Mc Ren

MC-Ren : "Yo Dre, how much time we got left on ths tape?"
Dre : "About a couple of minutes."
MC-Ren : "Well let me bust a freestyle then."
Dre : "Awright, go ahead."
[MC-Ren]
Ruthless gangsta, definition villain,
Leave your shit unlocked and he's stealin',
So call tha police cause that's all you could do but,
He'll get away without leavin' a clue.
Dre : "Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut this shit. Eh yo Yella boy
why don't you rewind it.Hey
man you gotta get more hyped up tonight!"
MC-Ren : "Damn, why don't you pump this shit up so it could fuck up my
eardrums a little bit!"
Dre : "Allright bet."
[MC-Ren]
Ruthless gangsta, definition villain,
Leave your shit unlocked and he's stealin',
So call tha police cause that's all you could do but,
He'll get away without leavin' a clue.
Keepin' shit in control like the neighboorhood chief but,
Referred to as a walking thief,
They say he's a bad influence for the kids on the block,
Why the fuck they blamin' him,
He's the one that they jock.
Keepin' niggaz in line,
Whoever fucks with his rhyme,
And before you fuck with him,
You gotta fuck with his nine.
Not scared to pull the trigger on a punk ass nigga,
(A nigga)He could whoop his ass cause he's bigger.
Size don't mean shit,
He's from the old school fool,
He's a villain from the streets,
And he's supposed to rule,
Not sayin' he's in shit,
But he's down for mine,
He was put on the streets to keep niggaz in line.
Never givin' a fuck,
[huh?]
Because I know that he's a nigga that you want to be.
He can't help it he's in shit,
But he don't hold shit back,
He's a gangsta in black,
And he's about to attack.
[Eazy-E]
Cause I'm a ruthless villain,
Cold tearin' shit up,
Don't come on my face,
Pumpin' no kind of junk,
Eazy-E's in control,
And if you press your luck,
I'll smoke you like that,
And won't give a fuck.
"Nickname Eazy-E...Ol' 8-Ball junkie!"
[MC-Ren]
Ruthless gangsta, definition villain,
You can lock up yo' shit,
He's Still Stealin',
Gettin' respect,
Cause the boy kicks butt,
But the real meaning is,
He don't give a fuck,
It's Eazy-E in the crowd,
But he's not in the 4,
I tell his money flow,
As he collects from his ho',
All expenses paid,
For the rhymes that he made,
Got the trophys in the house,
For the girls that he laid.
Not a wimp he's a pimp,
Now of course he's the boss,
So keep your bitch out his face,
Or else she's gonna get tossed.
The hard to be fucked with,
The boy got heart,
Wanna fuck with him,
He'll Rip your head apart.
Gangsta Gangsta,
That's what they yellin'
But him with his gangsta stroll,
He keeps bailin'.
Wherever he goes,
There's no discussion but silence.
They say that he's the one,
Promotin' gang violence,
That's a lie just a critic,
All that whack bullshit,
So let me tell you motherfuckers,
Who you fuckin' with,
[Eazy-E]
Cause I'm a ruthless villain,
Cold tearin' shit up,
Don't come on my face,
Pumpin' no kind of junk,
Eazy-E's in control,
And if you press your luck,
I'll smoke you like that,
And won't give a fuck.
Eazy-E : "Yo Ren?"
MC-Ren : "What's up?"
Eazy-E : "Let's get the fuck outta here!"

"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*}

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

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

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

[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

[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!

(MC Ren:)

I fuck so good I make dike bitches straight
and give em mo love jones then Lorenz' tape
Nigga outta state been to every nigga hood
gets treated like Farhekahn, the shit is all good
Niggaz be on their knees like their ready to suck a dick beggin
Like niggaz about to beat they ass caught for bootleggin
The Villain be havin keys to black holes in space
hoes beggin a nigga to lick my nuts for a taste
Dick be so huge, givin em over bites like Monefa,
Be hard to leave the room when she undress that black moon,
My shit explodin more than Timothy McVeigh,
fuck with me I'll take yo ass off the L like K day
Compton niggaz fighting more than MGM Grand
fucking bitches looking like the real Roxanne
Niggaz know they can't fuck with me,
It's CPT all day howz it gone be niggaz?

(T-Girl:)

Chorus:
Niggaz in Compton don't give a mad fuck,
where the fuck you from nigga
what the fuck up?
CPT nigga that's how it gotta be
call my niggaz from the from the Hub if you wanna fuck with me.
Niggaz in Compton don't give a mad fuck,
where the fuck you from nigga
what the fuck up?
CPT nigga that's how it gotta be
call my niggaz from the from the Hub if you wanna fuck with me.

(MC Ren:)

I don't be givin a fuck I be making these niggaz/bitches pissy
comin at me with that bullshit yall can miss me, A REAL NIGGA
You know yall niggaz used to wanna be,
to hard motherfuckers like me and E [Eazy-E],
Full of freaky tails like Short, Gotta killa appettite,
Yo bitch chose me cause I could fuck her all night
You niggaz worse than Deangelo bitin Prince
or heavy D biting Biggy, I'll slap yo ass silly
Real niggaz made Will Smith leave Philly not Jada
These bitch niggaz turnin into Ren hatas
Cause I still get paid for writing
that street shit that they play that make mothufukkas start fightin
So come on, hop on my nuts like everybody did Greenbay,
still won't believe it like the screenplay,
You wack niggaz tryin to walk around proud
you muthufukkin groupies aint allowed.

(T-Girl:)

Chorus:
Niggaz in Compton don't give a mad fuck,
where the fuck you from nigga
what the fuck up?
CPT nigga that's how it gotta be
call my niggaz from the from the Hub if you wanna fuck with me.
Niggaz in Compton don't give a mad fuck,
where the fuck you from nigga
what the fuck up?
CPT nigga that's how it gotta be
call my niggaz from the from the Hub if you wanna fuck with me.

(MC Ren:)

I gives a fuck, you niggaz mad cause I made your bitch hot,
I saw you slap her ass in the parking lot
Compton niggaz like me be born macks
add it to this fuckin nigga if you wore black
Gang shit change, Compton still the shit niggaz know
In this rap shit Compton Niggaz all pro
That street shit, yall niggaz know who made the best
Compton niggaz holding down the whole fucking west
Nobody tryin to see yo ass like that movie Booty Call
mo suave than MJG and 8ball
Niggaz mo bitchy than that nigga Genuwine
the bitches are free, but stupid niggaz buy the wine
Compton niggaz be takin pussy, on GP
or they be down to suck yo dick if you MC
But if you aint the viialin hold yo dick in yo hand tell em give me
The bitches strip tease like Demi.

(T-Girl:)

Chorus:
Niggaz in Compton don't give a mad fuck,
where the fuck you from nigga
what the fuck up?
CPT nigga that's how it gotta be
call my niggaz from the from the Hub if you wanna fuck with me.
Niggaz in Compton don't give a mad fuck,
where the fuck you from nigga
what the fuck up?
CPT nigga that's how it gotta be
call my niggaz from the from the Hub if you wanna fuck with me.

(MC Ren:)

Bitch niggaz that's how it gotta be

(T-Girl:)

Punk bitches that's how it gotte be

(MC Ren:)

Bitch niggaz that's how it gotta be
Call my niggaz from the Hub if you wanna fuck with me.

(T-Girl:)

Punk bitches that's how it gotta be

(MC Ren:)

Bitch niggaz that's how it gotta be

(T-Girl:)

Punk bitches that's how it gotta be
Call my niggaz from the Hub if you wanna fuck with me.

Verse 1:
These niggas be actin' like I fucked
and didn't call 'em for weeks
Like they wantin' a nigga dick
in between they butt cheeks
they staight bitchy
Without their bleedin' and Kotexes
The villain that go to Texas
nigga got a plan full of O's and X's
What's yo' game plan?
niggas be sayin' you sabotagin' me
but yo' bitch be suckin' my dick,
she be tellin me that you dodgin' me
Like Piazza, a nigga gots ta,
keep my roster, with bitches slidin' home,
no lickin' yo' shit, yo' bitch is gone
Niggas be thinkin' they Makaveli,
tryin' to bring drama
soon as these niggas whoop that ass,
you talkin' Dear Mama...
but face to face, these niggas be cheesin' like Velveeta,
Lookin smoked out,
hitin mo' pipes than Peter
Stuck with broke hoes, broke ?? and ??
pussies that they be fuckin',
used up and sideways
stretck marks for days,
she about two-hun,
gotta get pissy drunk,
to fuck her and have fun

[chorus]
These niggas and hoes act the same,
can't tell em apart,
always runnin 'round
lookin for some shit to start.
These bitches run they mouth,
nigga, constantly
All in mine, nigga
All the time
It aint my fault
that yo' punk ass broke
Mad, cuz you only got
stress to smoke.
I heard that shit that you was plottin'
nigga you can try
to fuck with MC Ren,
but you must be high

Verse 2:
Niggas be high because
they workin 9 to 5
But the Villain be hibernatin'
wakin up at 5... PM
You see them niggas be bitchy because
I wont let 'em up on my team
and give 'em a title like Hakeem,
I'm peelin' caps like tangerines
Tellin' niggas I should
break 'em off chips
Get 'em in clubs free
and take 'em on trips
Free-Loadin' ass niggas
lose all they sense
when they think they gon' floss
off my expense
Niggas be goin' corner to corner
bringin' up the bill
Askin questions like the popos
tryin to see if I made a mill'
Then they take that weak shit
back to they home fo' pillow ??
She shakin' her head like you tellin the truth
but she want yo' ass to walk
What the fuck you expected?
Always bitchin' at me
when she fuckin' yo' ass,
nigga she be seein me.
Go look in the room,
a costume, fo' haloween,
of that black nigga, you know who
so you can live yo' dream

