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Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes When I'm called off, I got a sawed off Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off You too, boy, if ya fuck with me The police are gonna hafta come an |
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| 4:32 |
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Break me]
[Shit..] [Yo..] Just waking up in the morning gotta thank God I don’t know but today seems kinda odd No barking from the dogs no smog And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog I got my grub on but didn’t pig out Finally got a call from a girl wanna dig out Hooked it up on later as I hit the do’ Thinking will i live another twenty fo’ I gotta go cause I got me a drop top And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop Had to stop at a red light Looking in my mirror not a jacker in sight And everything is alright I got a beep from Kim and she can fuck all night Called up the homies and I’m askin y’all Which court, are y’all playin basketball? Get me on the court and I’m trouble Last week fucked around and got a triple double Freaking brothers everyway like M.J. I can’t believe, today was a good day Drove to the pad and hit the showers Didn’t even get no static from the cowards Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me Saw the police and they rolled right past me No flexin, didn’t even look in a niggaz direction as I ran the intersection Went to $hort Dog’s house, they was watchin Yo! MTV Raps What’s the haps on the craps Shake em up, shake em up, shake em up, shake em Roll em in a circle of niggaz and watch me break em With the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven Seven even back do’ Joe I picked up the cash flow Then we played bones, and I’m yellin domino and now i am yelling dominoes Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A. Today was a good day Left my niggaz house paid Picked up a girl been tryin to fuck since the twelve grade It’s ironic, I had the brew she had the chronic The Lakers beat the Supersonics I felt on the big fat fanny Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punanny And my dick runs deep so deep so deep put her ass to sleep Woke her up around one she didn’t hesitate, to call Ice Cube the top gun Drove her to the pad and I’m coasting Took another sip of the potion hit the three-wheel motion I was glad everything had worked out Dropped her ass off, then I chirped out Today was like one of those fly dreams Didn’t even see a berry flashing those high beams No helicopter looking for a murder Two in the morning got the fat burger Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp And it read Ice Cube’s a pimp Drunk as hell but no throwing up Half way home and my pager still blowing up Today I didn’t even have to use my A.K. I got to say it was a good day. Hey wait, wait a minute fool Stop the shit What the fuck am I thinking about? |
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| 4. |
| 3:58 |
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Verse One:
Up early in the morning, dressed in black Don't ask why? 'Cause I'm down in a suit and tie They killed a homie that I went to school with (Damn!) I tell ya life ain't shit to fool with I still hear the screams of his mother While my nigga laid dead in the gutter (Shit!) And it's getting to my temple Why is that the only time black folks get to ride in a limo? It makes me so mad I want to get my sawed-off And have some bodies hauled off But no, I pay my respects and I'm through (whaddup Cube?) Hug my crew, and maybe shed a tear or two And I wanna get blitz Grab my 40 ounce and then I reminisce About a brother who had to be the one and only So I dedicate this to my dead homiez... Verse Two: Another homie got murdered on a shakedown {three gun shots} And his mother is at the funeral, havin' a nervous breakdown Two shots hit him in the face when they blasted {two gun shots} A framed picture and a closed casket A single file line about 50 cars long All drivin' slow with they lights on He got a lot of flowers and a big wreath What good is that when you're six feet deep? I look at that shit and gotta think to myself And thank God for my health 'Cause nobody really ever know When it's gonna be they family on the front row So I take everything slow, go with the flow Shut my motherfuckin' mouth if I don't know(Word!) 'Cause that's what Pops told me But I wish he could have said it...to my dead homiez Verse Three: I remember we painted our names on the wall for fun Now it's "Rest in Peace" after every one Except me, but I ain't the one to front Seems like I'm viewin' a body after every month Plus, I knew him when he was yea big Pour beer on the curb before I take a swig But somethin' ain't right And it's a tragedy, that's the only time that the family's tight Lovin' each other in a caring mood There's lots of people and lots of food They say "Be Strong" and you're tryin' But how strong can you be when you see your Pops cryin'? So that's why Ice Cube's dressed up Because the city is so fuckin' messed up And everybody is so phony Take a little time...to think about your dead homiez. |
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| 5. |
| 4:14 |
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God damn, the bigger the cap the bigger the peelin
And when dealin with the Lench Mob you gots to know Steady Mobbin is not just the name of this jam, but a way of life Bound together by motherfuckers that's known to break em off somethin, give it to me Four or five niggaz in a mothership Better known as a goose and we all wanna smother shit Bent, front and back glass got tint Tryin to get our hands on some dollars and cents And fools can't hold us Every chance we get, we hittin up the rollers Comin up short of the green guys And I might start slangin bean pies Or the bootleg t-shirt of the month With "U Can't Touch This" on the front I'm bout to get rich Cause life ain't nuttin but money and fuck a bitch They drop like dominoes And if you didn't know, Ice Cube got drama hoes So after the screwin I bust a nut and get up and put on my white Ewings I'm out the do' All you might get is a rubber on the floor Cause I'm ready to hit the road like Mario Andretti Bitch, cause I'm steady mobbin Bustin caps in the mix Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six Cause I'm gettin major Fuck Pac Tel, move to Sky Pager Told all my friends Don't drink 8 Ball, cause St. Ide's is givin ends Fools get drunk and wanna compete Slapboxin in the street Niggaz get mad, tempers are flarin cause they got a few bitches starin Just for the nappy heads But scandalous bitches, make for happy Feds I'm making my duty to cuss em out, cause I just don't trust em And if you tell on me I'm bombin on Betty Bitch shoulda known I was steady mobbin Since one-time so hot Got me a stash spot in my hooptie for the glock And I'm rollin on rims Eating soul food, and neckbones from M&M's Grumblin like a motherfucker Greasy-ass lips, now I gots to take a shit Saw Sir Jinx bailin' When I hit a left, I moved felon, 'Whattup loc?' Don't you know that niggaz get smoked That take they life for a joke, get in nigga I take you to the pad zoom Went to mom's house and dropped a load in the bathroom Jumped back in my low rider Comin out feelin about ten pounds lighter Went to Bone's house so I can get the gat Looking for the place where all the hoes kick it at Lench Mob ain't nuttin but tramps But hoes lickin us like stamps One fool brought the music for the yams But Ice Cube had more amps, get in bitch Cause I had the jam on And I don't want to hear shit about a tampon Give me the nappy and make me happy The hoe said 'Pappy could you slap me on the ass hard and fast and could please try not to leave a gash?' I said yeah, but I don't play sex When I'm putting on the latex Slipped on the condom Fucked around and dropped the bomb son And it came out sort of like confetti In for the night, no longer steady mobbin |
