice cube) This is a man's world thank you very much (yo-yo) But it wouldn't be a damn thing without a woman's touch (ice cube) Or a big butt... |
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from Ice Cube - Amerikkka's Most Wanted (1990)
Intro:
Wait a minute, hold on, get your ass up Whassup nigga? Get over there... shit Ya lil punk ass nigga C'mere, c'mere, c'mere boy God damnit you stop that shit now Take him to jail and get him the hell from in front of this house Now wait a minute, wait a minute, hey man Whassup? Wait a minute? There are police, go! Verse One: Give me that beat fool, it's a full time jack move Chilly Chill, yo homie mack the track move And I'll jack any Tom, Dick and Hank That's the name of the SUCKERS I done ganked I get away from a copper Drop a dime, I'll break you off somethin proper With the L-E-N-C-H-M-O-B T-Bone and that's J.D. And here's how we'll greet ya Stop fool, come off that beat ya feel dumb cause you're caught in the dark (ya lil nuttin ass mark) Raise up, cause you cant' have it back You said - "I ain't never got gaffled like that" Off the end of the gat you choke Short Dog's in the house - "Whattup loc?" Nuttin but a come up Gimme that bass, and don't try to run up Cause you'll get banked somethin sweet Ice Cube and the Lench Mob, is jackin for beats Verse Two: Huh, and even if you're down with my crew *Yo Chuck man, i don't understand this man You got to slow down* I jack them too And then we'll freak it Kick that bass, and look what we did Fade the grade, played, and made a few mil and I keep stealin Ice Cube'll make it funky But right about now - *let's get up in the hump* But I don't party and shake my butt I leave that to the brothers with the funny haircuts And it'll drive you nuts Steal your beat, and give it that gangsta touch Like jackin at night Say hi to the three fifty-seven I'm packin And it sounds so sweet Ice Cube and the Lench Mob, is jackin for beats Verse Three: Ice Cube, will take a funky beat and reshape it Locate a dope break, and then I break it And give it that gangsta lean Dead in your face as I turn up the bass I make punk suckers run and duck because I don't try to hide cause you know that I love to jack a fool for his beat and then I'm outtie So when I come to your town don't crowd me Cause I know, you're gonna wanna kick it with me But I know, none of y'all can get with me So you think you're protected Well you are til you put a funky beat on a record Then I have to show and prove and use your groove Cause suckers can't fade the Cube And if I jack you and you keep comin I'll have you marks a 100 Miles and Running! *stop stop stop stop stop! sa-prize, niggaz* |
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from Ice Cube - Amerikkka's Most Wanted (1990)
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
I damn near had to wreck a ho I knocked on the door - "who is it? " It's ice cube, come to pay a little visit to ya And what's up with the niggers in the parking lot She said fuck em, cause they get sparked alot I sat on the couch but it wasn't stable And then I put my nikes on the coffee table Her brother walked in he's into gangbangin Cause he walked up and said "what set you claimin" I don't bang I write the good rhymes The whole scenery reminded me of good times I hate to feel bad but I'm in a rut By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth And fired up the sess it was sess no doubt She said please excuse my house and all that I said yeah cause I was buzzed from the contact Lookin at a fucked up black and white Her mom's bitchin cause the county check wasn't right She had another brother that was three years old And had a bad case of the runny nose He asked me who I was then I had to pause It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers I saw her sister that needs get her ass kicked Only thirteen and already pregnant I grabbed the forty out the bag and took a swig Cause I was getting overwhelmed by bebe kids They were runnin and playin and cursin and yellin And tellin and look at this young punk bailin I heard a knock on the door without the password And her mom?s got the 12 guage mossberg The nigga said "yo, what's for sale" And the bitch came out with a bag of ya-yo She made the drop and got the 20 dollars From a smoked out fool with ring around the collar The girl I was waiting for came out I said bitch I didn't know this was a crack house I got my coat and suddenly ... (police breaking into house annoucing themselves) The cop busted in and had a mac-10 pointed to my dome And I said to myself once again it's on He threw me on the carpet no slap jumped back Stomped on my head and put his knee in my back First he tried to wrap me up, slap me up, rough me up They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up I said fuck how much abuse can a nigga take Hey yo officer you're making a big mistake Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope He thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case He said get out my face I musta had a grudge His reply tell that bullshit to the judge The girl I was with wasn't sayin nothin I said aiyyo bitch you better tell em somethin She started draggin and all of a sudden We all got tossed in the patty wagon Now I beat the rap but that ain't the point I had a warrant so I spent 2 weeks in the joint Now the story you heard has one little object Don't fuck with a bitch from the projects! |
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from Ice Cube - Amerikkka's Most Wanted (1990)
You can't fuck with the criminal rapping over gangsta shit
First I load the clip and then I make the hit I know some y'all can't fade this Lench mob niggas are the craziest So you and your boys are ass-out When I'm rollin in a seven-deuce glass house The mob ain't nothing but a menace When we get the motherfucking dog in us Playing them old beats I'm pouring out some of my beer for my homies Ready to peel your cap You can't believe "faces of death" on wax Some say the mob ain't positive Man fuck that shit cause I gots to live How I live and you could either give a fuck punk Yo or get your ass bucked Some rappers are heaven-sent But self-destruction don't pay the fucking rent So you can either sell dope or get your ass a job I'd rather roll it wit the lench mob To be down with the mob is simple Mind your own you want a spot find your own And take mine if you're badder than the strong man I do the right thing I do the wrong thing Do anything cause I ain't faking the scene It's all about how much bacon you bring And if you see something from the gat I will stuff it Yo you ain't seen nothing Cause if you testify you're living blind Cause in the city you live and let die Rolling with the fools one time can't beat On my knees in the street interlock my hands and feet He said "i know you" I said "you might My name is ice cube I did a song you didn't like" So he soaked me up like bounty Had to do a week in the county A piece of cake it was just like a party Cause in the county you know everybody No I didn't kill or steal or rob Locked up for what cause I'm rollin wit the lench mob If you know a female that's rollin with the lench mob Watch your step cause the gat is kept In the purse like my homegirl yo-yo You gotta be down and you can't be a hoe no Cause if you are I'll be the first one to bust you out After my crew I'll be the first one to rush you out Get the picture or bitch You'll get the eighty-six If she wanna try and mix Business and pleasure make up your own mind You gotta be a hoe on your own time Don't sleep cause even on a solo creep Yo the mob is still deep And we'll play ya just like a nit-wit You thought you got with the crew you can't get with So get the noose ready for the lynching Now 235 is what I'm benching But nowadays it's still not enough I got something guaranteed to stop the bum rush Give me the gat, step back, and watch me do the job Rolling with the motherfucking lench mob |