*chorus*

Verse 3:
I hear yo' ho punk bitches talkin' shit,
Tryin' to have some say
Tellin' other hoes they wouldn't
give me no time of day
Still livin with they mommy
She babysittin' while you fuckin
Gettin county cheques and money
from them niggas that you dick suckin
But nigga, why these bitches all in mine?
Why, nigga, hearin bullshit all the time?
Hoes from high school be wishin
they coulda got wit this dick
You know how they be in the car-hop clicks,
muthafuckin' tricks
Now these hoes jockin'
like all up on my style
You broke bitches,
How you like me now?
Actin' like makin' cheese is a muthafuckin' crime
If I said "drop yo' panties",
bitch you drop em in a dime

*chorus*

Chorus: X2
The saga continues right before your eyes
The saga continues cause its do or die
The saga continues right before your eyes
You know why? (why?)
Cause I'm ruthless for life

Nigga ten years passed and we still up in that ass
Will I make it or continue and
Look at all the shit you in
Eazy does it like happy like the shit we used to do
5 niggaz comin' out the C-P-T so fuck you
Time changed for the good
Niggaz in the hood be comin' up feel it
Can you set it off, for again, you know you should
Yo let's that this shit back
To 1989
Where this nigga shoot and bust and niggaz know they couldn't find
Dream Team lovers
Egyptian fan base
Feelin' on the scene, all the fools got erased
Threw a mothafuckin' monkey wrench up in the rap game
Since I hooked up with E, shit ain't ever been the same
Opened up doors for the niggaz that be thinkin
That your flows be on tizight
Bitin' what I wrizite
Jokin' when I recite
Feelin' manuscripts
When I MC, if it ain't rough it ain't me

Chorus X2

Yo mothafuckin' G'z, nigga like Eric Wright
You can floss for your bitch, but you know this shit is tight
Cause when y'all niggaz started rappin', who'd you try and be?
I'ma slap you cause you lying, if you don't be sayin' me
Or the other 3, that the FBI be phone tappin'
Shoot the government before you niggaz started rappin'
Now its ? city, I gotta bomb it like Iraq
Use my alias, spend my nights at the shack
Ruthless attack all the way to two thou
Try to block it out, but you never knew how
And when I walk through the crowd
I'm seeing mothafucka's bread
I hear their bitches sayin' ask MC Ren
Makin' fools sway when I roll to King Tet's
Because I started cussin' all you fools gettin' checks
Ruthless for life, see that be my state of mind
Y'all can kiss my black ass one more time

Chorus X2

I run a hundred miles just so I can MC
Villian want that bomb so I get with L.T.
Ain't nothin' changed
We find 'em, fuck 'em, then flee
While you hatin', pillow talkin', with that bitch, she want me
Niggaz weed crazy, Dre and Snoop turned you out
Now y'all cristal sippin', y'all niggaz be trippin'
Make the West look like ass, all full of shit
Invest in drug money, shit, still gettin' in
What it take for y'all quit
Ruthless got it on lock
Y'all shootin' videos tryin' to look like Pac
Here we come, here we come, blowin' up your spot
My little brother Jubee and the big homie Rock
Full circle, all this shit gon' repeat
When this shit drop, niggaz clownin' in the streets
The saga continues right before your eyes
Who really gives a fuck?
Cause this is ruthless for life

Chorus till end

(feat. Big Rocc & Tha Chill)

[ VERSE 1: MC Ren ]
Niggas in the hood lookin at me crazy
Tellin niggas like they wanna fuck my old lady
Same fuckin shit every day at 8 o'clock
Nigga, start my day off raisin off the cock
I throw the khakis on, with the t-shirt
Never knowin when a nigga might hit the dirt
I'm thinkin, how in the fuck can I get high quicker
Mix the blunt with some muthafuckin malt liquor
These niggas that I love, I don't trust em, but I stay close to em
In case I gotta do em
We from the same set, but that don't mean shit no mo'
I be premeditatin with the .44 (.44)
My hoe be tellin a nigga to peel they caps back
Cause I know where them niggas hide they shit at
Shit be on my mind, return a shot call
Broke as fuck, it's about to get hot, y'all

[ CHORUS: Big Rocc ]
Niggas starvin while you're home with the mills
Niggas killin while you're doin dope deals
Out flossin, throwin 100 $ bills
Time to set yo ass up for the kill
Death of a shot caller, who can you trust?
It might be your number 1 nigga that bust
A cap, he's the next one to take charge
Smoke him and his bitch in his backyard

[ VERSE 2: MC Ren ]
A nigga's sittin on the curb
Hear that nigga come bumpin with the suburb
Got my niggas on point, same niggas he be fuckin hoes with
And rollin up the blunts when he wanna get lit
Homie, when that nigga put the mutahfucka in park?
That's the signal, little nigga, pump 3 in his heart
Don't feel shit, cause it's real shit, he a bitch
Niggas in the hood doin bad while he gettin rich
Off this shit we be killin niggas fo'
Can't make a move less this muthafucka say so
Nigga, fuck that, I'm runnin this shit
I'ma look him in his eyes when his punk-ass gettin hit
But if you miss, nigga, I'ma kill you
Cause if he get away, muthafucka, then we all through
Fuck 3 shots, nigga, add 2
And handle what the fuck you gotta do
Kill the shot caller

Man, you know we been smokin niggas for this muthafucka
This nigga ain't paid us shit, man
(I know, dog)
Hold up, hold up, hold up, dog
Man, gimme the gat, I - damn
Hey nigga, you got my muthafuckin money?
Nigga, fuck yo money, nigga
No nigga, fuck you
( *shots* )
Oh shit, oh shit...
Damn!

[ VERSE 3: Tha Chill ]
These O.G.'s got me twisted like twizzler
Got me heated and hot, and all I'm thinkin is killin ya
Peelin ya cap back, like Starter, fool
I'm comin to get you niggas off my block, so I pack a full
Glock with big slugs, and you know I buck no doubs
Cause you know a nigga steelo, how I did them fools a week ago
One week passed, I'm hearin you wanna wet us
When you see Ren, Rocc, Tha Chill, you're puttin on the jetters
What the fuck? These niggas tryin to bust on me?
So I'm cockin up the can and ready to make them do some gas
And do some flippin, and all that
Cause niggas out here shot call, get they ass jacked
And that's the main fact, big payback for you punk muthafucks
Disrespectin the crew, it's mandatory that I buck
Ass down from Comptown, Mr. Shot Caller
Gonna be a fast faller if he ain't a fast talker
Fast walker, or better yet better be a fast runner
Chill on the scope with the cannon, finna gun ya
Dumpin 9 to the gut like "Nigga, what?"
This ol' B.G. big baller, fuck the muthafuckin shot caller

[ CHORUS ]

(Intro)
Mhhmmm
That's right
Take a voyage
Where?
All the way down
Down where?
Down where?
Down where?

(Verse 1)
Niggas be thinkin the Villain has stopped givin Compton props
Nigga you smokin off that muthafuckin stress
That your ass was chokin
CPT, I'm straight out, that's my muthafuckin heart
You can't tear me apart, they gave a nigga a start
It's crazy niggas in that bitch, plenty hoes to match
Plenty pussies to fuck, and plenty bitches to catch
Niggas be doin what they got to do, family's a need
Compton niggas hit that pussy so hard, make it bleed
Niggas hittin switches, and movin pounds of dope
So cluck-head muthafuckas got they rocks to smoke
Niggas be killin other niggas when they get in they path
White muthafuckas gives a fuck, they sit back and laugh
These undercover tight bitches be playin the tease
Got my dick hard as fuck but she want the pennies
Niggas be hatin 'cause I'm doin what the fuck they wanna do
Niggas still be havin love for you (be havin love)
Uhh!

(Chorus)
Compton (he's back to you)
Compton come back to me (he's back to you)
I know, I know baby

(Verse 2)
Niggas be at the park, tryin to set the pussy up for the night
Baby you can suck this dick just as long as you don't bite
Go back to the crib, we do that soopafly scene
Fuck your ass in the tub, rub my dick with vaseline
Make my shit stretch all down your throat
Quit tryna talk with that shit in your mouth just write a note
Or use sign language if you need some air
I'll chase your ass around the room, fuck that pussy anywhere
I'm just a Compton nigga, no matter where the fuck I be
Niggas don't get high, with me, I'm just writin what I see
It's reality that's all a real nigga know
All that "Slob/Cuzzin" and bullshit - it gots to go
All these niggas know, Villain kickin the real
I gives a fuck how these muthafuckas feel
Niggas hate me 'cause I'm doin what the fuck they wanna do
Niggas still be havin love for you (and I know)
Check it!

(Chorus)
Compton (he's back to you)
Come back, come back to me, yeah
Ohhhhh...(he's back to you)
Ohhhhh...I know, I know
(he's back to you)
Lalalalala...lalalalala
Compton, Compton (he's back to you)
Come back to me
Ohhh...no no no no...
(he's back to you)
Ohhhh...Compton...Ohhhh...
(he's back to you)
Ohhh...no no no no no...
(he's back to you)
Ohhh...Compton come back, come back to me baby
I...I wanna tell you baby ohhh...no no no no...lalala...Ohhh...I...
Ohhh...Compton...come back to me
(he's back to you)

Hey, hey Ren, hey check this out loc
Hey man I've been hearing a gang of niggas
Talking a whole lot of unnecessary bullshit man,
What if one of 'em trick ass niggas
Come at you the wrong way loc'?