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| 4:28 |
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| 7. |
| 5:01 |
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Microphone check I.O. from the west coast beller and tella I cuss like a sella when you see her shes a gonna Moved to California blew the bitch up put the gangsta twist on Her sunny southern cal it never snows Niggas yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin out of 64's When it comes to the gun play we vets It's west coast foe life no crew only sets (Ice cube) It's the dog breathen through the smog I'm a hog of this gangster shit Don of the click All you suckas want to dis the pacific But you buster niggas never get specific Used to love her mad cause we fucked Her pussy whipped bitch with no common sense Hip Hop started in the west Ice Cube bailin' through the east without a vest (W.C) Now as I look to my riznight and to my left I see motherfuckers staring like they wanna step So I'm grabin' my rusty screw driver In case I got to cut ya deeper than Vanessa Del Rio's Vagina Finda notha crew of niggas that can fuck with this Lyrical bully given verbal bruises to crews fool You must be on dick dope and dynamite How you figure speed on before you get peed on nigga (Mack 10) Fool what side is you Red or the blue While as the L.A. zoo it's round two I ignite grab the mic tight strike like a ratle bring Rhymes and nines to the mutherfuckin battle So sun down to sun up run up with my gun up All brakes get to pumpin' They know a nigga dumpin' You dred like a rasta when I lock like a terrier Mack 10 the nigga with the heat that i'll berry ya (Ice Cube) Oh ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die Niggas into gangs thangs and narcotics Freak bitches riches and hydrolics Pull heat knock you off yo feet Clear thewhole block both sides of the street Even crips and bloods hear my thuds Fee fy foe fum a nigga where you from "Westside" (W.C.) Fuck all you niggas I'm yellin' This is maad circle to the fullest everybody 187um Toons play the piano fuck a battle I'm socking rappers like mad man Sontiago 'Cause you niggas ain't impressin' me plus you singin' big red records So nigga fuck what you tellin' me Sit down Jr. you couldn't see me if you wanted to Look ya'll it Mack 10,Cube and the double you (Mack 10) I just had a scrap fo the neighborhood inglewood sterotype Got to deal with the hype Known to kick back with the fat sack fuck that Where my gat at nigga trippin off my bulls hat About to let loose with the chrome tray dude 5 shots And I put holes in yo Bandana I push a Benz you still rollin' Gs So nigga miss me with the set trip And start slangin' keys (Ice Cube) When I say itchy citchy Niggas get bitchy bitchy cause they heard of ah Natural born murderah I'm like Frankenstein is spankin' time Layin' in the sunshine With only one nine Now who wants to bust with the never rust Goin' platinum plus every time I cuss So fuck the whole world black niggas Better hope I don't grow my jeri curl back (W.C.) Steper murderah stepin' out a Chevrolet Sportin' a beenie like Marvin Gaye Stalkin' walkin' in my big black chuck's Standin' t'all in your freestyle session holdin' my balls I'm peepin' game like a ref in '95 'Cause niggas be foul and biten other niggas styles But if you're biten this you better bring a dentist 'Cause sucking these balls ah give yo ass lock jaws (Mack 10) Which way shall I go nigga what should I do Should I bang with the red should I truce with the blue Should I rock dope beats grab the mic and stay down Or should I shoot out of town and flip this pound Shit I never knew that my nuts ah get bigger Checkin' major figures I'm hangin with platinum niggas It's Mack 10 and I'm inglewood swangin No time fo bangin' But still got my cackeys hangin' (Ice Cube) Fuck one love it's the bloody glove killin' honkey hoes Leaving blood stains on Broncos In a Hertz rental I drive on the 405 Is he dead or alive Motherfuckin court took another snort Jumpin' over chairs as I run through the airport So I can catch a flight away from the drama Number 32 chillin' in the Bahamas (W.C.) Sucky ducky quack niggas ain't knowin' how to act Sucka ducks play the back Nigga use to dis now it's turning around and like Brandy Motherfuckers wanna be down With this west coast rap game I can give a fuck If you wasn't down at first you can buck these nuts Transformers get stole on boom (BOOOM) Get the picture killa cali home of the body bags nigga Westside (x2 |
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| 8. |
| 3:31 |
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(ICE CUBE)
Tha world is mine nigga get back Dont fuck with my stack the gage is racked About to drop the bomb Iam tha motherfuckin don Big fish in a small pond Now tha feds wanna throw the book at the crook but I shook they worm and they hook Guppies hold they breath they wanna miss me when Iam tipsey Runnin everything WEST of the Mississippi Its the unseen pullin strings wit my pinky ring We got your woman so pucker up FO we fuck her up Bow down before I make a phone call Got 25 niggaz runnin up on ya'll Fo the cheese we want them keys Everybody freeze on ya knees butt naked please Before any of you guppies get heart Nigga rewind my part and....(Bow Down) (MACK 10) I take ten steps and I draw Now who's dissin the mad ass Inglewood addition I bust like a pimple my mind is illmental The Westside connects with me and south central And a drag from tha zig zag cant fuck with the Philly's Holdin down tha wild west like a kid they call Billy Once again it's Mack 10 the gold crown holda Strong as a Coca-Cola with a crome pistola Now who wanna fuss so I can buss when I cuss My look bring you fear with gear deom the Surplus Since a teen I chased tha green the crack scene king- Lolos Cornishes and Bagguetts on my peices So reconize these real G's take the cheese The WESTSIDE CONNECTION keep it rollin like gold D's Three Wheelin and Dealin is like tha California style But in tha mean while in my town you got to BOW --Hook-- Bow Down when you come to my town Bow down when we west-ward bound cuz we aint no haters like you Bow Down to some nigga's that's greater than you --End Hook-- (W.C.) Well it's that chuck wearin still sportin a beanie the shadiest nigga in the click who want to see me as I slide my locs on let my khakis hang WESTSIDE CONNECT gang bing bing bang run away run away or get yo punk ass sprayed by this H double O to D to the S.T.A fuck hidin it iam gang related simple and plain which means I culd give a fuck about you nigga's in the rap game Flashy nigga's get stuck up beat the fuck up when you come around keep your chain tucked from this zero zero's affiliated fuck a studio lyricist I'm real with this talk the talk walk the walk Dis me on WAX and Iam tryin to saw your whole fuckin head off nigga I'm platium bond so bitch shut up punk all yahh Could kiss my converse like sh'o nuff.... --Hook-- (ICE CUBE)--Spoken (Yea lemme tell you sumthin) (gangsta's make the world go round) (you aint gotta clown) (But if you livin on tha WEST SIDE of yo town) (Make them other fool's BOW DOWN) |