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from Ice Cube - Amerikkka's Most Wanted (1990)
It's like a holocaust to the boss when I toss
Too much knowledge kicked then you're lost In a shuffle of feet, jinx the fiddler And I control your mind like hitler You bow and vow to authority See now, a sucker with a style just boring me So I show k.n.o.w. L.e.d.g.e. it might trouble you Then I transform like a decepticon With a mic as a bomb In my right palm But I don't stay calm So panic Others can't flow so they go schizophrenic You thought I dropped a dud in your face Until you taste the blood of the bass Then you faint, or better yet pass out When I'm on the mic, believe it's ass out You think you're raw so you draw You lose, you're hung, you bite your tongue The whole town saw in awe as you strangle A noose on your neck, and you dangle From side to side in the blazing heat You're beat, you're dead, the fools fell off You feel you're turning red, it's said That your head burst And this is only the first verse Of the bomb (break) Don't break up the fight let them rumble Over the years I've watched some go super-bad quick Now the smell of the pen has got them sick to the stomach Now ask yourself, who's stupid? I take funky funky beats and I loop it And pimp slap you in the face with the bass And the boom from the bomb that I drop Stop You have a flat top as a fashion I love black women with a passion But when they gotta go and show their ass in I gotta clown the hoes, yeah You gotta watch the ones with the big derrieres They'll steer you wrong Ice cube's got it going on, hit me For the gangster boogie two times for the gangster rhyme The system ain't wholesome They want to put a young brother in folsom And others see me on lockdown But I come up foul then they get knocked out, word To the brother that rolls the herb Everybody getting knocked to the curb like that Jinx got the gat, and it's a fact He'll kick a funky beat to peel your cap Now who's the mack? Who's the hoe? Who's the trick? I got many, many styles won't you take a pick But don't be alarmed When I trip and stumble and fumble And drop the (rewind) Drop the bomb (break) I'm solo, you ask how I'm living Still dropping more shit than a pigeon With the l, the e, the n, the c, the h, The m, the o, the b, the great Lyrics that make the beat swing and I gotcha It's the hip-hopper that don't like coppers And if you try to upset the pot son You get kicked in the chest like a shotgun I make the beats, I make the breaks I make the rhymes that make you shake Make you find Ice cube never caught in the middle I make shit to kick you in the ass a little And still never hesitate to stutter step Or bust a repitition on the mic Still dissing all the hype From left to right How many left to fight? So what that lench mob like? |
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from Ice Cube - Amerikkka's Most Wanted (1990)
I heard payback's a motherfucking nigga
That's why I'm sick of gettin treated like a goddamn stepchild Fuck a punk cause I ain't him You gotta deal with the nine-double-limb The damn scum that you all hate Just think if niggas decide to retaliate They try to keep me from running up I never tell you to get down it's all about coming up So what they do go and ban the ak? My shit wasn't registered any fucking way So you better duck away run and hide out When I'm rolling real slow and the lights out Cause I'm about to fuck up the program Shooting out the window of a drop-top brougham When I'm shooting let's see who drop The police the media and suckers that went pop And motherfuckers that say they too black Put em overseas they be begging to come back They say keep em on gangs and drugs Yyou wanna sweep a nigga like me up under the rug Kicking shit called street knowledge Why more niggas in the pen than in college? Now cause of that line I might be your cellmate That's from the nigga ya love to hate Break Fuck you ice cube Yeah, ha-ha, it's the nigga you love to hate Fuck you ice cube Ay yo baby, your mother warned you about me It's the nigga you love to hate Yo, you ain't doing nothing pops Yo, you ain't doing nothing pops for the brothers What you got to say for yourself? You do like how I'm living? well, fuck you Once again it's on, the motherfucking psycho Ice cube the bitch killa cap peeler Yo runnin through the line like bo It's no pot to piss in I put my fist in Now who do ya love to hate Cause I talk shit and down the eight-ball Cause I don't fake you're begging I fall off The crossover might as well cut them balls off And get your ass ready for the lynching The mob is droppin common sense and We'll gank in the pen will shank Any tom dick and hank or get the ass Fake it ain't about how right or wrong you live But how long you live I ain't with the bullshit I meet cold bitches no hoes Don't wanna sleep so I keep popping no-doz And tell the young people what they gotta know Cause I hate when niggas gotta live low And if you're locked up I dedicate my style in From san quentin to rykers island We got em afraid of the funky shit I like to clown so pump up the sound In the jeep make the old ladies say Oh my God wait it's the nigga ya love to hate Break Fuck you ice cube Yeah come on fool It's the nigga you love to hate Fuck you ice cube Yeah run up punk It's the nigga you love to hate Yo, who the fuck you think you are calling girls bitches? You ain't all that That's all I hear, bitch, bitch I ain't nobody's bitch A bitch is a.... Soul train done lost they soul Just call it train cause the bitches look like hoes I see a lotta others damn It almost look like the bandstand You ask me did I like arsenio About as much as the bicentennial I don't give a fuck about dissing these fools cause they all scared of The ice cube And what I say what I portray and all that And ain't even seen the gat I don't wanna see no dancing I'm sick of that shit listen to the hit Cause yo if I look and see another brother On the video tryin to out-dance each other I'm a tell t-bone to pass the bottle And don't give me that shit about role model It ain't wise to chastise and preach Just open the eyes of each Cause laws are made to be broken up What niggas need to do is start loc-ing up And build mold and fold theyself into shape Of the nigga ya love to hate |
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from Ice Cube - Amerikkka's Most Wanted (1990)
I was told, cause I didn't witness the whole act