[MC Ren]
I'll beat a niggas ass on the trick just for the hell of it
There the motherfucking piece of pussy there's no tell of it
I don't give a damn I'll beat a nigga like he's stole somethin'
And then I'll let the motherfucker know where Ren is coming from
I'm from Compton everybody's on the wagon
I'm looking for niggas that's thinkin'
That they're the shit, that's who I'm taggin'
Never asking questions I just go right in and do it
And if you're thinking that you can fuck with Ren
You bitch already blew it
Like I said before, fools want up in my shoes
But after fucking with me
They're givin' up rap, and they're singin' the blues
Me and DJ Train dropping bombs like a P2
So you should get the picture or if not, you get a preview
That we don't take no shit
Cause MC Ren ain't a nigga that you want to try and fuck with
Kick a little ass in my spare time
To keep myself occupied when I'm not bustin' up a rhyme
Writin that shit that ya love to hear
Cause MC Ren is the final frontier

[Chorus]

(Black guy) Who is it?
(White guy) The black nigga that they call Ren
(Black guy) Who is it?
(White guy) The black nigga that they call Ren
(Black guy) Who is it?
(White guy) The black nigga that they call Ren
(MC Ren) Ya fuck with me ya gotta fuck with a Mack 10

[MC Ren]
Now throw your hands in the air and let me see ya slap a hoe
Start the violence going on through an MC Ren show
I don't give a fuck if niggas is fighting in the crowd
I only got one concern, that's my vocals pumping loud
I'm standing on the stage I got my niggas to my right
I bust a couple of verses
Then jump in the crowd and get with the fight
I hit a nigga off in the head with a chair
The reason for that, the motherfucker he was standing there
Then DJ Train will grab the gauge, just in case a motherfucker
Talks shit, he'll be the victim on the front page
He's on his way to the morgue, to kick it with the rest
Of them motherfuckers that I gave free room and board
So when ya at my show
Let me see ya throw your hands up in the air and slap a hoe
Cause that's the only noise I want to hear
Cause MC Ren is the final frontier

[Chorus: x2]

[MC Ren]
The final frontier makes an average nigga wonder
Why they do a couple of records and then they go up under
Try to copy Ren but Ren just can't be duplicated
Motherfuckers making pussy shit so I come in and fade it
Slap the niggas like bitches if they have to talk back
Put my foot so deep in their ass they have a hole and not a crack
The shit just makes a nigga laugh, cause niggas be coming up to me
Asking me why did I leave size 10 Nike in that ass
I tell 'em I had to do it was part of the plan
To try to stop the fools jacking off by the hand
Putting wack records in the make
By using R&B fucking singers in the god damn breaks
Try to go commercial but they started out street
That's reason why they're still driving their two feet
Thinking they can diss Ren's flow, but singing and dancing
Don't go with the format that I be using in my show
It's just hardcore niggas acting crazy on the stage
Wearing gangsta clothes yo and spitting on the hoes
Doin' that shit that ya love to hear
Cause MC Ren is the final frontier

[Chorus: x2]

Ninety ninety mothafuckin' 1
NWA's back in this mothafuckin' yo
Takin' out all you commercicalized ass niggaz
And we're on this lay back track
And we're doin' this well kinda smooth
So what's you're gonna do Dre, Kick it!

It's so on le the shit flow on
Because I need somethin' to go off on
The mothafuckin' D-R-E servin' a death wish
So I'm a hit you like this
Early in the morning hop into the B-enz
I got 44 wayz of gettin' paid
Sittin' in my lap as I roll off the Compton blocks
To skoop up Ren I heard shots -
1 2 3, Then I see the nigga
Hop in de Benz and it was Ren on the mothafuckin' trigger
He got in the Benz and said
"Dre I was speakin' to de bitch O'shey" [Ice Cube]
And as we roll on I seen the patrol on crip
So we got ghost because they beat
Me and Ren in de black CE, yo,
Poppin' some funky shit by de D.O.C
I gotta get paid, paid in a hurry see
I gotta have it if I'm not paid fully
I start takin', makin' sure my shit is steady bumpin'
A nigga'z ALWAYZ INTO SOMETHIN'

I hear a dope beat
Somebody told me to buck dead
But if Dre did'nt do it I can't fuck with it
NWA is like a mix a fix a trix
Real niggaz with big dicks
You're takin' a chance when you think that
Talkin' under your breath won't lead to young death
Fuckin' up shit and shit by the killin'
For a nigga labled as bein' - A mothafuckin' Villain
But you don't know me, a record can't tell ya
I was so afraid I'd be a mothafuckin' faliure
Real niggaz got a hat-top breakin'
I hooked up with 3 more niggaz and started makin' -
Funky-ass shit for your system
Might sound nice so it makes you wanna listen to a
Sample of a ruthless organization
But you don't want the conferntation
Real niggaz don't play -
Yella, Eazy, Me and the nigga nigga Dre
Yo, alwayz makin' sure that my shit is steady bumpin'

Yeah, the world's most dangerous group
Definetly in this mothafucka
Sendin' a shout-out to all the niggaz out there
Yo you can get in the pick up and suck de dick up 'till you hick-up
You know what I'm sayin'
Yo, cuz I'm a nigga for life
And I realy don't give a fuck
I'm goin' for mine - Every time
I see a fuckin' softy -
Punk strong as coffee
A nigga like that best to back up off me
Yo, cuz these are the dayz and the times of de real nigga
False niggaz, NWA'z toss' niggaz
And that's on de real Cuz I'm a nigga that killz
Again and again so tell 'em what's up Ren

If i'm not no nothin' I don't feel like
So I grab de 9 n' de clip and go to murder mothafuckaz at night
Because I'm startin' to feel
I'm sittin' in a cell with a crimerz too tragic it could'nt make bail
So now they gotta hold me
And listen to rehabilizations over and over
Sayin' they told me
But I don't give a fuck cuz I know my shit is pumpin'
A nigga'z ALWAYZ INTO SOMETHIN'

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

Ice Cube-
Look at these niggas with attitudes
Look at these niggas with attitudes
Look at these niggas with attitudes
Look at these niggas with attitudes

-Hello-

Dr. Dre-
I started this gangsta shit
and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get?

-Hello-

MC Ren-
I started this gangsta shit
and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get?

-Hello-

Ice Cube-
The motherfuckin' world is a ghetto
Full of magazines full clips and heavy metal
When the smoke settle, i'm just lookin' for a big yellow
And six inch stelletows
Dr. Dre --hello-- perculatin' keep 'em waitin'
While you sittin' here hatin', your bitch is hyperventillatin'
Hopin' that we pentratin', you gets natin' cuz i never been to satan
The hardcore administratin' gang bang affiliatin'
MC Ren will have you wildin' off a zone and a whole half a gallon
--Get the dollar---
9 1 1 emergency
--And you can tell 'em--
It's my son he's hurtin' me
--And he's a felon--
On parole for robbery, ain't no copin' a plea, ain't no stopin' a G
I'm in the six you got to hop in the three, company monopoly
You handle shit slopilly I drop a key properly
They call me the Don Daada, pop a colla, drop a dolla if you hear me
You can hollar even rock wilders, folla, the impala
Wanna talk about this concrete nigga im a scholar the incredible
Hetero-sexual, credible, beg a hoe, let it go, dick ain't edible
Nigga ain't federal, i plan shit while you hand pick motherfuckers
Givin' up transcripts

Look at these niggas with attitudes
Look at these niggas with attitudes

-Hello-

I started this gangsta shit
and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get?

-Hello-

Dr. Dre-
I started this gangsta shit
and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get?

MC Ren-
Villain blows up your spot
Take your notebook your bitch and your glock
This motherfucker thought the coochie had a padlock
You slaped her ass that's alarming, cuz she want my worm like Common
We chin check niggas, them thin check niggas run trains on goldiggers
Beware these four niggas, scare motherfuckers like Steven King flicks
Makin' niggas clear the room like a dike flea a dick
Make executive none shit, nigga like quick
So when i bomb first nigga who you rollin' with?
Fuck that ice on your wrist, fuck your fine ass bitch
Cuz you could loose it in a tussle nigga watch me hustle
Watch niggas kiss my ass without flexin' a muscle, bitches
All in the back they knees waitin' to buckle
Same time same channel don't change the dial
Niggas for life, fuckin' your wife these niggas wild

--Hello--

I started this gangsta shit
and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get?

--Hello--

Ice Cube-
I started this gangsta shit
and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get?

--Hello--

Dr. Dre-
Did i fall off?
Got you in your room rippin' every chronic poster on your wall off
Just cuz i put away the sawed off
Now i got you sitin' back with a smirk listenin' with your arms crossed
Questioning Dre's credibility --What?--
Wondering if it's still in me to produce hits, y'all be killin' me
As if I need to make mo'
I got a mansion and six cars that are paid fo', suck my dick
--Hello--
We came a long way from not giving a fuck
Sellin' tapes out of a trunk to movin' this far up
Now we got the whole world starstruck,
Made a million plus and still don't give a motherfuck
Motherfucker i'm Dre, I don't need your respect
I don't need to make another album bitch I ain't gotta do shit
I do it because I want to not to stay in the game
Fuck the fame, i'm still stayin' the same lil' bitch!

--Hello--

I started this gangsta shit
and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get?

--Hello--

MC Ren-
I started this gangsta shit
and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get?

--Hello--

Ice Cube-
Look at these niggas with attitudes
Look at these niggas with attitudes

-Hello--

Look at these niggas with attitudes
Look at these niggas with attitudes
Look at these niggas with attitudes
Look at these niggas with attitudes
Look at these niggas with attitudes
Look at these niggas with attitudes

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 ..