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| 9. |
| 4:14 |
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<i>[Intro: Ice Cube]</i>
Hey, living in a California cage--ya'll trying to study me Gangbangin' a never die--it's too much love You always gonna get niggas like us, you know what I mean God damn--how many more motherfuckin' penatentaries ya'll gonna build How many jars you gonna try to put us in You know what I'm saying Killa county is a state, murda <i>[repeat 4X]</i> <i>[Ice Cube]</i> Can't none of ya'll niggas fuck with none of these niggas These triggas we's killas (hahaha) Sittin' on the porch in between legs Wit a bitch French braiding my head Leave 'em til they matted forearm tatted What's the Connection bitch you looking at it It don't stop I hit mo' licks than it Takes to get to the center (once, two, three) of a blow pop And it's gonna take a miracle To drive a car this color down Imperial Yeah, I got heart but ain't trying to see Marcia Clark (Punk ass nigga) So let's wait till it get dark So many foe's walk in my ?? It's like the international, house of pancakes All on the grass, every bitch passed A first not last, when we all hit the ass Doin' tricks jacked up like a six (what) One Pussy, and thirteen dicks Gangsta's don't dance we boogie (ahhh) Niggas run out and get ya cookie <i>[Westside]</i> Killa county is a state, murda <i>[repeat 4X]</i> <i>[W.C.]</i> Who's that dumpin' out that window hoo riding (westsiide) Nobody survives when I got my steel up Throwing my shit up pulling the trigga What the fuck you lookin' at nigga <i>[whistle]</i> True blue when I bust Leavin' bodies hangin' like the tongue of my chucks Chalk another one, homicidal in the G ride I swear I'm killing every nigga standing outside Letting 'em have it With my double barrel sawed off I'm smoking everybody nigga bitches and all Stretch 'em out in broad daylight muthafuck the witnesses Eyes big as golf balls from the funny cigarette <i>[haha]</i> As the sun frowns on my forehead I sweat murder which makes me a walking dead man Man bringing more bad news than shlepp rock When I bust shots W.C. keep the hammer cocked The gangsta, the killa, and the dope deala <i>[repeat 4X]</i> <i>[Mack 10]</i> What's crackin Well, it's the nigga that's housin' the scene I got pounds of green and birds sittin' on the triple beams I put it down on and off the record my flats a Double decker, marble floors all checkered Now what can I say every bitch I lay be pure and Bombay like Peruvian yae So I brag and I boast man I got the most, man I make more deliveries than the postman My homie Carlito plug me with the amigos an Now it's kilos five and six double zeros Now what's next I'm stuck like a Kotex Blindin' niggas with the buggas in my Rolex With my aces o-t on a regular basis We got pauveted faces fightin' federal cases Cause ain't nothin' reala' than niggas gettin' they scrilla Like a gangsta, a killa But Mack I'll be the dope deala Killa county is a state, murda <i>[repeat 4X]</i> The gangsta the killa and the dope deala (murda) <i>[repeat 8X]</i> Damn it's a trip, all these cameras goin up I cant go here, I can't go there I feel institutionalized And i'm on the street |
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| 4:43 |
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[Ice Cube]
Speak on it my nigga, speak on it (and my heat go) Chorus: Only in California Where niggaz pull heat and run up on ya (get your grind on) Only in California (California) Where niggaz pull heat and run up ya (run up on ya) Ice Cube the mutherfuckin don Snoop Doggy Dogg a.k.a. Tha Doggfather Mack 10 alias the Chicken Hawk Gangstas with rules Cause youse the niggaz with no rules ain't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose Threw his ass in, he feel the fin of the baracuda I negotiate Mack is the shooter You the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney We break breads with accountants and attorneys Currency never worry me (never) Who's got the balls to murder me Degree higher than a 33 Tell em what you drank (Hennessy) Never tell em what you thinkin Never tell em where the body stankin Fuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, bankin Franklin what you thankin Hope your man come with the ransom Let me see you dance on, no longer handsome If you don't drop off than walk off, watch him, watch him Chorus [Snoop Doggy Dogg] Them westcoast niggaz is real set trippas WWill get you for them zippas, on a quest for them chippas Slidin while we ridin, not even hittin switches Hangin at the high school gettin at them young bitches I got the dove sacks, homies love that (who got the bud) where the bud at, hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out Hangin at my grandmama house, homie burnt out What you gonna do when you get out of jail (speak on it) I'm gonna have some fun What do you consider fun a ounce and about five hun So I put him on a move that I know about Hooked him with a homegirl from the South (good lookin out) Money made, plug a playa in the game Especially when he represent the same thing I claim Damn they don't make niggaz like they used to That's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce deuce (that's real) Cause everybody wanna be a star in the city of dope, a.k.a. caviar Chorus [Mack 10] What have we a house full of cavi (no stress) Well known ridas from different sides of the West Got the hi-zoes lickin up so hard we stickin up niggaz Tired of the bullshit so we clicken up Nigga please we ain't trippin off C's and B's It's the Westside Connect with the DPG's For the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab always cappin, Mack, Cube and Snoop rappin Now how did that happen it's all good (fool) So peep game If you could Snoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood Now you despise cause it came to yo surprise Two well known enemies now becoming allies In Californ-I-A we parlay the G way Some wear red and black and some sport blue and grey So gangsta's don't dance we hang boogie and bang So it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang Chorus [Ice Cube] There we have it, Ice motherfuckin Cube The big fish, rollin with the atomic dog Snoop Doggy Dogg, down with the ring leader Mack motherfuckin 10, coming back once again Nigga we make and spend nigga and my heat goes boom boom boom boom boom boom |
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| 4:05 |
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[Mack 10, Kurupt & Dat Nigga Daz]