In and out was the movement of the bozack It was hot and sweaty and lots of pushin Then the nut came gushin And it was hell tryin to bail to the ovary With nuttin but the Lord lookin over me I was white with a tail But when I reached the finish line, young black male! One cell made two, and two cells made fo' and so on, so now I'm a embryo Then I got a hunch that I'ma be on lockdown, for nine months Chillin, with my mother to guide me And nuttin but a stomach to hide me from all that worry and bullshit Nine months later, I elbow pull and kick cause my time is up and I don't care With one big push, I'm outta there June 15th, it's just my luck In 1969, a nigga is the product "Ghetto ass nigga, you ain't shit, and you ain't gon' never be shit!" I learned how to walk and talk and all that They put me in school, but it don't matter Cause I'm sittin in history Learnin bout a sucker, who didn't give a fuck about me They try to shape us But I know Uncle Sam is a motherfuckin rapist So I stopped payin attention Ice Cube, headed, straight to detention Fuck that shit, I roam the hallways I'm sent home and I don't got all A's A high school dropout My father had beef so I tried to knock pops out But I got tossed, he's the boss I'm out of there and mad cause I lost Now bein on my own is a factor So I become, the neighborhood jacker Gimme your car, run your jewels Makin a livin robbin fools And if I let my nine rang out You know, it'll make your brains hang out So what's your fate? Am I the nigga you love, or the one you love to hate? The wrong answer is said, the nigga fled I pump lead, now he's in a puddle of red And if you got a buck, you're shit out of luck Stuck up by the motherfuckin product "Uh-uh motherfucker you gots to get a job if you wanna stay in my motherfuckin house" "Many young men reject the traditional values that are important to their parents. Church, school and family have been replaced by street, turf, and gang." Twenty-one now, and paid in full Feelin bad, from all the shit I pulled on people back in the day Plus, I got a little baby on the way So I'm tryin to go straight I'm with my baby's momma, out on a date Til the punk ass cops ran my plate Now I'm on a bus upstate "Oh, the young nigga done caught a case!" "Sittin in the mess hall, sayin my grace" -> LL Cool J Sent to a concrete hoe-house Where all the products go, no doubt Yo momma, I gotta do eleven Livin in a five by seven Dear baby, your man's gettin worn out of seein young boys gettin they assholes torn out And then he got shanked with a spoon And he was 'sposed to get out soon Is it my fault, he was caught in production Where a young black life means nothin Just because, I didn't want to learn your grammar you say I'm better off in the slammer And it's drivin me batty Cause my little boy, is missin daddy I'm ashamed, but the fact is I wish pops let me off on the mattress Or should I just hang from the top bunk But that's goin out like a punk My life is FUCKED! But it ain't my fault, cause I'm the motherfuckin product "He ain't shit" |
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from Ice Cube - Amerikkka's Most Wanted (1990)
Turn on the radio take a listen
What you're missing Personally I'm sick of the ass-kissing What I'm kicking to you won't get rotation Nowhere in the nation Program directors and djs ignored me Cause I simply said fuck top forty And top thirty top twenty and top ten Until you put more hip-hop in Then I might grin but don't pretend that you're down with the c And go and dis me in a magazine How could you figure the brother could dig ya Dj face down in the river No it's not a threat but a promise I'm as Crazy as they come see Mama didn't love me All I got is my nine And to calm the savage beast here's the alpine turn off that bullshit! Turn off that motherfucking radio! Turn off that bullshit! Turn off that motherfucking radio! Turn off that bullshit! Play the music motherfucker put the music on Damn! Tune in to the radio listen for a minute Yo g stick a fucking tape in it Cause all the radio do is gangle That r&b love triangle If you're out there kicking it with the brothers You don't care about lovers You wanna hear a young nigga on the mic Going buck wild Throwing and flowing and showing new styles That's where I'm coming from Reality that's what they're running from So if you're down with ice cube let me know that you know Yo turn off the radio you know what? you know what? Basically those black guys and those rap guys They don't know what the fuck they're doing I hate those fuckers I hate em Especially that one guy The amerikkka's most wanted Ice cube--i hate that fucker Get him off the air, get him off, get him off Get that rap shit out of here! just get me a gat so I can smoke this motherfucker! |
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from Boyz N The Hood (보이즈 앤 후드) [ost] (1991)
"and now, the wonderous world of.."
"hey, come to los angeles! You and your family can have peace and tranquility. Enjoy the refinement.." "hey bone, hey nigga where you at though? " "hello, my name is elaine -- And I'll be your tour guide through south central los angeles" [ice cube] How to survive in south central (what you do? ) A place where bustin a cap is fundamental No, you can't find the shit in a handbook Take a close look, at a rap crook Rule number one: get yourself a gun A nine in your ass'll be fine Keep it in your glove comparment Cause jackers (yo) they love to start shit Now if you're white you can trust the police But if you're black they ain't nothin but beasts Watch out for the kill Don't make a false move and keep your hands on the steering wheel And don't get smart Answer all questions, and that's your first lesson On stayin alive In south central, yeah, that's how you survive "hi this is elaine again. Are you enjoying your stay in south central los angeles, Or is somebody taking your things? have you witneesed a driveby? Okay, make sure you have your camcorder ready To witness the extracurricular activities on blacks by the police, So you and your family can enjoy this tape, over and over again." "this is los angeles." "this is los angeles." [ice cube] Rule number two: don't trust nobody Especially a bitch, with a hooker's body Cause it ain't nuttin but a trap And females'll get jacked and kidnapped You'll wind up dead Just to be safe don't wear no blue or red Cause most niggaz get got In either l.a., compton or watts Pissed-off black human beings So I think you better skip the sight-seeing And if you're nuttin but a mark Make sure that you're in before dark But if you need some affection mate Make sure the bitch ain't a section eight Cause if so that's a monkey-wrench hoe And you won't survive in south central "now you realize it's not all that it's cracked up to be. You realize that it's fucked up! It ain't nothin like the shit you saw on tv. Palm trees and blonde bitches? I'd advise to you to pack your shit and get the fuck on; Punk motherfucker!" And you need your ass straight smoked Yo I wanna say whassup to dj chilly chill Sir jinx, aiyyo cube these motherfuckers don't know what time it is So show these motherfuckers what's happenin Tell these motherfuckers, don't fuck around in south central God damnit! [ice cube] Rule number three: don't get caught up Cause niggaz are doing anything that's thought up And they got a vice On everything from dope, to stolen merchandise We discern Cause south central l.a., is one big yearn Waitin for a brother like you to catch a disease And start slangin ki's To an undercover or the wrong brother And they'll smother, a out of town motherfucker So don't take your life for granted Cause it's the craziest place on the planet In l.a. heroes don't fly through the sky of stars They live behind bars So everybody's doin a little dirt And it's the youngsters puttin in the most work So be alert and stay calm As you enter, the concrete vietnam You say, the strong survive Shit, the strong even die, in south central Yeah you bitches, you think I forgot about your ass, You tramp-ass hoes? you better watch out. And for you so called baller-ass niggaz, You know what time it is. south central ain't no joke. Got to keep your gat at all times motherfuckers. Better keep one in the chamber and nine in the clip God damnit. You'll sho' get got, just like that. This ain't no joke motherfuckers. Now I wanna send a shout-out to e-dog, the engineer, Puttin his two cents in.. "this is los angeles." |
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from 2Pac 2집 - Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z... (1993)
(Man)Got any last wordz?