Verse One: Eazy-E

I don't drink brass monkey, like the beat funky
Nickname Eazy-E your 8 ball junkie
Bass drum kicking, to show my shit
Rap a hole in my dick, boy, I don't quit
Crowd rocking motherfucker from around the way
I got a six shooter yo mean I am brave
Rolling through the hood to find the boys
Kick dust and cuss crank up some noise
Police on my drawers, I have to pause
40 ounce in my lap and it's freezing my balls
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 whomping
Cruising through the east side 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 holding
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rolling

Verse Two: Eazy-E

Riding on Slauson looking 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 tip 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 nigger 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 holding
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 Ball rolling

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 5-0 too
Stepped in the park I was drunk as hell
Three bitches already said, "Eric your breath smells!"
40 ounce in hand that's what I got
"Yo man you see Eazy urlin' in the parking lot?"
Stepped on your foot cold dissed your hoe
Asked her to dance and she said, "Hell No!"
Called her a bitch cause that's the rule
Boyz n tha Hood trying to keep me cool
Tell my homeboy you wanna kick my butt
I walked in your face and we get on up
I start dropping the dogs and watch you fall
Just dumb full of cumn got knocked out cold
"Make you look sick you snotty nosed prick!
Now your fly bitche is all over his dick!"
Punk got dropped cause the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rolling

Verse Four: Eazy-E

Pass the brew mother fucker while I tear shit up
and yall 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 goddamn funky
Do the Olde 8 fuck the brass monkey
Ice Cube writes the rhymes, that I say
Hail to the niggas from CIA
Crazy D is down and in effect
We make hard core jams so fuck respect
Make a toast all you punks to the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rolling

"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*}

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 ..

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

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

[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*}

[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*}

[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*}

[MC Ren as Court Officer]
Right about now, N.W.A. court is in full effect
Judge Dre presiding
In the case of N.W.A. vs. the Police Department;
prosecuting attourneys are: MC Ren, Ice Cube,
and Eazy-motherfuckin-E

[Dr. Dre as The Judge]
Order, order, order
Ice Cube, take the motherfuckin stand
Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth
and nothin but the truth so help your black ass?

[Ice Cube as Witness]
You god damn right!

[Dr. Dre]
Well won't you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say?

[Ice Cube]
Fuck the police comin straight from the underground
A young nigga got it bad cause I'm brown
And not the other color so police think
they have the authority to kill a minority
Fuck that shit, cause I ain't the one
for a punk motherfucker with a badge and a gun
to be beatin on, and thrown in jail
We can go toe to toe in the middle of a cell
Fuckin with me cause I'm a teenager
with a little bit of gold and a pager
Searchin my car, lookin for the product
Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics
You'd rather see, me in the pen
than me and Lorenzo rollin in a Benz-o
Beat a police out of shape
and when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape
To tape off the scene of the slaughter
Still gettin swoll off bread and water
I don't know if they fags or what
Search a nigga down, and grabbin his nuts
And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none
But don't let it be a black and a white one
Cause they'll slam ya down to the street top
Black police showin out for the white cop
Ice Cube will swarm
on ANY motherfucker in a blue uniform
Just cause I'm from, the CPT
Ounk police are afraid of me!
HUH, a young nigga on the warpath
And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath
of cops, dyin in L.A.
Yo Dre, I got somethin to say

{*"Fuck the police" -) cut and scratched 4X*}

Example of scene one

[Cop] Pull your god damn ass over right now
[NWA] Aww shit, now what the fuck you pullin me over for?
[Cop] Cause I feel like it!
Just sit your ass on the curb and shut the fuck up
[NWA] Man, fuck this shit
[Cop] Aight smartass, I'm takin your black ass to jail!

[Dr. Dre]
MC Ren, will you please give your testimony
to the jury about this fucked up incident?

[MC Ren]
Fuck the police and Ren said it with authority
because the niggaz on the street is a majority
A gang, is with whoever I'm steppin
and the motherfuckin weapon is kept in
a stash box, for the so-called law
Wishin Ren was a nigga that they never saw
Lights start flashin behind me
But they're scared of a nigga so they mace me to blind me
But that shit don't work, I just laugh
because it gives em a hint, not to step in my path
For police, I'm sayin, "Fuck you punk!"
Readin my rights and shit, it's all junk
Pullin out a silly club, so you stand
with a fake-assed badge and a gun in your hand
But take off the gun so you can see what's up
And we'll go at it punk, and I'ma fuck you up!
Make you think I'ma kick your ass
but drop your gat, and Ren's gonna blast
I'm sneaky as fuck when it comes to crime
But I'ma smoke 'em now and not next time
Smoke any motherfucker that sweats me
or any asshole, that threatens me
I'm a sniper with a hell of a scope
Takin out a cop or two, they can't cope with me
The motherfuckin villian that's mad
With potential, to get bad as fuck
So I'ma turn it around
Put in my clip, yo, and this is the sound
{*BOOM, BOOM*} Yeah, somethin like that
but it all depends on the size of the gat
Takin out a police, would make my day
But a nigga like Ren don't give a fuck to say

{*"Fuck the police" -) cut and scratched 4X*}

[Cop] {*knocking on the door*}
[NWA] Yeah man, what you need?
[Cop] Police, open now
[NWA] Aww shit
[Cop] We have a warrant for Eazy-E's arrest
[Cop] Get down and put your hands up where I can see 'em
(Move motherfucker, move now!)
[NWA] What the fuck did I do, man what did I do?
[Cop] Just shut the fuck up
and get your motherfuckin ass on the floor
(You heard the man, shut the fuck up!)
[NWA] But I didn't do shit
[Cop] Man just shut the fuck up!

[Dr. Dre]
Eazy-E, won't you step up to the stand
and tell the jury how you feel about this bullshit?

[Eazy-E]
I'm tired of the motherfuckin jackin
Sweatin my gang, while I'm chillin in the shack, and
shinin the light in my face, and for what?
Maybe it's because I kick so much butt
I kick ass -- or maybe cause I blast
on a stupid-assed nigga when I'm playin with the trigger
of any Uzi or an AK
Cause the police always got somethin stupid to say
They put out my picture with silence
Cause my identity by itself causes violence
The E with the criminal behavior
Yeah, I'm a gangsta, but still I got flavor
Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucker in a uniform waitin to get shot
by me, or another nigga
And with a gat it don't matter if he's smaller or bigger
(MC Ren: Size ain't shit, he's from the old school fool)
And as you all know, E's here to rule
Whenever I'm rollin, keep lookin in the mirror
And ears on cue, yo, so I can hear a
dumb motherfucker with a gun
And if I'm rollin off the 8, he'll be the one
that I take out, and then get away
While I'm drivin off laughin this is what I'll say

{*"Fuck the police" -) cut and scratched 4X*}

The verdict

[Dre] The jury has found you guilty of bein a redneck,
white bread, chickenshit motherfucker
[Cop] But wait, that's a lie! That's a god damn lie!
[Dre] Get him out of here!
[Cop] I want justice!
[Dre] Get him the fuck out my face!
[Cop] I want justice!
[Dre] Out, RIGHT NOW!
[Cop] FUCK YOU, YOU BLACK MOTHER-FUCKERRRRRRRRRRRRS!

Fuck the police! (repeat 3X)

Verse One: Ice Cube

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"

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"

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

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

[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)

[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)

[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're 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 gauge
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 toilet
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!

[Unknown voice at the end after band breaks down]
Shut the fuck up!!

[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!!

(Listen to this)
(Eazy E:) Yo Ren !
(MC Ren:) Whassup ?
(Eazy E: Take) (one) (MC Ren: Yo) (Hit it)

(Listen to this)
(Eazy E:) Yo Ren !
(MC Ren:) Whassup ?
(Eazy E: Take) (one) (MC Ren: Yo) (Hit it)

(MC Ren:)
Ruthless, plenty of that and much more
So at the party, Ren is controllin the floor
that you step and do your danceroutine
It ain't a dream my man, you're in a gangsta scene
with a villain doin damage on a 24 track
With confusion to finish my conclusion
Arhytomatic rhymes from a radio cat
You can't take what I got coz I'll be takin it right back
(Ruthless gangsta) Cold killin
You wanna know what it's means ? (definition...villain)
With the stupid dope rhyme
So once you hear one line you can tell it's mine
With a baseball cap that's black that I'm wearin
and a look that keeps you all starin
and wondering why I'm invincible
But when you hear my rhyme, it's convincible
I don't take no shorts while I'm constructin the ground
that makes y'all move around to my hell of a sound
Girls drool on me like a dyin
(Dr.Dre: Yo Ren, tell'em what they do when you start rhymin)
I go to the party. I hip a hop the spot
I dunno what it is, but the girls get hot
aspirin like they're on fire and
their so-called boyfriends with'em are retirin
And for this reason I'm a walkin threath
So when I'm on stage I want...(Ssssht)

(Eazy E: Quiet on tha set)
(Light, camera, action)
(Eazy E: N.W.A. take) (two)

(MC Ren:)
Now to get started with my musical profession
A gangsta or villain in mine is in session
The way that I'm referrin to this makes ya move ya butt
but don't stand in a daze, yeah you should know what's up
Anyway I keep the clappin along
coz nothing bad could go wrong because this song is so strong
(?? huh ?? I'm ???) who could ask for anything more
when N.W.A. is cold rockin the floor
like stupid, actin like a retard
waitin for a bumrush, gettin to the good part
It tips me so with temptation
writin my lyrics with this hyped information
Just look at the center of the stage where the spotlight shines
(Eazy E: Boy you should have known by now) It's mine !
Unpredictable, keepin you extremely enjoyed


It's irresistable, meanin that you can't avoid
And while I'm on stage, look forward to sweat
but after I rip it up I want...(Ssssht)