(Blaze up) (Oh yeah) World wide, west side Yo Mack 10 with The Dogg Pound Yeah, and the hits don't stop (Sucker) (Nothing but the cavi) Hey, Daz (Sup) Check this out, dog [Mack 10] Now when I come to y'all hood, y'all watch my back And when ya come to Inglewood I'm a front you a sack So we can grind and get away with the cash like a caper Cause it ain't about the set-trip, it's all about the paper Made the poverty cease, on the rise like yeast A parvay lex piece, and I keep my khaki's creased Mack 10 is the lick, and ya know what my set be Connect gang from the west, nigga, where the best be [Dat Nigga Daz] It ain't no questions asked You down to blast for me? Down to ride for me? Down to die for me? I come through for these sucker-ass niggas who rep Come creeping up on shorty slowly, show him death Pull out the Mack 90 automatic for static Blast a couple of niggas, leave em all panicked We swerve and hit the curb, smoke some herb We came up too much, and too tough, and too grub [Kurupt] We in the war zone, Where the war's on Where ya gun, nigga? Show em where you're from, nigga Riding-ass young nigga Arsenal equipped, hot enough to scorch With the double fours on the hip rolling with the force He's out to catch a body Talking, but I thought this was a gangsta party Now he's walking around smarter Now he's about to see, talking about who's jumping I'm about to get the pump to pumping and start dumping on something [Chorus: Mack 10 (Dat Nigga Daz) {Kurupt}] Fuck you over there (Party over here) {And if you want to trip, we got the straps near} Cause niggas like us do platinum every year (And if I ruled this sphere) {Your shit'd disappear} Now everybody in the house, throw your dubs in the air And wave em all around like ya just don't care We're riding dope, so, nigga, act like ya savvy Mack 10 and the Pound, dog, cooking nothing but the cavi [Mack 10] I'm serving niggas like a host with the pound so take a toast Dog, this west coast and our shit bump the most Cause vine to vine I swing through the woods of Ingle And everything I make, fuck around and be a single From the who banging hit, to the yes, yes, y'alls Now all down my halls, got plaques on my walls We might slow the roll, sit back and still kick it But the shit don't stop till we hit a meal ticked [Dat Nigga Daz] I'll be god damned I'm in it for a meal ticket And the goal's successful I don't know who to prove a show Usual swerve a corner and hit a block back-to-back Y'all don't know us like that, Where the gang-banger's hang at They "Daz, are you a rider?" I reply "Boy, hell yeah, I'm a rider!" From the east side of Long Beach to the west side of Inglewood On a cash mission bailing hood to hood [Kurupt] Once upon a time in the early stages of my life, sacrifice, I feel like loose-shaking niggas like dice Forever in the day Say what you say On the mic I display, Philly to L.A. I've been all over from Crenshaw and Impearl To 108th, I'm sure Mack got my back, It's all about mashing, cashing heat in the stash When you're in the neighborhood of assassins What you say? [Chorus] [Dat Nigga Daz (Mack 10)] What do you consider fun? (Pass the bomb, pass the bomb) All day night, and all night long When you wake up in the morning And you start to yawn All day night, and all night long See'mon, see'mon (Yeah, dub S.C.G. D.P.G.C. Ha ha ha, Take a picture, trick Take a picture, trick Take a picture, trick It might make ya rich Bitch) Death Row |
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| 12. |
| 4:32 |
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Ice cube:
Here's another day at the stoplight I'm lookin in my mirror so I can see who can see me South central is puttin ice cube to the test With four brothas in the ss Now, I can't go around and can't back up So I gotta peep game layin in the cut Is this a jack or a kidnap? Since I'm never ever slippin I'm fully strapped I grab my gat out the glove Do these fools got a problem with me, or do they got love? And when the light turn green, I don't bone out I wanna see, what these black men are all about Cuz if it's my time, I'm just short If not, I'm pluggin they super sport First they get behind my ride Then they switch lanes to the left side I'm scopin out the one smokin indo' Comin up fast, rollin down his window He threw up a sign, I put away my nine Fool, cuz I'm color blind Threat: Killa cali, the state where they kill Over colors cuz brothas don't know the deal And they'll cap you, not if they have to But if they want to, first they might confront you But every nigga on my block can't stop And he won't stop and he don't stop Not to the bang bang boogie, but they like to gangbang And rookies ain't the only ones that drop Some say the little locs are gettin a little too loc'ed And when it comes to dust, they kick up the most Say the wrong words then whistle down the street to your homies like a bird Bust a u-turn, come back and get served, nigga For the women, it don't matter how loud they blouse get But wearin the wrong color outfit, could get your mouth split It's a shame, but it ain't no thang to me Cuz I slang these thangs like a g It's on, is anybody killin for the summertime I gotta get another nine, even though I'm colorblind Kam: I'm fresh outta county on bail And no sooner do I get out, seems like I'm right back in jail For some gang related activity Cuz everyday, different fools try to get with me For no more than a color or territory Can't rehabilitate 'em, that's the sheriff's story So what's left, the judge goes deaf When you try to tell your side and you ain't blue eyed Boy you better duck, cuz the book is comin' And just hand your car keys over to your woman Because it ain't no sunshine where you headed And the shit'll drive you crazy if you let it But now I got time to think Because they hit me with everything but the kitchen sink And I ain't even shed a tear Cuz believe it or not, they got more love for me here Now picture that, but on a black and white photograph Cuz brothas, you don't know the half On the streets I was damn near outta my mind But ever since I've been down, I'm colorblind WC: Now here's the game plan, yo, at a quarter to nine I was told to peel a cap on the other side Yo, young and dumb and full of come up, a baby loc I gotta put in work for the hood and that ain't no joke Coolio: Stable and able but I'm not ready and willin' Cuz I'm only 13 and I ain't never did a killin' Grabbed the a.k. and jumped in the g ride Started up the bucket and headed for the other side Wc: Yo, spotted the enemies, now I'm on a creep tip Hit the 5 dollar stick and I put in my clip Coolio: So, I jumped out the car and no matter what the cost I had my mind set on sendin niggaz to harrisons ross Wc: Caught one from the back and I looked in his eyes Thinkin should I peel his cap, or should I let him survive Yo, I'm trapped in the plan designed by the other kind Coolio: I ain't contributin' to genocide (why? ) Cuz I was colorblind King Tee: Niggaz in the hood ain't changed And I've finally figure out that we're not in the same gang Cuz, I walk the alleys of compton with nowhere to turn Every which way I get burned baby Lou wears blue, big fred wears red Put 'em together and we color 'em dead Dead, dyin, gettin smoked like part of the fun They get smoked just to show how many come to the funeral J-dee(lench mob): I understand how all my homeboys feel Cuz I've been shot and to this day, I pack my steel Cuz I was born in a certain territory Where you don't talk only the streets tell stories With blue and red bandanas on the street And if you're slippin, you'll be six feet deep Cuz me and t-bone, we pay it no mind And for the rest of the mob, we stay color blind... |
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| 4:10 |
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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] |
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We want eazy!