(Ice T)Yeah, yeah I got some last wordz Once again it's on Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house the nigga you love to hate Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house the nigga you love to hate Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house the nigga you love to hate Ice cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house the nigga you love to hate (ICE CUBE) Yo, here comes the nigga with the ruff, terror the para-noid, gots to get the boy Get your steel cuz I feel like a headbanger Yah, I got a gang of shits, styles guns my uzi wieghts a mutha-fuckin' ton bucking down one, bucking down two, bucking down your crew, mutha fuck you Pigs wear blue I wear black, nothing but black Cause god damn its a brand new payback Fuck Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a nigga on tha trigga the zigga the zag the nickel the bag the nigga the sag the forty four mag. got you runnin' like a fag So, keep your mutha-fuckin' jokes Cuz, I'm that nigga with a fresh pair of locs No yokes but smokes Crakers and them dirty mackers friends aren't jackers get yah for your drawers, young niggas out to kill for the cars Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house (Ice T) O to the mutha fuckin G I break crazy a lot of niggas hate me but they can't fade me Stop me clock me cops wanna glock me mutha fuck mutha fuck pigs can't stop me Uhh, am I a G, I got proof Banged in my youth, keep niggas on the roof with a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope Tupac string a nigga up Hit the mob dope So whats up Punk You want what I got step to me wrong fuck around and get shot Your moms crying fuck her bust her Bitch start screaming to me and I'll dust her Pops got the LP phat, track on hit Laid by the mutha fuckin' Bobcat Ninety three suckas want me to go out Throw the hoe out, bitch mutha fucker I'm rich Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house Tupac's in the mutha fuckin' house Got any last wordz (Tupac) Now they're after me, why? cuz a niggas black Sit back Ain't afraid to pull a triggar back Let 'em come step to a real mutha-fucker (Boom, Boom) Mama ain't raised no suckers Dan Quayle, don't you know you need to get your ass kicked Where was you when there was niggas in the caskets? Mutha-fucker rednecks all the same Feel a real nigga if he ain't balled and chained That's why we burn shit and wreck Cause the punk police ain't learned shit yet You mutha-fuckas gonna pay the price Can't make a Black life, don't take a Black life It's on, the next real nigga fall dead Dred, jheri curl, process, or bald head Be prepared for the smoke to bust What niggas need to do is start loc'in up United we stand divided we fall They can shoot one nigga But they can't take us alll Let's get along with the Mexicans And we can all have peace on the sets again Imagine that if it took place (ha ha ha) Keeping the smile off their white fakes I ain't racist but lets trade places Trace the hate 'n face it One nigga teach two niggas three teach four niggas And them niggas teach more niggas And when we blast That'll be the biggest blast you've heard And them is my last wordz |
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from Friday (1995)
You know it ain't no stoppin all tha doggs I'm droppin
It's friday night so everythang is poppin. I got skin lets spin on da hand, So let tha games begin. Yakity yak don't jump back or it's on, Callin up earl on tha car phone. Mack 10 just got out of court, Rollin through tha hood in his super sport ropin too $hort. Eighteens got tha rearview mirrors vibratin, And deep dish daytons. You know how we do it, Ain't nuttin to it but tha floss, Overcrowdin harrison walks. 'cuz if ya fuck wit ours, We leave scars, Out of g ride cars, Livin like stars. Might hit tha highway, On tha vegas run fool 'cuz it's friday. Chorus: Oh yeah, throw ya neighborhood in tha air, If ya don't care. [x2] Verse two: Standin outside on a friday livin on tha edge, 'cuz we all got 'dem hard heads. It's seems like we all are waitin, For a drive by playin tag wit satan. But we chillin yeah we ready and willin, Ya hear about tha latest westside killin. Forty sippin, Set trippin, Fo' dippin, Get tha grip in, Neva slippin. Bg's tryin tah hang out, But og said take ya little ass in tha house. My big homey just got out, Used tah be down now he's just crack ad. He's bout hard as darth vada In his sweat shirt, khakis and chuck taylors. Just see him in the drive way, Gettin beat like a smoka fool 'cuz it's friday. -chorus- Verse three: Why must I be like dat and chase da cat, Or settle for a hoodrat. Dookie braids no dreadlocks, Flyin in and out of jail have a chicken and a cock. And I love her 'cuz she down, Tah fuck around wit tha underground pussyhound. And her ass is big round and wide, Jacked up makin nigga down tah ride. Smokin indo, Playin dat super nintendo, Hear a rat tat tat on my window. Gave her ass dat pelvic thrust, Don't trust tha rubber 'cuz it's bound tah bust. In tha oven in tha nappy, I had on two so I was happy. 'cuz dat hiv'll make ya dick hang sideways, And dat ain't cool fool 'cuz it's friday. -chorus- Throw tha west side in da air, Throw tha east side in da air, Throw tha south side in da air, Throw tha north side in da air. Oh yeah! |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (1996)
Intro, Ice Cube: What would you do If I punked your whole crew? Would you run like a bitch from me? Niggaz don't test Cause we come from the west Yes the W-S to the C Westside! Westside niggaz Fuck everybody that used to be down That ain't down no mo Y'all niggaz ain't from the best side Y'all don't know how we puts it down Trick ass motherfuckers Verse 1, Ice Cube: Let's make it happen, nigga, fuck rappin I'm bellin With three time felons, nigga, who you tellin? Doug Lou Ellen that a fool sellin Thirty-six ounces what that amounts is A whole chicken finger licken is the rumor Catch a tumor you say I'm dickin my consumer Suede Puma's as I walk down Florence With warrants that don't go to court in Torrance Tonight I'm buzzin thought I wasn't Mack 10 and W.C. is like my blood cousins Eleven strikes from armed robbery to stolen bikes A nigga likes your motherfuckin Nikes I shift gears when I see tears Fuck a record, fuck a movie I rack my uzi On boosy niggaz that pretend to be friend to me We the dopest niggaz on Hennessy in the industry I did a lick well I'm in a thick cell Gold teeth, two motors and pig tails And when I hear Westside Connection I get the fuckin