(Eazy E: Quiet on tha set)
(Light, camera, action)
(Eazy E: N.W.A. take) (three)

(MC Ren:)
I can be loud as hell, think I will ? (Never)
(Ssssht) (Eazy E: Quiet on tha set) Yeah I like that better
(?? huh ?? As what I can do ??) I think I earn respect
And if I didn't from you, that's what I expect
coz if it ain't ruff it ain't me
So who really cares how you want me to be
See, I'm just me standin at the top of the pile
and doin soft known tunes it ain't my style
And this concludes our program
of how N.W.A. makes a ruthless jam
Now first we take an average drum
Give it to Dre, and the boy gets dumb
It's no secret, that I sit alone at night
Pick up a pad and pen and begin to write
all kinda lyrics that's promised to play
to make everybody say:
(They can be cold and ruthless no question about that,
but sometimes it's more complicated...)
(Eazy E: Yo Dre) (You know what I want you to do ?)
(Public Enemy: Bring that beat back, bring that beat back)

Now MC Ren is here workin like super glue
No matter what I do, I'm always thinkin o' you
Coz I'm the pusher, supplyin the fix
And this jam's so dope, it don't need a remix
But I'm makin obstacles of enemy traps
to catch any MC's with the weak-ass raps
Crucifyin their (?? huh ??) like just for usin my name
The definition is pain, but that's the thing o' the game
If they try to retreat, I catch'em one at a time
coz they're comittin a crime, and still promotin a rhyme
So, you're in the back of me just listen and learn
because you'll all get a chance or maybe a turn
Now my sideman wants to give a preview
so at my next concert I wanna see you
there not sittin in a chair
standin on yo feet, with yo hand in the air
Now I'm about to get out but I'll be back
But next time expect the more funkier track
deep down for your enjoyment to hear more percussion
with lyrics that's smooth to start some discussion
The beat that I'm (?? hype ??) and you know that's bad
Now continue to dance coz I'm thru with tha set

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

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

[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...

You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge.

VERSE 1 (Ice Cube)
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 you fuck with me
The police are gonna have to come and get me
Off your ass. That's how I'm going out,
For the punk motherfuckers that's showing out
Niggaz start to mumble,
They want to rumble
Mix them and cook them in a pot like Gumbo.
Going off on a motherfucker like that,
With a gat that's pointed at your ass.
So give it up smooth.
Ain't no telling when I'm down for a jack move.
Here's a murder rap to keep ya dancing,
With a crime record like Charles Manson.
AK-47 is the tool.
Don't make me act a motherfucking fool.
Me and you can go toe to toe, no maybe,
I'm knocking niggaz out the box daily.
Yo weekly, monthly, and yearly,
Until them dumb motherfuckers see clearly
That I'm down with the capital C-P-T.
Boy, you can't fuck with me.
So when I'm in your neighborhood,
You better duck,
'cause Ice Cube is crazy as fuck.
As I leave, believe I'm stomping
But when I come back, boy,
I'm coming straight outta Compton.

VERSE 2 (M.C. Ren)
[Yo Ren! Wussup? Tell 'em where ya from!]
Straight outta Compton,
Another crazy ass nigga.
More punks I smoke,
Yo my rep gets bigger.
I'm a bad motherfucker and you know this,
But the pussy ass niggaz won't show this.
But I don't give a fuck, I'mma make my snaps,
If not from the records, from jacking, or craps. [?? #1]
It's like burglary, the definition is jacking,
Or when illegally armed, it's called packing.
Shoot a motherfucker in a minute,
I find a good piece of pussy, and go up in it.
So if you're at a show in the front row,
I'mma call you a bitch or a dirty ass 'ho.
You'll probably get mad like a bitch is supposed to,
But that shows me what you're composed to [?? #2]
A crazy motherfucker from the street.
Attitude legit, 'cause I'm tearing up shit.
MC Ren controls the automatic
For any dumb motherfucker that starts static.
Not the right hand, 'cause I'm the hand itself,
Every time, I pull a AK off the shelf.
Security is maximum and that's a law.
R-E-N spells Ren, but I'm raw.
See, 'cause I'm the motherfucking villain.
The definition is clear,
You're the witness of a killing
That's taking place without a clue.
And once you're on the scope,
Your ass is through.
Look, you might take it as a trip,
But a nigga like Ren is on a gangster tip.
Straight outta Compton.

VERSE 3 (Eazy-E)
[Eazy is his name and the boy's coming...]
Straight outta Compton,
Is a brother that'll smother your mother
And make your sister think I love her.
Dangerous motherfucker raising hell,
And if I ever get caught I make bail.
See, I don't give a fuck, that's the problem.
I see a motherfucking cop, I don't dodge him,
But I'm smart, lay low, creep a while,
And when I see the punk pass, I smile.
To me it's kind of funny,
The attitude is showing;
Nigga driving,
But don't know where the fuck he going.
Just rolling,
Looking for the one they call Eazy,
But here's the flash: They never seize me.
Ruthless, never seen, like a shadow in the dark,
Except when I unload. You see, it's fun to jump over a hesitation [?? #3]
And hear the scream of the one who caught the last penetration [?? #4]
Feel a little gust of wind and I'm jetting,
But leave a memory, no one will be forgetting.
So what about the bitch who got shot? Fuck her!
You think I give a damn about a bitch? I ain't a sucker.
This is an autobiography of the E
And if you ever fuck with me
You'll get taken by a stupid dope brother who will smother.
Word to the motherfucker.
Straight outta Compton. jhareed dont fuck around end up and kill a wite bitch im the crazies motherfucker u ever going to see

Damn, that shit was dope!


---NOTES---

[?? #1] "jacking the cracks" a lyric that appears in some transcriptions, seems nonsensical, as does "jacking the crops." The lyric "Jacking, or craps [game]" seems improved because it's consistent with the idea that 'Ruthless Villain' MC Ren would make money from his records, or from stealing and gambling. Having more industry than agriculture, it is unlikely that Ren is robbing farmers of their crops in Compton.  :P
[?? #2] The current lyric "what you're composed to" doesn't make much sense. And, this transcriber hears the word "slut" instead of "what", although that doesn't clarify the rest of the sentence.
[?? #3] Possibly "it's fun to jump over a hesitation" or "a spark will jump over a hesitation" or "a spark can jump over a hesitation." This transcriber recalls a printed interview with NWA where they clarified this line with "spark," but the transcriber's ancient memory is not sufficient for good data, and the meaning of this line is still not clear.
[?? #4] This transcriber is positing that the lyric goes: "and hear the scream of the one who caught the leg penetration," ie., bullet wound. This transcriber can imagine an S phoneme just before "penetration," but the transcriber suspects that it might be a phantom phoneme from the 808 hi-hat. Also the meaning of "last penetration" is not understood.

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

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

Real nigga shit..
Now I'm bout to show you how the West coast rock
Real nigga shit
Now I'm bout to show you how the West coast rock
Real nigga shit..

Here come The Villain again, grab your hoe and get the fuck outta town
This nigga shit make the world go round
It's that black nigga Ren, duck when I bust
Make Jada get on these nuts, make Will, love to cuss
You wanna fuck with us? Man, I wouldn't do it
Ask this nigga here, his ass, we ran right through it
You out actin like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright
Get the fuck out my site, I Ren-incarnate
Droppin West coast shit in every motherfuckin state
Motherfuckin legend, y'all niggaz be knowin
You can leave yo' bitch and keep on goin

I am Doggy Dogg bitch (beitch) love to hit a switch
Never hit a bitch (beitch) love that gangsta shit
Can I hear your flow? Can I fuck yo' hoe?
Boy you hard on 'em - nigga you ain't know?
When you testify, you got to keep it fly
A lot of niggaz lie, shit we do or die
E'ryday we high, it's like a nine to five
I got my nina my

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

Now this is the bitch who makes straight A's,
but never got to leave out of the house back in de dayz
and when she was at school she gave people dirty looks,
she always carried books and thought me and my friends were crooks,
you always see the bitch in the classes,
she never wore pants she wore a dress and some glasses,
teachers used to rag, she was the teacher's pet,
every nigguz used to brag how much they want to make her wet,
straight to her butt 'cause yo she ain't tall,
but you would say fuck her when you saw the bitch walk,
ass hanging out by the pawn,
and that's another reason why niggaz wanted to get her panties down,
she kept to herself in the hallways,
and never looked at niggaz like old day,
and when the last bell rang she was gone,
so one day I decided to follow the bitch home,
her mother was at work she would'nt get home 'till 6,
so it was time for ren to put the bitch in the mix,
'cause back in the school it was every nigguz dream,
so now it's time to get a closer look behind the scene!

"all the pimps, the hores, the pulldaggers, the cocksuckers,
gave 100$ bill just to see"

now I made it to her house but she would'nt let me in yo,
so I said fuck it, smack around to the window,
she get into the room and start to undress,
now I'm biting on my lips saying "damn this bitch is blessed!"
the doorbell rang, it was the nextdoor neighbor,
and he was axing up could she do him a favour,
she grabbed de nigga's hand and took him in the room,
and laid on the back as he fucked her with a broom,
she said she wanted back up so then she said,
she wanted him to eat the pussy so she grabbed his head,
and he started eating it like a thanks-given dinner,
he made the bitch come and then he put his dick up in her,
she smashed up his back with the cloth,
but she was screaming so loud he had to gaggle with his toes,
but after they finish fucking yo the bitch took a shower,
to wash off the sweat from the last half hour,
the bitch put out some bud and then she started to smoke,
took his wicked jack daddy and made a few miles of cock,
the nigga said shit gotta go,
bcuz this innocent little girl is a whore!
YO BEHIND THE SCENES!