Well, clap ya hands then-come on Clap ya hands everybody Clap ya hands, come on, come on Put ya hands together and clap 'em Now can y'all say Eazy Come on, say it EAZ-Y Everybody come on, EAZ-Y... People from everywhere gather around Checkin' out the sound that Eazy is throwin' down With some help from Ren and Dre Makin' a way with dope style Yo Eazy, what ya gotta say A miracle of modern creation Eazy E's on the set Hyped up with the bass And a little bit of what ya love From a brother who's smooth like a criminal I mean subliminal Otherwise known as a villain Because I'm ruthless When I spot a sucka, I kill 'em But most I think know not to deal with me Yo, it's obvious, tell 'em who you came to see EAZ-Y... Yeah 'cuz this is the way I know you like it So you won't strike it I took it and I hyped it And now that it's done, I know ya pleased At how the E just duz it with ease Just imagine a crowd screamin', a girl dreamin' Just to get a picture of me 'n' my B-O-Y-Z From the H-double-O-D N.W.A., down with me Strong 'n' I'm ragin' Turn the page 'n' See I'm not a son of a gun I'm a gauge 'n' Nuthin' can avoid this shot 'cause it's hittin' It's so cool when you touch it, wear a mitten I'm comin' off raw into ya speaker Makin' the suckas on the street feel weaker But most I think know not to deal with me Yo, it's obvious, tell 'em who you came to see EAZ-Y... Aw, never, I'm just too clever So, in fact, that no one can sever A blow from a maniac and yo, I make it clear So a register is all I hear Money overturned, then I jet To make another hit, for you to go and get Record stores sold out because you love it Another example of how Eazy duz it EAZ-Y We want Eazy... Check it out! Funny Jokes Back To Search Browse All Lyrics Voting: Rating: 3.3 7 votes Rate this song! Eazy-E! Vote for Eazy-E! Other songs by Eazy-E |
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Ninety ninety mothafuckin' 1 NWA's back in this mothafuckin' yo Takin' out all you commercicalized ass niggaz And we're on this lay back track And we're doin' this well kinda smooth So what's you're gonna do Dre, Kick it! It's so on le the shit flow on Because I need somethin' to go off on The mothafuckin' D-R-E servin' a death wish So I'm a hit you like this Early in the morning hop into the B-enz I got 44 wayz of gettin' paid Sittin' in my lap as I roll off the Compton blocks To skoop up Ren I heard shots - 1 2 3, Then I see the nigga Hop in de Benz and it was Ren on the mothafuckin' trigger He got in the Benz and said "Dre I was speakin' to de bitch O'shey" [Ice Cube] And as we roll on I seen the patrol on crip So we got ghost because they beat Me and Ren in de black CE, yo, Poppin' some funky shit by de D.O.C I gotta get paid, paid in a hurry see I gotta have it if I'm not paid fully I start takin', makin' sure my shit is steady bumpin' A nigga'z ALWAYZ INTO SOMETHIN' I hear a dope beat Somebody told me to buck dead But if Dre did'nt do it I can't fuck with it NWA is like a mix a fix a trix Real niggaz with big dicks You're takin' a chance when you think that Talkin' under your breath won't lead to young death Fuckin' up shit and shit by the killin' For a nigga labled as bein' - A mothafuckin' Villain But you don't know me, a record can't tell ya I was so afraid I'd be a mothafuckin' faliure Real niggaz got a hat-top breakin' I hooked up with 3 more niggaz and started makin' - Funky-ass shit for your system Might sound nice so it makes you wanna listen to a Sample of a ruthless organization But you don't want the conferntation Real niggaz don't play - Yella, Eazy, Me and the nigga nigga Dre Yo, alwayz makin' sure that my shit is steady bumpin' Yeah, the world's most dangerous group Definetly in this mothafucka Sendin' a shout-out to all the niggaz out there Yo you can get in the pick up and suck de dick up 'till you hick-up You know what I'm sayin' Yo, cuz I'm a nigga for life And I realy don't give a fuck I'm goin' for mine - Every time I see a fuckin' softy - Punk strong as coffee A nigga like that best to back up off me Yo, cuz these are the dayz and the times of de real nigga False niggaz, NWA'z toss' niggaz And that's on de real Cuz I'm a nigga that killz Again and again so tell 'em what's up Ren If i'm not no nothin' I don't feel like So I grab de 9 n' de clip and go to murder mothafuckaz at night Because I'm startin' to feel I'm sittin' in a cell with a crimerz too tragic it could'nt make bail So now they gotta hold me And listen to rehabilizations over and over Sayin' they told me But I don't give a fuck cuz I know my shit is pumpin' A nigga'z ALWAYZ INTO SOMETHIN' |
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This is to listen to, so ask not a question
Not to be taken as a simple suggestion But a warning, to whom it may concern If knowledge is the key, then I think it's time you learn For there is not the problem So leaders are acknowledged, I don't follow them I turn into another degree And find the D-O to the C and growing like a tree and Causing much destruction cause I'm crushing Complimented much, yeah, but never blushing Hard like a criminal, and I'm subliminal In my own right I'm dope cause it's original Funky, unmistakibly so When the vocals are done, then you know It's all a matter of setting a date For America's most complete artist, but wait Make sure that you keep the facts in mind Don't mess with The Great, cause the D.O.C. is like a nine With a voice, telling you the bullet's direction I'm talking murder, but that's another section I need to explain by keeping my composure There's no jerking a sucker when he knows your Nothing but a villian, and you'll kill him So he's in fear, but there ain't no need in spilling Your guts to a nut, no, I am not your equal Meaning your equivalent, I'm all like heaven sent I got it together so clever no one could sever Remember this forever No one can do it better (Repeat 3x) Knowledge is the key, and hard work is the fee For me to be The Great at the start and remain to be A threat, til the opposition is warned As long as a song, cause I was born With instincts to kill, a grave mentality Over the edge and you say you want to battle me? At your own risk, approach and be hosted And in the end you may win or be roasted But seeing that it's part of a game, you think if you hang Close to The One and you'll claim, but that's lame And I'm "Damn, another loser" Without an apology, so next time I'm a use a Little more force to get the message across It's the D.O.C. on the boss Creating, demonstrate some realate to easy listening But here's a christening of what you've been missing An exhibition, a hip-hop introduction Smooth lyrical gab and I do the conducting Drop it on a rhytm, suckers face it But new to the masses, it's like I'm starting classes Better bet I understand the direction That I'm going, in fact when I'm flowing The news is a constant change from one minute to the next I'm different cause I always show flex And it's essential, that's why I got it together To the letter and No one can do it better (Repeat 3x) I need to make it understood, the D.O.C. is not a hood Not at all, even though I carry a weapon when I'm stepping I'm not a murderer, not in the sense that you're a customer I buy in the system with suckers smoothly bust them Opposition is taken and that's a quote from the D.O.C. And the