erection Chorus, W.C.: So, fuck what you saying, fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Nya, fuck what you saying, fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Bridge: Rollin till the wheels fall off A nigga rollin till the wheels fall off Westside rollin till the wheels fall off A nigga rollin till the wheels fall off Verse 2, Mack 10: I gots to handle mines So I grinds Real O.G. parolle Throw the woop on the quarter key Ain't been out but a minute Nigga, in it, to win it Cause a five year joke leave yo stack dented Got my pockets back swollen Motorola holdin A nigga got the whole hood rollin BG's get you what you want when you need it I got them little niggaz all posted up and heated Hogs put it down nothing less than a fat knot Niggaz callin Mack's spot Jackpot, the crack spot Got the double up bomb can't wait So wont you bounce rock skate To where the cluckers hibernate Where we livin like stars switchin cars like they leases Servin ten pieces to your aunties and nieces While the loot keep me blasted from Inglewood to Venus Tatted Westside Connection on my back in Old English So, nigga, what you wanna bet on a set full of vet lick hitters And, ain't a crew that can get with us It's west coast, the most, I be yellin Nigga, Mack 10 bellin as a three time felon Chorus, Ice Cube: Fuck what you sayin, and fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Fool, fuck what you sayin, and fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Bridge Verse 3, W.C.: Let it rain, let it drip Niggaz are best to duck when I'm unleashing these clips Thoughts of manslaughter got my finger on the trigger Fuck a peace treaty, it's on with all you niggaz Cause ain't no contaning me when I'm ringing these motherfuckin heaters Causing tragedy Tearing off your whole chest cavity Mobbing through the neighborhood, nigga, twenty inch bollters Fresh house, shoes, hair, rollers Lenny wanna kill me cause I got 'em all scared of this Cutthroat janky enviromental terrorist Stickering my tapes hoping that they can silence me Cause I'm a nigga that's yellin fuck society But ain't no stopping this westside click So, tell that bitch Delores Tucker to suck a niggaz dick Cause I'm punking mo niggaz than Deebo Illegal sipping Seagrams straight smoking on a Primo Chorus, Mack 10: Nigga, fuck what you sayin, fuck who you tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Fuck what your sayin, and fuck who your tellin I'm only bellin with some three time felons Bridge Outro, W.C, Ice Cube: West coast till the casket drop Rollin till the wheels fall off West coast till the casket drop Rollin till the wheels fall off West coast till the casket drop Rollin till the wheels fall off West coast till the casket drop Westside, rollin till the wheels fall off Yeah, time is runnin out niggaros and nigga hoes All W's must be true Inspected by the Westside Connect Gang WSCG Bonafied and worldwide When you see Ice Cube throw up the W! When you see Mack 10 throw up the W! When you see W.C. throw up the W! When you see Crazy Tunes throw up the W! When you see K-Dee throw up the W! When you see The Comrades throw up the W! All Frum Tha I throw up the W! Westside till I die, what you thinkin of? And y'all bitches can throw it up to |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (1996)
(Talking) God Damn! New York City! Skyscrapers and everything! (Ice Cube) Back in the day, we used to respect yall niggas. We used to be down with yall niggas. All you have for the west coast, is criticism and disrespect. So I say to you and your city, yall niggas will never get our respect again. Westside nigga! Keeping it real. (Yeah) Keeping it real! Westside! Is Brooklyn in the house? What about Queens in the house? Manhattan in the house? Long Island in the house? Is the Bronx in the house? Staten Island in the house? The west coast is in the house sayin' Why you talkin loud? What you talkin' about? (Ice Cube) Fuck all the critics in the N.Y.C. Who wants to rock the microphone after me? Think of who you are and who you be. My energy holds me down like the NFC. I'm going thorough through your borough Wit my Raider jacket and my jerry curl gangstas rule the world On the west nevertheless W/S We got the bomb and you niggas got the stress (Mack 10) You couldn't have said it no better homeboy With my automatic toy, I kill and destroy These bust ass critics from the N.Y.C. Don't know that iI be from the ING My peeps play for keeps deep crews pay dues by murder ones and twos Rip riders and Damus choose To stay gangsta you never ever ran us We bustin' clips like bananas Spottin' colored bandanas (W.C.) It's the hoodsta cap peela Dusty ass New York critic killa Dumping and pumping Motha fucking led in their chest because none of them niggas ever have it up for the West So now it's on & the gauge in my pants got me limping Fuck unity I'm coast tripping sagging as a bell East smashing tape recorders This is 187 on a New York reporter New York, New York (4x) (Ice Cube) Fuck all the critics in the N.Y.C. Tryin' to get a East hip-hop monopoly But I've writng gangsta shit since '83 when ya'll was still scared to use Profanity now everbody wanna run and go get triggers and blaim it on these West Coast 7 figure niggas just because we made it real niggas got the deal I Hope blood ain't got spill I kill (Mack 10) It's like the battle of the sexes you wanna treat us like bitches Because we're platinum when we flex this With mic in hand fans in the stands We make a mill yan from California to Japan bitch Went over seas seen D's how we done it 88's to 100's to let me dnow who really run it Thes West Coast gangsta shit got it crackin' or we jackin' Packin' ninas and sellin' out arenas niggas (W.C.) You make me wanta holla throw up both my Dubs And roll these niggas up I got to beat 'em When I see 'em T-roll 'em cut off hes scrotum Leave 'em bleeding in particles for them bias All articles I'm mashing and blasting so get the casket I bet you after this I get a fucking Hip hop classic I'm banning you niggas from the scene Kicking over newstands pouring gasoline on your magazines... (Ice Cube) To the west my niggas to the west. To the west my niggas to the west. To the west my niggas to the west. We the best my niggas don't stress. (Ice Cube) Fuck all the critics in the N.Y.C. In your articles trying to rate my LP Fuck your backpacks and your wack ass raps Sayin' we ain't real because we make snaps Selling 6-4 with a dab what you looking at with your brooklyn hat And your pen and