"nobody in .. my neighborhood" MiX

now I went back to school the very next day,
and I knew that my niggaz won't believe what I had to say,
I told them what I saw and nigguz said "yeah right",
so I told the mothafuckaz to come over there tonight,
now there's 10 real niggaz at her window,
waiting to see a whore like alamat natio(?)
they thought that I was lying 'cause we waited 1 hour,
and when we started to leave the bitch walked out da shower,
ass on the round the bitch do it in her bed,
her bottomlips was hanging and she started fingerbanging,
her daddy walked in and started beating her with a belt,
the bitch was so hot she made the leather start to melt,
but she was liking it,
yelling "daddy give it to me harder",
then he took off all his cloth and start fucking his doughter,
my niggaz outside did'nt believe what they would see-some,
but when her mama got home, they turned into a threesome,
her mama ate the pussy while her daddy doggy sounded,
the family freak together and they also laid together,
I could'nt take them all 'cause I was too much of a man,
so I jumped back to the window with my dick in my hand,
The hand in the money kept to her neighbors' door,
'cause now it was even it was 2 against 2,
but a couple minutes after I was in,
all my niggaz jumped in all 10 yo behind the scenes!

"This is the bitches and the ho's crew"

"yes daddy I love you"

"She like suckin' on dicks .. and lickin' on nutts .. and they even take
the broomstick on her butt!"

Hey, hey Ren, hey check this out loc
Hey man I've been hearing a gang of niggas
Talking a whole lot of unnecessary bullshit man,
What if one of 'em trick ass niggas
Come at you the wrong way loc'?

[MC Ren]
I'll beat a niggas ass on the trick just for the hell of it
There the motherfucking piece of pussy there's no tell of it
I don't give a damn I'll beat a nigga like he's stole somethin'
And then I'll let the motherfucker know where Ren is coming from
I'm from Compton everybody's on the wagon
I'm looking for niggas that's thinkin'
That they're the shit, that's who I'm taggin'
Never asking questions I just go right in and do it
And if you're thinking that you can fuck with Ren
You bitch already blew it
Like I said before, fools want up in my shoes
But after fucking with me
They're givin' up rap, and they're singin' the blues
Me and DJ Train dropping bombs like a P2
So you should get the picture or if not, you get a preview
That we don't take no shit
Cause MC Ren ain't a nigga that you want to try and fuck with
Kick a little ass in my spare time
To keep myself occupied when I'm not bustin' up a rhyme
Writin that shit that ya love to hear
Cause MC Ren is the final frontier

[Chorus]

(Black guy) Who is it?
(White guy) The black nigga that they call Ren
(Black guy) Who is it?
(White guy) The black nigga that they call Ren
(Black guy) Who is it?
(White guy) The black nigga that they call Ren
(MC Ren) Ya fuck with me ya gotta fuck with a Mack 10

[MC Ren]
Now throw your hands in the air and let me see ya slap a hoe
Start the violence going on through an MC Ren show
I don't give a fuck if niggas is fighting in the crowd
I only got one concern, that's my vocals pumping loud
I'm standing on the stage I got my niggas to my right
I bust a couple of verses
Then jump in the crowd and get with the fight
I hit a nigga off in the head with a chair
The reason for that, the motherfucker he was standing there
Then DJ Train will grab the gauge, just in case a motherfucker
Talks shit, he'll be the victim on the front page
He's on his way to the morgue, to kick it with the rest
Of them motherfuckers that I gave free room and board
So when ya at my show
Let me see ya throw your hands up in the air and slap a hoe
Cause that's the only noise I want to hear
Cause MC Ren is the final frontier

[Chorus: x2]

[MC Ren]
The final frontier makes an average nigga wonder
Why they do a couple of records and then they go up under
Try to copy Ren but Ren just can't be duplicated
Motherfuckers making pussy shit so I come in and fade it
Slap the niggas like bitches if they have to talk back
Put my foot so deep in their ass they have a hole and not a crack
The shit just makes a nigga laugh, cause niggas be coming up to me
Asking me why did I leave size 10 Nike in that ass
I tell 'em I had to do it was part of the plan
To try to stop the fools jacking off by the hand
Putting wack records in the make
By using R&B fucking singers in the god damn breaks
Try to go commercial but they started out street
That's reason why they're still driving their two feet
Thinking they can diss Ren's flow, but singing and dancing
Don't go with the format that I be using in my show
It's just hardcore niggas acting crazy on the stage
Wearing gangsta clothes yo and spitting on the hoes
Doin' that shit that ya love to hear
Cause MC Ren is the final frontier

[Chorus: x2]

The year is 87'
Back in the 12th grade g
When I used to hang with ch to the ip hangin' in the halls
Tryin' to get the young bitches ridin' my ballz
We got dissed 'cause we were jog' and kept to ourself shyo
Because it's all about self
We used to try to get the number and the name
But back then - they wanted mothafuckaz in the dope game
We used to try to fuck with ho's
In our graduatin' class there was no woman givin' up the ass
We go to a dance, we see ho's rollin' eyes on my crew,
But what the fuck can I do?
They would'nt even give a nigga like me a chance thou [why? ]
Because my feet was my transport
You ax 'em to dance they start to riff
And on the way home niggaz never gave us a lift
But now the tables turned around
Every mothafucka and his mom would wanna be down
I see the bitches at the clubs, the same ones
They're thinkin' they're fine and also runnin' the same line :
"what's up ren, we used to be in the same class"
I'm shakin' my head yeah, now listen to line ass
They ax me what have I been up to,
Knowin' damn well I made money for my record sales
I zip on my drink and say see ya
'cause only a four leg and pregnant mud can be ya'

People that used to hate me
Now when they see me they speak first
But used to demon raps 'cause I cursed
They used to say I would'nt make it 'cause I use profanity
And call myself a nigga with an attitude
But once again the tables turned around
Niggaz tryin' to be down - walkin' up like a hound
Especially the ones that never had nothin' to say
Now they talk to me like enow and everyday


Axin' me what's up with eazy
Or dr. dre, yo did he marry miss she'ly?
Or did the d.o.c get his voice back,
And niggaz think I'm mean when I say I'm not a magazine
'cause when I come around I wanna kick it
The ..... is axin' me for concert tickets
The same fools, that used to go to my school
When you see my on the streets just chill and be cool
So if you realy wanna be down -
Don't crowd around a nigga like a hound!

The hound-dogs, they come in all shapes n' sizes
Jackin' 'round ren with a gang o' surprises
Nothin' but a groopy in sheep's clothin'
The shit makes me lough when the homies want an autograph
I feel like I'm on a talkshow
Because they ax all the questions then say they gotta go
Never wanna know how I'm makin' out
All they wanna know is when my alboum's commin' out
Or ax me - 'yo ren, when are you goin' on tour? '
I tell 'em 'the same time like I told you before'
Then there's always one beggin' for me to kick hm down
For pissin' on my leg I never knew you you fuckin' hound!
So go back to your home and fetch yo' bone
And quit retrievin' on mine 'cause nigga you got your own
And talk about me behind my back - nigga please!
So much of a hound, all you're missin' is your flees
Scratchin' all day because you're itchin'
You're tryin' to get news wishin' you was in my shoes
But trippin' like that you'd never be down
'cause ren don't likes a fuckin' hound -
You straight hound-dog!

You kiss my black ass because you sucked my dick off
My balls are fallin out of your mouth when you cough
This is for the people in the business, the people in the streets
And most of all it's to the wack muthafuckas with wack beats
Fools on the streets wish they was in my shoes
Cause every day they wake up, they see me on the news
I'm hittin number one the first week that I'm released
And my muthafuckin business and my bank account increase
Bitches ride the poke and niggas ride the sack
So I guess that you can say they're both caught in the impact
Niggas in my neighborhood ain't about nothin
The po' broke muthafuckas think I owe em something
But I don't owe em shit but a 'what's up' for a hello
And ask for a job, the answer is, "Hell no"
Go back to the corner with your brew and be angry
Cause lookin at me crazy, that shit ain't gonna change me
But some of them are cool, and they know who they are
The ones that used to kick it with me when I couldn't afford a car
But the others talk shit behind my back
The main muthafuckas always sayin they gotta rap
Wait to make a record like it happens overnight
But the rhymes are always sloppy and they're never ever tight
Then they get pissed when I tell them that it's wack
But Ren ain't a pussy, so step the fuck back
And kiss my black ass

I'm tired of rappers with live instruments on the stage
Save the shit for parades
And while you're at it, why don't you dress like a clown
And draw yourself a permanent frown
Cause the pioneers didn't draw bands in the blueprints
Because it wouldn't make sense
Rappers doin this should retire
Niggas lookin like Earth, Wind & Fire
People don't go to rap shows, so they can hear a band
It's like a man tryin to fuck a man
It defeats the whole purpose
It's like a fish tryin to swim on the surface
A big circus, all that's missin is a tent
Because the shit ain't worth five cents
So a nigga like Ren'll take a stand
To say a real rap artist don't need a band
All you need on the stage is meat and bones
Save the band shit for Quincy Jones
And no more singin on the breaks, please
The shit is spreadin fast like disease
And for them I'll be a cure, pure
You know that I know I'm sure
So I'ma trap on my lure
Every hypocritical muthafucka that's suckin with the rap
Give him a real nigga slap
Kiss my black ass

Now rappers in the business talk shit behind my back
Just because their shit ain't sellin and people call it wack
But when I go to clubs, I get the utmost respect
Them jealous muthafuckas know I clock crazy checks
Sayin I wouldn't sell if I didn't cuss
But while they fuss, I'm goin, gone, they goin dust
Barely standin the light of the lime
Life's a bitch with some pussy-ass rhymes
But they always on my dick when they see me
I think beneath that point, they want to be me
I don't break my neck to be in other niggas' videos
Standin around like hoes
But them other niggas gotta do it for pub'
Because nobody recognize them in the club
And when they see me they want to kick it, so people'll stare
Quit swinging on my dick hairs
And as soon as I leave, the muthafuckas start yappin
Run they mouth like a bitch, better than they do rappin
And I don't need a crew
Because a crew can't do shit that a real nigga can't do
So to all y'all niggas that's down with a crew
How does it feel ot be number two?
Kissin another nigga's ass so you can slick sign a autograph
And move people out his path
And that's the reason I'ma diss you
Stuff your mouth with tissue
And kiss my black ass

Oh yeah...
You know what I'm sayin'...
We peel mothafuckin' cops around here...
You can't come around here talkin' that shit
You'll get a mothafuckin' bullet in your head and wind up dead
You know what I'm sayin', I'll send you home in a bodybag you fag
And I'm 'a tell you somethin' right now -
don't come to the alley with that bullshit [bullshit]
Hey Ren, who's talkin' shit?
Hey nigga where that shit happenin' at lo'?