Doctor cause this ain't no joke So if you smile, here's the outcome: Your teeth are gone, your mouth is numb Don't get involved, unless you're willing To risk murder by mic when they're illing You gotta be weary, watch for caution, yo be warned By Dre and out the project born Capable in any and every Cause yo I get heavy, when introduced to a medly Such is the case before the bass started womping I had to hook it up with the boys from Compton Searched and found the sound and accepted The job of making L.A. well respected Of course with the help of the gang that's Ruthless Peace to the homies as I do what I mean and MC Ren is in the house, Ice Cube is definitely in the house DJ Yella teach Yella cold with the hoes And Eazy E is stupid chilling cause he knows, yo No matter who's badder I'll be the dopest forever By kicking lyrics so clever that No one can do it better (Repeat 5x) Time is dedicated to say peace to the homeboys My homie Laylaw, MC Ren, Ice Cube, Eazy E DJ Yella, Fresh K, MC Smooth, my homie T-Low And of course without a doubt, the one and only My DJ Dr. D-R-E most definitely in the house Peace to those homies and I'm outta here |
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<i><b>Roger Troutman</b></i>
<a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California">California</a> love California knows how to party California knows how to party In the city of <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Los_Angeles" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Los Angeles">LA</a> In the city of good old Watts In the city, the city of <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Compton" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Compton">Compton</a> We keep it rocking We keep it rocking <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west A state that's untouchable like Eliot Ness The track hits your eardrum like a slug to your chest Pack a vest for your jimmy in the city of sex We in that sunshine state with a bomb-ass hemp beat The state where you never find a dancefloor empty And pimps be on a mission for them greens Lean, mean, money-making machines serving fiends I been in the game for ten years making rap tunes Ever since honeys was wearing Sassoon Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me Diamonds shining; looking like I robbed Liberace It's all good from <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/San_Diego" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/San Diego">Diego</a> to the Bay Your city is the bomb if your city making pay Throw up a finger if you feel the same way Dre putting it down for California California (California) knows how to party (knows how to party) California (West Coast) knows how to party (yes they do) In the city of LA (city of LA) In the city of good old Watts (good old Watts) In the city, the city of Compton (city of Compton, yeah) We keep it rocking (keep it rocking) We keep it rocking Shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it Shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, mama Shake it, Cali (shake it, Cali) Shake it, shake it, baby (that's right...) Shake it, shake it, baby, baby Shake it, shake it, mama Shake it, Cali <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Out on bail, fresh out of jail, California dreaming Soon as I stepped on the scene I'm hearing hoochies screamin' Fiending for money and alcohol The life of a Westside player, where cowards die And it's all war Only in Cali where we riot, not rally to live and die In LA we wearing Chucks, not Ballys (that's right...) Dressed in locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do Flossing but have caution; we collide with other crews Famous 'cause we programme worldwide Let them recognize from <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Long_Beach" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Long Beach">Long Beach</a> to Rosecrans Bumping and grinding like a slow jam, it's Westside So you know <a href="/Category:Label/Death_Row_Records" title="Category:Label/Death Row Records">The Row</a> won't bow down to no man Say what you say But give me that bomb beat from Dre Let me serenade the streets of LA From <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Oakland" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Oakland">Oakland</a> to <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Sacramento" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Sacramento">Sac-Town</a> The Bay Area and back down Cali is where they put they mack down Give me love California knows how to party California knows how to party In the city of LA (South Central) In the city of good old Watts (that's right) In the city, the city of Compton We keep it rocking We keep it rocking (Yeah, yeah, now make it shake) Shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, shake it, baby Shake it, shake it, mama Shake it, Cali (shake it, Cali) Shake it, shake it, baby (shake it, Cali) Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, mama (West Coast) Shake it Cali... <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> ...Yeah... Long Beach in the house... yeah. Oaktown; Oakland definitely in the house... <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/San_Francisco" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/San Francisco">'Frisco</a>, 'Frisco <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Hey, you know LA up in this <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Pasadena" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Pasadena">Pasadena</a>, where you at? Yeah, Inglewood, Inglewood always up to no good <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Even <a href="/Category:Hometown/United_States/California/Hollywood" title="Category:Hometown/United States/California/Hollywood">Hollywood</a> trying to get a piece, baby <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> Sacramento, Sacramento, where you at? Yeah <i><b>2Pac</b></i> Throw it up, y'all, throw it up, throw it up, I can't see you |
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Intro:
Yeah, whattup, this is Dr. Dre The party's goin on Thank God it's Friday ["Buck buck buck buck booyaka shan!" - KRS One" repeat 4X] Chorus: Keep their headz ringin (ding ding dong ring-gading ding ding dong) repeat 2X Verse One: [Hey you, sittin over there] Say what? [You better get up out of your chair] That's right [And work your body down] Yeahhh... [No time to funk around, cause we gon....] Funk, you, right on up So get up, get a move on, and get your groove on It's the D-R-E the spectacular In a party I go for your neck so call me Blackula As I drain a niggaz jugular vein and maintain to leave blood stains so don't complain Just chill, listen to the beats I spill Keepin it real, enables me to make another meal Still, niggaz run up and try to kill at will But get popped like a pimple, so call me Clearasil I wipe niggaz off the face of the Earth since birth I been a bad nigga, now let me tell you what I'm worth More than a Stealth bomber, I cause drama The enforcer, music flows like a flying saucer Or a 747 jet, never forget I'm that nigga that keeps the hoes panties wet The mic gets smoked, once you hear the beat kick With grooves so funky, they come with a Speed Stick So check the flavor that I'm