pad Nigga I got a pocket full of green busting at the seams Fuck your baggy jeans Fuck your magazines (Mack 10) Hey hey hey what's happenin tound tray It's still MT critic K on mines all mothafuckin' day It'a trip the script flipped from when you niggas was bossing got to flossin fell Off and got the nail in the coffin Who wanna regret fucin with my set I be a 24 yeat street Westside Connect Vet You niggas better watch how you greet us when you meet us We packin' heaters and the only way you beat us is cheat us (W.C.) A yo nigga fuck that shit I got to kill it fuck a New York critic he wuite about it Live it did it plus I'm still with it putting it down On all these DJ's hating faking and Flaking never once played my record on their radio station No love for a New York critic Or disc jock matter of fact I'm blaming all ya'll for fucking up hip hop Is Brooklyn in the house? What about Queens in the house? Manhattan in the house? Long Island in the house? Is the Bronx in the house? Staten Island in the house? The West Coast is the house sayin' Why you talkin' loud? What you talkin'about?(16x) Westside! |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (1996)
(ICE CUBE)
Tha world is mine nigga get back Dont fuck with my stack the gage is racked About to drop the bomb Iam tha motherfuckin don Big fish in a small pond Now tha feds wanna throw the book at the crook but I shook they worm and they hook Guppies hold they breath they wanna miss me when Iam tipsey Runnin everything WEST of the Mississippi Its the unseen pullin strings wit my pinky ring We got your woman so pucker up FO we fuck her up Bow down before I make a phone call Got 25 niggaz runnin up on ya'll Fo the cheese we want them keys Everybody freeze on ya knees butt naked please Before any of you guppies get heart Nigga rewind my part and....(Bow Down) (MACK 10) I take ten steps and I draw Now who's dissin the mad ass Inglewood addition I bust like a pimple my mind is illmental The Westside connects with me and south central And a drag from tha zig zag cant fuck with the Philly's Holdin down tha wild west like a kid they call Billy Once again it's Mack 10 the gold crown holda Strong as a Coca-Cola with a crome pistola Now who wanna fuss so I can buss when I cuss My look bring you fear with gear deom the Surplus Since a teen I chased tha green the crack scene king- Lolos Cornishes and Bagguetts on my peices So reconize these real G's take the cheese The WESTSIDE CONNECTION keep it rollin like gold D's Three Wheelin and Dealin is like tha California style But in tha mean while in my town you got to BOW --Hook-- Bow Down when you come to my town Bow down when we west-ward bound cuz we aint no haters like you Bow Down to some nigga's that's greater than you --End Hook-- (W.C.) Well it's that chuck wearin still sportin a beanie the shadiest nigga in the click who want to see me as I slide my locs on let my khakis hang WESTSIDE CONNECT gang bing bing bang run away run away or get yo punk ass sprayed by this H double O to D to the S.T.A fuck hidin it iam gang related simple and plain which means I culd give a fuck about you nigga's in the rap game Flashy nigga's get stuck up beat the fuck up when you come around keep your chain tucked from this zero zero's affiliated fuck a studio lyricist I'm real with this talk the talk walk the walk Dis me on WAX and Iam tryin to saw your whole fuckin head off nigga I'm platium bond so bitch shut up punk all yahh Could kiss my converse like sh'o nuff.... --Hook-- (ICE CUBE)--Spoken (Yea lemme tell you sumthin) (gangsta's make the world go round) (you aint gotta clown) (But if you livin on tha WEST SIDE of yo town) (Make them other fool's BOW DOWN) |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (1996)
INTRO:(ICE CUBE)
Brrrgh! Ai!Ai! In about four seconds,a gangsta will begin to speak VERSE ONE:(MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC) Well it's the mad chickenhawk with the dirty lick style And pullin 211's ever since TAA-DOOW There's ten million ways to die Choosin Mack and hit the boopin floosin Off this gang-bang music So all I'd wanna got the room stumped I'm smokin,make dough like Trump Cookin ??? to they chunk,punk! Straight off dust,nigga trust I bust And cross em out and put a'K if they ain't down with us It's off the hook,nigga,I'm a Westside crook,nigga The forty motherfuckin dollars on my books,nigga I'm not an MC,I'm not a G I mean I'm A-to fuckin-Z and everything in between Rappers like gangbangin cos I'm in it to the fullest And my hood ain't never dodgin bullets It's all about the Bloods and Crips,no one tri-ips Colours and dips,bitches and chips,nigga! Woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo What's this my ??? low-grader system That takes puff B-I-itches on the premises Nigga be dissin on a down low So now my motto's:"Fuck every rapper from the East and the West Coast" New School,Old School,I hate you motherfuckers I'm steady plottin,cracklin my ass wit'cha album covers Cross em out and put a'K Then no Saint days,nigga,then run the fuckin holidays *Chorus [3x]: Ice Cube, Mack 10, WC* 'Ey! I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K! Inglewoooood! Nigga! To South Central L.A.! VERSE 2:(MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC) Goddamn nigga!This shit make me sick All these West Coast cowards ridin New York beat(Brrgh!) Busters get sprayed wearin high-top fades And Cango's backwards with dark-ass shades No switchblades,nigga,we shoots That's how it is on the West when you're true to your roots So kill the action,punk,hootchie bitches clown Nigga get your sag on and keep your pants legs down Check it!Ho shut your mouth and get naked! I'm Connected and ain't no bitches singin on this record No R&B tracks,just niggas on wax Kickin facts with these gang-bang raps Every nigga in the industry wanna rap with me Like it's all good,you ain't from my hood Nigga,I don't even like your shit,I don't like your form I'm true,your through,nigga FUCK you! Nigga get off,this shit is wacked Fuck that,I bust you in the can with a motherfuckin propajack Spit on ya,shit on ya when I get on your pissil You're goin up and your fuckin cos I ain't lovin none of ya And even the female rappers are gettin smacked Stabbed in the titties and kicked in the back Cos I'm a westside Connection hista Bored from a lover dishin nothin but (?foolers?) and dirty rubbers CHORUS INTERLUDE:(ICE CUBE) Brrrgh! In about four seconds,a killa will begin to speak VERSE THREE:(MACK 10,ICE CUBE,WC) Now you can