Right up my alley I see things and scenes
But you know it ain't over 'till the black nigga sings
And he's singin' the blues and holdin' shoes
While he's zippin' off booth
'Cuz every week he see a nigga's killed in the news
In the alley all the hard hits kicking
Don't permit the suckerz cuz they ride the mothafuckaz
Niggaz gettin' high and high 'till they grw-p (grow-up)
So fucked up - they start shootin' at the cops
So ladies complain but there ain't shit they can do
Or run dead in the house slap the bitches with a shoe
I sell my dope and I ain't ashamed to say it
Cuz I got Benz and mothafuckaz won't pay it
In the alley - Bitches sell pussy real cheap
Waitin' 'round the trick when the fucka fall asleep
Bitches 15-16 got the claps
And crabs in their pussy crawl around in the naps
Sometime ho's would tore jams in the toes
30 ass cloth, with boogers in their nose
Roamin', Roamin' lookin' for dick to suck
Walk around in the dayz like they don't give a fuck
IN THE ALLEY ..

Hey man, look at these mothafuckin' basehead bases ...

Nigga you pop a gang of shit but ah nigga
Where you from ?

Right up my alley niggaz trip cars that they stole
And niggaz outside look for wayz to get swole
Takin' turns, zippin' on the 40 oz
Poppin' some funky shit by the D.O.C
I'm with my nigga little nation or my homey named snoop
My nigga DJ train he hittin' corner in de coop
Pullin' up I give him gat - axin' if he pullin' work
Lookin' like a straight G - with some cockeis and a T-shirt
We sit at the table wrappin' bones
While the little BG'z fight with the sticks and the stones
Tryin' to get a name for the self yo but why
So all the little buckets gettin' the G into a driveby
Take down some rifles 'cross-town
They're back to the alley where they can't be found
Police come around and try to find 'em
But the whole fuckin' scene is standing right there behind them
Open up fire on the pigs now they cook
They did'nt know what hit 'em cuz the niggaz had to get 'em
IN THE ALLEY ..

Officers down, officers down, we need assistance in the alley ..

You're talkin' shit but where was you nigga?

Standin' in the alley with my nigga Juvinalle for a while
This nigga try to rush it but the fool was livin' fall
Tryin' to get a name pretended on the wrong wayz
My brother cock de fuck out to his ass in the dayz
People crowded 'round like a fly on shit
Everybody had to stand cuz there ain't nowhere to sit
This little punk he was new to the alley
He grew up with some white mothafuckaz in the valley
Now he's on his back lookin' up in all these faces
I bet he won't open up his mouth in no more places
And he don't know, he won't go but now he has to go
My brother picked him up and started hittin' him some more
Then every nigga had to get a turn
To make sure that this mothafucka learn
Niggaz kickin' him - hittin' him with bricks
Check it, and my homey lit his big ball bite off his dick
And to top it off he pulled my brother at the scene
He emptied up his click with the whole 15
IN THE ALLEY ..

Oi motherf**ker,
Get yo' motherf**kin' hands off me motherfukin' police officer,
Ei you bullshit,
F**k that shit man, I'm tired of you motherf**kers getin us always getin bust on, motherf**ker, shit. Always tweakin man.
Just get in the motherf**kin' cell and shut the f**k up.
Shit man, I'm tired of you motherf**kers always f**kin with me all the time man, I'm tired of this shit man. I'm gonna call my bitch, she gonna come get me up out this motherf**ker, ei, what you smiling at in the corner nigger? Shut up and pass me a cigarette foo'. Man i'm tellin' you my bitch gona come get me up outta here.
(Phone Ring)
Hello?
Hello.
Leroy?
Bitch this ain't no motherf**kin' Leroy, ei i'm in motherf**kin' jail, you better come get me up outta here, it's me baby wassup!?
First of all I ain't yo' bitch, Second of all I ain't commin' to get you out of (ahh f**k that ) motherf**kin' nowhere, motherf**ker.
F**k you.
F**k you!
F**k you.
Ai, to ai, you betta come pick me up from this motherf**ker, thas all I know. Ei ei what you talkin' bout phone check nigger, you betta wait your turn foo'. Ei come get me up outta here baby, thas all real. Ei, if you don't I just get my other bitch to come get me, f**k it, I just drop you, f**k it.
->Music
Yo' wassup niggers and niggettes. If you ever have a problem like this don't call that broke ass nigger you got, and don't call that sorry bitch that don't give a f**k about you anyways. What you need to do is call 1-900-2-Compton (well all right!).
1-900-2-Compton, thats 1-900-2-Compton. This show was sponsered by the niggers that don't give a f**k.

Intro:
And why do we call ourself 'Niggaz 4 Life'.
'Cause if we die we still gon' be some dead niggas.
""You don't really think you're gonna get away, do you?""
""We haven't spotted them yet.""
""But they're somewhere in the immediate vicinity.""
[MC Ren]
A 100 Miles and Runnin'.
MC Ren, I hold the gun and
You want me to kill a mutherfucker and it's done in.
Since I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct -
Is one of the main reasons I don't give a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
We're not alone, we're three more brothers, I mean street-brothers.
Now wearin' my dyes, 'cause I'm not stupid, mutherfuckers.
They're out to take our heads for what we said in the past.
Point blank - They can kizz my black azz.
I didn't stutter when I said ""Fuck Tha Police"".
'Cause it's hard for a nigga to get peace.
Now it's broken and can't be fixed.
'Cause police and little black niggers don't mix so
Now I'm creepin' through the fall.
Runnin' like a team. Well, see, I might have slayed y'all.
So for now pack the gun and
Hold it in the air.
'Cause MC Ren has a 100 Miles of Runnin'...
""Into this news. Four fugitives are on the run.""
""FBI sources tell us that the four are headed""
""100 miles to their homebase, Compton.""
[Eazy E]
Lend me a mutherfuckin' ear.
So I can tell you why...
[Dr. Dre]
Runnin' with my brothers, headed for the homebase.
With a steady pace on the face that just we raced.
The road ahead goes on and on.
The shit is gettin' longer than the mutherfuckin' marathon.
Runnin' on but never runnin' out.
Stayin' wired and if I get tired, I can still try out.
Hitchhikin' if that's what it gotta do.
But nobody's pickin' up a Nigga Witta Attitude.
Confused...
Yo, but Dre's a nigga with nuthin' to lose.
One of the few who's been accused and abused
Of the crime of poisonin' young minds.
But you don't know shit til you been in my shoes.
And Dre is back from the C-P-T.
Droppin' some shit that's D-O-P-E.
So fuck the P-O-L-I-C-E!
And any mutherfucker that disagrees.
Stuck and runnin' hard, hauling ass.
'Cause I'm a nigga known for havin' a notorious past.
My mind was slick - my temper was too quick.
Now the FBI's all over my dick.
[Eazy E]
Got us tick and runnin' just to find the gun that started the clock.
That's when the E jumped off the startin' block.
A 100 Miles from home and ,yo, it's a long stretch.
A little sprintin' mutherfucker that they won't catch.
Yeah, back to Compton again.
Yo, it's either that or the Federal pen.
'Cause niggas been runnin' since beginning of time.
Takin' a minute to tell you what's on my mutherfuckin' mind.
Runnin' like I just don't care.
Compton's 50 miles but , yo, I'mma get there.
Archin' my back and on a straight rough.
Just like Carl Lewis I'm ballin' the fuck out.
>From city to city I'm a menace as I pass by.
Rippin' up shit just so you can remember I'm
A straight up nigga that's done in, gunnin' and comin'
Straight at yo ass.
A 100 Miles and Runnin'...
Interlude:
This one goes out to the four brothers from Compton.
You're almost there, but the FBI has a little message for you:
""Nowhere to run to, baby. Nowhere to hide.""
Good luck brothers.
[MC Ren]
Runnin' like a nigga I hate to lose.
Show me on the news but I hate to be abused.
I know it was a set-up.
So now I'm gonna get up.
Even if the FBI wants me to shut up.
But I've got 10 000 niggas strong.
They got everybody singin' my ""Fuck Tha Police"" song.
And while they treat my group like dirt,
Their whole fuckin' family is wearin' our T-shirts.
So I'mma run til I can't run no more.
'Cause it's time for MC Ren to settle the score.
I got a urge to kick down doors.
At my grave like a slave even if the Ren calls.
[Dr. Dre]
Clouds are dark and brothers are hidin'.
Dick-tricklin' at the sunny mutherfucker's are ridin'.
Started with five and, yo, one couldn't take it.
So now there's four 'cause the fifth couldn't make it.
The number's even - now I'm leavin'.
We're never gettin' took by a bitch with a weave in.
Her and the troops are right behind me.
But they're so fuckin' stupid, they'll never find me.
[Eazy E]
One more mile to go through the dark streets.
Runnin' like a mutherfucker on my own two feet.
But you know I never stumble or lag last.
I'm almost home so I better haul ass.
Tearin' up everything in sight.
It's a little crazy mutherfucker dodging the searchlight.
Now that chase, the shit, is done and
Four mutherfuckers goin' crazy with
A 100 Miles of Runnin'!
Outro:
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
Surprise, niggas

Ninety ninety mothafuckin' 1
NWA's back in this mothafuckin' yo
Takin' out all you commercicalized ass niggaz
And we're on this lay back track
And we're doin' this well kinda smooth
So what's you're gonna do Dre, Kick it!