bringin The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin (Chorus) Verse Two: One-two for the crew, three-fo' for the dough Five for the hoe, six-seven-eight for Death Row Mad niggaz about to feel the full effect of intellect So I can collect respect, plus a check Now I fin' to, get into to, my mental will take care of this business I need to attend to, cuz my rent's due And this rap shit's my meal ticket So you god damn right I'm gonna kick it, or get evicted I bring terror like Stephen King A black Casanova, runnin niggaz over like Christine When I rock the spot with the flavor I got I kick plenty of ass, so call me an astronaut As I blast past another nigga's ass that thought he was strong But I smoke him like grass, just like Cheech and Chong When I flow, niggaz know, it's time to take a hike Cause I grab the mic and flip my tongue like a dyke I got rhymes to keep you enchanted Produce a smokesscreen with the funky green to keep your eyes slanted So check the flavor that I'm bringin The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin (Chorus) Verse Three: Debonairre with flair, I scare wear and tear without a care, runnin shit as if I was a mayor But I ain't no politician, no competition Sendin all opposition to see a mortician I'm up front, never in the back drop Step on stage and get faded just like a flat top Your rhyme sounds like you bought em at Stop N Go Dre came to wax you so, just call me Mop N Glow Many tried to, but just can't rock with I'm 6-1, 225, a pure chocolate Your chances of jackin me are slim G Cause I rock from summer til Santa comes down the chimney Ho ho ho, and so, as I continue to flow Cause yo, I'm just a fly negro So, check the flavor that I'm bringin The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin (Chorus) |
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Verse One
Creepin' down the back street on Deez I got my glock cocked cuz niggaz want these Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated By some nigga with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine ya wanna make noise, make noise I make a phone call my niggaz comin' like the Gotti boys bodies bein' found on Greenleaf with their fuckin heads cut off, motherfucker i'm Dre so listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day rollin' in my '4 with 16 switches And got sounds for the bitches, clockin' all the riches Got the hollow points for the snitches So would you just walk on by, cuz I'm too hard to lift and no this ain't Aerosmith It's the motherfuckin D-R-E, from the CPT on a ryhmin' spree, a straight G Hop back as i pop my top ya trip I let the hollow points commence to POP POP POP yeah, cuz if it don't stop I have to put my shit in reverse go back and take anothers stop Cause I'm (Rollin in my six-fo') with all the niggaz sayin Chorus: Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride hell yeah Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride with all the niggaz sayin Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Hell yeah Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Verse Two just another motherfuckin day for Dre so I begin like this No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists it's just that gangster glare, with gangster raps that gangster shit, that makes the gang of snaps, uhh word to the motherfuckin streets and word to these hyped ass lyrics and dope beats, that I hit ya with that I, get ya with as I groove in my four on deez, hittin the switches bitches relax while I get my proper swerve on bumpin like a motherfucker ready to get my serve on but before I hit the dope spot I gotta get the chronic, the Reme Martin and my soda pop Now I'm smellin like indo-nesia bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers on my dick, cause my four on hit pancake front and back, side to side and all that shit So when I crawl I comes correct Now, if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check nigga Now let the Chevrolet slide As I dip a nigga trip to the south side, yeah (Rollin in my six-fo') with all the bitches sayin Chorus Verse Three Check this out The sun went down when I hit Slausson on my way to the strip, now I'm just flossin Checkin my rearview, cause niggaz they will do jack moves, black fools cause I smack fools Try to set me up for a two-eleven Fuck around and get caught up in a one-eight-seven but I don't represent no gangbang Some niggaz like lynchin but I just watch them hang so on, and so-on, why don't you let me roll on I remember back in the dayz when I used to have to get my stroll on Didn't nobody wanna speak; now everybody peepin out they windows when they hear me beatin up the streets Is it Dre? Is it Dre? That's what they say, every single motherfuckin day, yo But I ain't trippin I'm just kickin it While my deez keep spinnin and these hoes keep grinnin I'll be (Rollin in my six-fo') With everybody sayin Chorus: to end |
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Mista Grimm's 'Indo Smoke' plays in the background
Ay ay Jaycee Sup Aron? Ain't that Snoop Dogg over there? That that nigga with that blue coat on? Yeah Yeah oh yeah that's that nigga Nigga roll up on the side of him man Roll your window down Man hand me my motherfuckin Glock man gimme another clip Cuz I'm gonna smoke this fool Yeah roll the windows down Yeah, OK there you go Ay man, you Snoop Dogg? Snoop? Huh? Snoop Doggy Dogg? Man he's Snoop Dogg Man fuck that nigga!! *gun shots* Nigga man! Get that nigga man! Man get up fool man, get up man, don't be tryin to run man Get up on that fool man, I don't give a fuck What set you got now? Fuck you nigga! Yeah nigga, whassup? Nigga? Yeah motherfucker Yeah nigga, one less nigga Yeah nigga, youse a dead motherfucker now verse1) As I look up at the sky My mind starts trippin, a tear drops my eye My body temperature falls I'm shakin and they breakin tryin to save the Dogg Pumpin on my chest and I'm screamin I stop breathin, damn I see deamons Dear God, I wonder can ya save me I can't die Boo-Boo's bout to have my baby I think it's too late for prayin, hold up A voice spoke to me and it slowly started sayin 'Bring your lifestyle to me I'll make it better' How long will I live? 'Eternal life and forever' And will I be, the G that I was? 'I'll make your life better than you can imagine or even dreamed of So relax your soul, let me take control Close your eyes my son' My eyes are closed hook) Murder... murder was the case that they gave me Murder... murder was the case that they gave me verse2) I'm fresh up out my coma I got my momma and my daddy and my homies in my corner It's gonna take a miracle they say For me to walk again and talk again but anyway I get, fronted some keys, to get, back on my feet And everything that nigga said, came to reality Livin like a baller loc Havin money, and blowin hella chronic smoke I bought my momma a Benz, and bought my Boo-Boo a Jag And now I'm rollin in a nine-trizzay El Do-Rad 'Just remember who changed your mind Cuz when you start set-trippin, that ass mine' Indeed, agreed proceed to smoke weed Never have a want, never have a need They say I'm greedy but I still want mo' Cuz my eyes wanna journey some more, really doe (check it out) Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the lord, my soul to keep If I should die, before I wake I pray the lord, my soul to take verse3) No more indo, gin and juice I'm on my way to Chino, rollin on the grey goose Shackled from head to toe 25 with an izzl, with nowhere to gizzo, I know them niggaz from the other side recognize my face Cuz it's the O.G. D-O-double-G, L-B-C Mad doggin niggaz cuz I don't care Red jumpsuit with two braids in my hair Niggaz stare as I enter the center They send me to a leval 3 yard, that's where I stay Late night I hear toothbrushes scrapin on the floor Niggaz gettin they shanks, just in case the war, pops off Cuz you can't tell what's next My little homey Baby Boo took a pencil in his neck And he probably won't make it, to see twenty-two I put that on my momma, I'ma ride for you Baby Boo hook) Murder... murder was the case that they gave me Murder... murder was the case that they gave me |