cross out the busters and snitches B-Real and Miss Muggs is like Hollywood bitches From the niggas I know in the streets I run through Swear to god bitch,real it ain't one dog and no(body) So watch what you say,who ya talkin bout,ya tweakin And keep hogs out'cha mouth when ya bitch ass is speakin I'm sick wit it,cappin'cha dome till I hit it This Westside Connection,Cypress know they can't fuck with it Use to get kisses and hugs,now I'm servin ya slugs Fuck B-Real and Muggs,y'all niggas ain't no fuckin thugs Be all surprised,everybody dies From Columbian neckties covered with fright Ya fuckin maggots,ya fuckin faggots I shoulda hurt you,every motherfucker that I know wanna hurt you So when I pull my spray-can to spray I'm sprayin C-H-K all motherfuckin day I once knew this bitch by the name of Q-Tip Who claim he had a problem with this gangsta shit Behind closed doors,runnin his mouth like a trick-in Till this nigga bout the name of Dove caught him slippin Tied his ass up and threw him in the truck Put an apple in his mouth and dug his ass out I ??? ??? lead him then down his body stashed In a trash bag with a cue-cover in his ass CHORUS OUTRO:(ICE CUBE) Don't go chasin waterfalls Stick to them dicks and balls you're used to Punk ass motherfuckers! Brrrrgh |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (1996)
(WC) Say hoe I got way more dick than them niggas rolling your lexos No punk ass Versace gear just the nigga with the triple 1 braids in his beard Quick to get the pussy dripping so quit tripping Like you got a nigga resembling Donnie Simpson Hoe I'm from the wild wild west fuck them preppy niggas You need to get with this malt Liqour sipper picture me simpin over ya never How ya figure I'll be crying over yo ass like a Baby face nigga bitch you better be glad I got 3 strikes because back in '85 I'd been done gave your ass a black eye See I been waving at your ass all week but all You do is roll your eyes like your shit don't stink So now it's time for a nigga clown your ass Because i can tell from the tattoos you's a high class hood rat Don't want to fuck with niggas in khakis But hoe i bet for the dough You quick to jack that ass like a 4 So quit fronting on a nigga and lick these and bitch hit the road with your fucked up weave....... (Ice Cube) How would you like to get a nigga rugged and raw Outlaw rollin' down the shaw Don't you want a mothafucka that's hard Or a bitch-made cute as El Debarge? Do you like negros? Him and those? Individuals called criminals? How'd you figure a West Coast nigga Drinking liquor got to know how to dig you When we dated straight fade it Penetrated, Ms. sasfisacated No daddy hate it Never met a nigga quite as fly as me All bottled up in your high society You want to chech my mental Cause how could a nigga from South Central rollin' in a Benzo Spice in ya life is what you need you intreigued by the smell of my weed I represent reality in your world full of lies And i can see it in your eyes You worried sick and I'm chillin' (Westside) Tell your family to fuck off and roll with this villian (chorus) Do you like negros, him and those, individuals called criminals?(2x) (Mack 10) Who wanna fuck wit it I put it down for real tho It's Mack 10 and let you niggas know I'm gun ho Baby i guess maybe i can get with your program With hunnit spode tonas on my front and back Broham hit a lick or two make your whole life a thriller Make you wanna shake the nerd and come ride with a killa Hot as sauce out the floss no need to be discreet I swing the fuck out this bitch til my bumper touch the street On switches and I'm workin jerkin hot ya nigga smirkin Jack the ass up and down til my back wheels is chirpin You need to be with me bitch you too fucking bombay To be on the Shaw with a nigga with a Hyundai I take you through my neighborgood raise where crime pays No girbauds no fades just cacky's and French braids And my friends is niggas that know what ends is In high-top Chucks pushin V-12 Benz' With hoochy hoes groopy hoes You know those with a gang of money lolo' and penitintiary fo do's So shake him now no need of waitin of debatin Slam the door on them five stars and hop on these Daytons (K-Dee) Dee, dee, dee, daddi, daddi, dee, dee, daddi day I come from the crew I thought you knew we don't play I see your frowning but I'm clownin' anyway Can't nobody fade K-Dee baby, baby I know you're Catholic But can you have you have dick up in them guts all the way to These nuts Your a rich girl far from skeezer I'm playing at the mall with your Visa You wanna swang with K-Swinger (When the West is in the houseoh my God! danger) But take a hit you'll live But when you hit it hoe you got to puff, puff give Now i see you giggling But all I wanna see is ass wiggling and titties jiggling So what you wanna do? Don't go chasing waterfalls Stick to them dicks and balls your use to Go ahead and take a big lick Cause girls look so good on the end of My dick That right is it tight? I know you ain't a dike What type of nigga do you like? Bitch! (chorus) (chorus II) Bitch I'm from the wild, wild west Can't you tell buy the "S" on my chest We got hoes for days Plus we claiming no stress no mothafuckin' dress (chorus) (chorus II) Do you like criminals? |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (1996)
Gangstas don't dance, we boogie Niggas go out and get your cookies Gangstas don't dance we boogie Stay the fuck away from the rookies |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (1996)
[Ice Cube]
I am getting dizzy as the world keeps spinnin like a Frisbee Gangsta's and girls make the world twirl No hesitation I can run a nation from incarceration 30 years is what I'm facing But give me 7 seas and 11 gees I make enough cheese to bring wall street to its knees Nigga please I got enough guns To fill the empire state building full of 1's Go to school is what you tell us But nigga's in school is scared of the Good fellas We got the Yayo you can just say no But nobody makes a fucking move until I say so That's how it is and that's how it's gonna be Kids when you grow up who the fuck you want to be? Like me ya black superhero Got enough zeros to hire Bob Shapiro Ya honor I'm have to get rid of ya Because it ain't no trivia about my house in West Bolivia Blew the jury a kiss they rather dismiss Them swim the big fish You fucking guppies! [Chorus] Gangsta's make the world go round [W.C.] Not just sagging waving my flag and never will I ease up nigga So stop asking see I was taught as a tiny loc on the set its