It's so on le the shit flow on
Because I need somethin' to go off on
The mothafuckin' D-R-E servin' a death wish
So I'm a hit you like this
Early in the morning hop into the B-enz
I got 44 wayz of gettin' paid
Sittin' in my lap as I roll off the Compton blocks
To skoop up Ren I heard shots -
1 2 3, Then I see the nigga
Hop in de Benz and it was Ren on the mothafuckin' trigger
He got in the Benz and said
"Dre I was speakin' to de bitch O'shey" [Ice Cube]
And as we roll on I seen the patrol on crip
So we got ghost because they beat
Me and Ren in de black CE, yo,
Poppin' some funky shit by de D.O.C
I gotta get paid, paid in a hurry see
I gotta have it if I'm not paid fully
I start takin', makin' sure my shit is steady bumpin'
A nigga'z ALWAYZ INTO SOMETHIN'

I hear a dope beat
Somebody told me to buck dead
But if Dre did'nt do it I can't fuck with it
NWA is like a mix a fix a trix
Real niggaz with big dicks
You're takin' a chance when you think that
Talkin' under your breath won't lead to young death
Fuckin' up shit and shit by the killin'
For a nigga labled as bein' - A mothafuckin' Villain
But you don't know me, a record can't tell ya
I was so afraid I'd be a mothafuckin' faliure
Real niggaz got a hat-top breakin'
I hooked up with 3 more niggaz and started makin' -
Funky-ass shit for your system
Might sound nice so it makes you wanna listen to a
Sample of a ruthless organization
But you don't want the conferntation
Real niggaz don't play -
Yella, Eazy, Me and the nigga nigga Dre
Yo, alwayz makin' sure that my shit is steady bumpin'

Yeah, the world's most dangerous group
Definetly in this mothafucka
Sendin' a shout-out to all the niggaz out there
Yo you can get in the pick up and suck de dick up 'till you hick-up
You know what I'm sayin'
Yo, cuz I'm a nigga for life
And I realy don't give a fuck
I'm goin' for mine - Every time
I see a fuckin' softy -
Punk strong as coffee
A nigga like that best to back up off me
Yo, cuz these are the dayz and the times of de real nigga
False niggaz, NWA'z toss' niggaz
And that's on de real Cuz I'm a nigga that killz
Again and again so tell 'em what's up Ren

If i'm not no nothin' I don't feel like
So I grab de 9 n' de clip and go to murder mothafuckaz at night
Because I'm startin' to feel
I'm sittin' in a cell with a crimerz too tragic it could'nt make bail
So now they gotta hold me
And listen to rehabilizations over and over
Sayin' they told me
But I don't give a fuck cuz I know my shit is pumpin'
A nigga'z ALWAYZ INTO SOMETHIN'

I got a taste for waste and a taste and a blood
Murder, I heard her when she screamed the drop
'Coz her son caught the slug
Relate this to no choice
And listen to this straight-up man before they ban the voice

While I rhyme to the rhythm of a pop
Remember, the first brother to run is the first to get shot
Whoever said that what I say and portray is negativity
Need to come kick it in the city with me

And find the black and crack the fact
They take that back because they really can't deal with that
There's too many brothers that's tryin' to calm
If other people could get it, nobody wouldn't deal with it

Appetite for destruction
But before he decide to quit, he gotta commit
Murder in the first degree, a manslaughter
Takin' a life of his wife and young daughter

A whole city of women that be smokin' up
And the brothers is killin', it's straight loc-in' up
Whoever say what I'm sayin's for greed
The 9, even what they tryin' to feed, my appetite for destruction

You guys know who I'm talkin' to
Say what?

The appetite is tremendous, so I'm gonna spin this
[Incomprehensible] because they ask me to end this
Some trouble that I caught 'coz I was nosy
Some brother tried to take advantage because of the kamikaze

He took a swing from my hand, thought I was faded
Start runnin' for the door but it seems he never made it
The sound of the 9 went ***
And I don't care [Incomprehensible] 'coz it ain't no thing

'Coz I'm a brother you can't sleep on
So set the alarm because I hit and destroy like a bomb
I do damage with a 9 in my hand
But the average sucker that don't know me, don't understand

I'm from the streets, so therefore
You know I don't care for
A brother that ain't down with the real, real, real, real, yo
And that's the way to track out a flow, ain't even sober

At any time that the 9 wanna leave
I got a 38 hidden up the sleeve
And it's ready to go to war 'coz that's what it's here for
I shoot down a million suckers and shoot one more

And that's the million and one, they couldn't hang with the appetite
'Coz they wasn't rappin' right
So I had to destroy whoever was standin' in my presence
For interferin' with the essence, appetite for destruction

Cops put a hurt on your *** man, you know
They really degrade you, I suppose you don't believe s***
They don't believe in cops degrade you
Oh come on, those *** those people was resistin' arrest

Check it out, yo, in the house, yo
So I can show and flow and let the people know
So won't you ease on down to the Yellow Brick Road to Compton?
But first let me show you somethin'

I possess the 10 commandments of the hip hop brother
Known as the thief and murderer
First one, all abide brother with the attitude
Gotta give respect 'coz you know I'll break your neck

Second one, always gotta do it outta wedlock
I like it when it goes snack, crackle and pop
Number three, I'm a gangsta fanatic
I smoke any fools tryin' to cause some static

Number four, here's what's in store
A crazy young brother that remains hard core
Fifth one, my killin's just begun
I pulled out my gun, now that'll keep me on the run

Step six, hmm, it's kinda tricky
Can't forget that I'm one they call 'Quick'
To the ones who tries to play the E
By the time you reach 'Seven', you'll be 6 feet deep

Number eight, make no mistake
Move real slicky and you're bound to catch your prey
Ninth one, I gotta be raw
Get any brain once your man made law

Last but not least, I must be real
Number ten is my appetite to kill

I got a taste for waste and a taste and a blood
Murder, I heard her when she screamed the drop
'Coz her son caught the slug
Relate this to no choice
And listen to this straight-up man before they ban the voice

While I rhyme to the rhythm of a pop
Remember, the first brother to run is the first to get shot
Whoever said that what I say and portray is negativity
Need to come kick it in the city with me

And find the black and crack the fact
They take that back because they really can't deal with that
There's too many brothers that's tryin' to calm
If other people could get it, nobody wouldn't deal with it

Appetite for destruction
But before he decide to quit, he gotta commit
Murder in the first degree, a manslaughter
Takin' a life of his wife and young daughter

A whole city of women that be smokin' up
And the brothers is killin', it's straight loc-in' up
Whoever say what I'm sayin's for greed
The 9, even what they tryin' to feed, my appetite for destruction

You guys know who I'm talkin' to
Say what?

The appetite is tremendous, so I'm gonna spin this
[Incomprehensible] because they ask me to end this
Some trouble that I caught 'coz I was nosy
Some brother tried to take advantage because of the kamikaze

He took a swing from my hand, thought I was faded
Start runnin' for the door but it seems he never made it
The sound of the 9 went ***
And I don't care [Incomprehensible] 'coz it ain't no thing

'Coz I'm a brother you can't sleep on
So set the alarm because I hit and destroy like a bomb
I do damage with a 9 in my hand
But the average sucker that don't know me, don't understand

I'm from the streets, so therefore
You know I don't care for
A brother that ain't down with the real, real, real, real, yo
And that's the way to track out a flow, ain't even sober

At any time that the 9 wanna leave
I got a 38 hidden up the sleeve
And it's ready to go to war 'coz that's what it's here for
I shoot down a million suckers and shoot one more

And that's the million and one, they couldn't hang with the appetite
'Coz they wasn't rappin' right
So I had to destroy whoever was standin' in my presence
For interferin' with the essence, appetite for destruction

Cops put a hurt on your *** man, you know
They really degrade you, I suppose you don't believe s***
They don't believe in cops degrade you
Oh come on, those *** those people was resistin' arrest

Check it out, yo, in the house, yo
So I can show and flow and let the people know
So won't you ease on down to the Yellow Brick Road to Compton?
But first let me show you somethin'

I possess the 10 commandments of the hip hop brother
Known as the thief and murderer
First one, all abide brother with the attitude
Gotta give respect 'coz you know I'll break your neck

Second one, always gotta do it outta wedlock
I like it when it goes snack, crackle and pop
Number three, I'm a gangsta fanatic
I smoke any fools tryin' to cause some static

Number four, here's what's in store
A crazy young brother that remains hard core
Fifth one, my killin's just begun
I pulled out my gun, now that'll keep me on the run

Step six, hmm, it's kinda tricky
Can't forget that I'm one they call 'Quick'
To the ones who tries to play the E
By the time you reach 'Seven', you'll be 6 feet deep

Number eight, make no mistake
Move real slicky and you're bound to catch your prey
Ninth one, I gotta be raw
Get any brain once your man made law

Last but not least, I must be real
Number ten is my appetite to kill