all About the pussy and money fuck the rest nigga this tech is quicker To collect when I'm seeking all the jewelry and the money so miss Me with that preaching teaching fuck all that bullshit I want to Slang yea like Noriaga sit back watch my paper collect like the I.R.S. as I kick it with 50 bitches all on my dick just like the President & like the police I want a gang of killers all on my Side that's down to lie more crooked that St. Ides rip ride on my Behalf as I call shots as if I was Saddaam Hussein Jacking mother- fuckers for Dana Danes hated by many bit I don't care because I Rather be feared than loved with a pocket full of dubs because Gangsta gangsta's make the world go round & if you want a piece Then you best to be down so quit chastising me analzing me &like the escorts look over your sholder nigga its Plain to see crooked ass cowards [Chorus] [Mack 10] 360 degrees like my D's the world be spinning Nigga's been sinning since the beginning History's a trip so I peep when I am reading Nigga's probably grew weed in the garden of Eden Before big balling sex cars and loot Its like bitches been scandalous biting forbidden fruit But gangster's don't deal with that shit, on the Westside And since they regulating hoes I roll with the Best side So check it as my lifetime is ticking Coming up strong licking and flipping chickens Need cheese in amounts of G's I gave up sports to slang Key's But blamed it on my Knees Make sure I got what I need To make your order Everything to baggies triple beams to jugs for my water Like a snitch life's a bitch a world full of drama Drug paraphernalia being found by my momma Trauma brings the sad song on your way to killer king nigga So now I stand with heat in my hand for my whole life span Cause evil lurks the land Plus I got a packet with this gang-bang jacket Gotta hold it keep it loaded devoted since quoted Fo sho One-0 got the ups on these prankstas While the world keep twisting as a Westside Gangsta For life nigga [Chorus] |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (1996)
[Intro:] [Ice Cube] (Westsiiiiide!) Hoo-Bangin' on the transformers These trick-ass niggas quick to tuck they tail But fuck that... you know how we git... (Can't get enough of this gangsta shit!) [Ice Cube] It's the don go let'em know Unwettable, ahh.. big fish incredible Hoo-Bangin' on the white collars got a pile of dollars Still rollin' Impalas I'm bombin' on Common Sense Chicago is mine nigga hit the fence Intense kingpin nigga worldwide And I bring sin when I wanna hoo-ride Who died and who applied the pressure Show me 3 niggas that's fresher Westside Connect Gang oh yeah we talkin' shit Nigga do you know who you fuckin' wit? [Ice Cube] Ice Cube is the lick Westside is the click (Can't get enough of this gangsta shit!) [2X] [Mack 10] It's Mack 10 fool that nigga with heaters Gauges revolvers techs and millimeters You know how we hoo-ride when we collide Niggas run but they can't hide Cause its world wide (Inglewooooooooooood!!) I'm jackin' and lickin niggas thats straight trippin' Square ass niggas can't tell a ounce from a chicken I fill you full of lead and I take you Big heads So nigga watch how ya talkin' I'm still chicken hawkin So hit the deck punk don't move my tech is bigger And you'll be dead if I pull this trigger So where the safe at I want the loot and the cavey Yo money or yo life so punk act like you savey [Ice Cube] Mack 10 is the lick Westside is the click (Can't get enough of this gangsta shit!) [2X] -acap |
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from Westside Connection - Bow Down (1996)
Tha Next Muthafuckaz Go By Tha Name Of Cypress Hill ( K All Day )
Ice Cube: Every Few Yearz Nigguz Think They can Deal Wit Tha Real, Now I Gotz To Fuck Cypress Hill I Got A Vocie You Can Fell, I Drink A Beer And Bust A Rap And Thatz Tha End Of Ya Carrer, You Fuckin Bitchez Never Seen A Hood High Powered Like Tha West Side Connection Slide Though My Tec, I Got Em Soon As I Spot Them I'm Dumpin Gotz To Treat These Bitch Azz Niggaz Like They Stole Some Thing, I See You Wit A Joint, You Must Be Smokin That Shit To Much Got ya Bitch Azz Touched, Sen Dogg You can't Rap From Tha Gutz And B Real Soundin Like He Got Baby Nutz, I Don't Know Why You Think Ya Slick, I Don't Know What Rapper Down Wit ya Click, I Don't Know 1 Bitch On Ya Dick, And i Don't Know 1 Nigga Bumpin Ya Shit. I Here You Clamin South Central But Y'all Hoez From South Gate, Comin Wit A Vocie High Pitched B Real Ain't Nuttin But A Bitch Mack 10: We'll Itz Tha Hip-hop Hippy Startin Shit, Now I'm Rollin up Cypress Hill Lettin Then Niggas Have It, Got These Wanna B Thugs Up Load My Slugz Up hey, Yo Back Up Q-Ball We Passed That Bitch Muggs Up, Pull Over And Let me Out And Let me Show Thiz White Boy What That Westside Connection Like. Boo Ya Boo Ya From Tha Gaude Has I Split Them. Tha Buck Shotz Spray And Make The Lay As I hit Them ( Uhhh ). 1 Down 2 To Go Hand Me Tha Fo' Fo' Let Me Get My Ride On Get My Murder On, B Real Wish He Could Be Me Coz He Know He Can't C Me ( Biiiiiitch! ) You Should Have Known You Can't C A Real Hog, Coz I'm A Real Dogg, You Bustaz Wanna C Me But You Bustaz Can't Coz I'm ACE Homie Wit Americaz Most, Nigga Miss Me I'm Used To A Hoe Tryin To Kiss Me, Now What Gave Ya Bitch Ass A Nuff Heart To Diss Me? Ya Gonna Come Up Missin And Sen Dogg So Wack He Ain't Even Worth Diss'in, ( hahaha ), You Niggas Need To Listen, On Every Thing I Luv My Heat And A Dub, Fuck Rappin Fuck Fighting I Make A Bloody Glove, Itz One O And Fo' Sho' Kill You Pussy Can't Touch My Skill, Coz i'm Tha King Of Tha Hill! Ice Cube: Every Body In Ghetto Know What Your Doin, 1 White Boy And 2 Fuckin Cubins Clamin That Your Locco But You Ain't Mexican,Fuckin Wit Tha Hoggs, You Say You Bloodz, But You Wish You Were A Dogg Fool. Go On Tour And Only Rap To Tha Yupies Meet A Big Fish And i'll Make A Dish Out You Fuckin Guppies, So Who Y'all Wit? Niggaz Down Wit Cypress Can Wipe This Shit Off My Dick, Has I Stick It Like King Kong And Ping Pong Wit Thiz Fake Azz Chese And Cong, Did You Tell Ya Momma That I Had To Help ya When Sen Dogg Left Ya Bitch Azz. a Say That I Took Ya Hook? It Must be Tha White Boy Think All Niggas Steal. Now What You hip-hop Hippys U Fuckin Junkies And Thinkin Ya Gonna Punk Me And Chill And Deal Wit Tha Fact That You Ain't Got Enuff Steal, To Deal Wit (chorus) Mack 10: Ice Cube Could You Pass Me Tha Steal, ( Ice Cube ) For Real? ( Mack 10) I'm Tha King Of Tha Hill (4x |
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