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In California [Repeat: x4]
Rollin' down Crenshaw Boulevard Starin' at these suckers who claim to be hard Daz Dillinger and the Gang Who can blast and gangbang Who gives it up for every hooker rat and hood slut All in the cut Dat Nigga Daz with the pimp strut You slept game on those who act lame See ain't a damn thing changed You know I ride the neighborhood slow Floss on you and let the weed blow True indeed I'm havin' a ball Pick up the phone and give my homies a call What's up with y'all? (What's up y'all?) Livin' in the city where we born to ball Rolled up a Philly we pack it tight What a pity what a sight And hella Chronic all damn night Got the weed it got me kinda feelin' so high Hennessy got a brother so feelin' so high Pull outta state enjoy my day and I love to burn rubber Pump up the jam for the summer Gimme Eureka Snoop got the Hummer Kinda make you wanna sit back and wonder [Chorus] The home of the city of the Crips and the Bloods And nigga get shot oh who they thought you was The home of the cities of the gangsters and bud Or you can get bad oh who they thought you was Ooh damn back by a popular demand Daz Dillinger back in effect homey once again The question is why y'all got a problem with me gettin' high Say the wrong thing get right Prepare in effect homies are prepared everywhere Causin' ruckus all bein' fair Daz Dillinger finally alone in my zone Be by myself in a place that I call home Check it out peep out the scenery Ya meanin' to me nuthin' to me ya keep frontin' to me I hit you up Dogg Pound all come around Lay 'em all down homies be frontin' for they town Throw it up Eastside Westside bumpin' California's the state where we be dumpin' what! [Chorus] Here I am stompin' down choppin' down yo compound Knockin' all y'all out thirty seconds in the first round Who come around get destroyed off contact Realize and understand homey you don't want that Check it out let's engage in military actin' Women dope and drama keep me yackin' Bump all that bullsh(it) you yappin' Them beats and that bullsh you yappin' I'm about all busy boggin' and cappin' Pistol packin' you don't really want none of this action Homey, you betta watch out 'cause nothin' can save ya Tattooein' y'all with razors Blazen that it didn't penetrate him but I grazed him Now they callin' Daz unusual playa hater Back on the spot feelin' high Watchin' as the cops pass by Smokin' fire homey I ain't lyin' Who the man from Long Beach, California to Japan Rockin' like wonder MC homey without a band in hand A why can't control the whole scene Watch it unfold get scold get blown away Any other rapper pay dearly severely y'all come and hear me Damn you get bruised battered & slammed Niggas try to see who I am Dat Nigga Daz [Chorus: x2] |
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| 6:21 |
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[featuring n.w.a.]
yo d.o.c.,what'cha blazing, j, 'cause this is a lawhouse experience, so you know it's gonna be some mega shit, so who is that (km.g) km.g will never be a trick step up to the mic like a baller then i pimp this gift that only i possess i illustrated that way to get the shit off my chest i'm ghetto raise to amaze the crowd, it's quite simple km.g has degrees from unity of south central i'm a graduate and it's all legit from the pimping, the ballin' and all that good shit i have the mega balls in which i speak in a slang while i'm peeking it wit the g's from the ruthless gang ain't nuttin change but the weather like i said before 'cause i'm living like hustlers and i'm checking galore yo, i have to give it up to the d.o.c. a ruthless brother who's down wit the km.g so all hail to the niggas that's turning it out and maybe then, i'll take the gun barrel out of your mouth knowledge from one generation to another, perserve and then transmitted, get it, done the ruthless way, you know what i'm saying, so what's up dre (dr. dre) now i'm a swinger, i'm not a muthafuking singer but i bringa melody that always seems to ring a bell as well, let's make it so you can tell yo, it's coming from compton where the ballers dwell 'cause i'm dre, the muthafuking doctor causing propaganda when i'm on the mic, i demand a little bit of time to express myself from ?(cedian)? wax, kicking the facts and it's like that a nigga wit a muthafuking attitude you know the deal, kicking some real shit and if a sucker ever thinks he can get some yo, step off, i'm kicking lyrics for the deaf and the dumb but any occasion, getting the bitches wit the mega persuasion then my dick starts top make an invasion but, yo, i can't go on because this is the end of my part on the last song real g from the streets, villianous when he speaks for all you busters who can't deal, give it up for real (mc ren) now when you see me, you're ducking and slipping, yo, then you fell down you fucked up and finally figured who was the cell down pulling the pulls, crotching the bull the weak muthafuker was smelling like shit so i guess that they're full of it, and i love it when i dress like a crook wit a "i don't give a fuck" look the villian was something nuff like a hero jacking all the niggas wit beef, off of relief, i mean the zeros the rest of the 100 was sent to do what i say nwa and atl and we don't play the doc is doing it, oh, so correctly see, i broke it down for the ones who try to check me but i can't be check 'cause i'm the checker when you see a nigga wreck believe that i'm the wrecker the right and for the fight and the left will attend we're doing wrong, mc ren is on the last song from a genius to temporary insanity, the ganster's dream the bitches fanasty, ruthless, so now we've come to the payoff (eazy-e) one muthafuking two muthafuking three it's the hip-hop thugster eazy-e so i grab the mic and then i clear my throat first nigga kicking lyrics in a straightcoat it's eazy for me to come off like this so you can kiss my ass where the sun rays miss or just give me the pussy and i'll be straight and if you don't, fuck it, i'll masterbate (we wanta fuck you eazy) yea, you bitches scream now bow down and praise the lord for the wing ding i got skill to deal and run game on bitches you can tell that i'm sick by the triple sixes i hear voices in my head for what reason but when the talking stops (pow) it's drive by season so back the fuck off and give me respect now they're shipping me off 'cause eazy played wit a half deck criminal in his thoughts, murderous in his lyrics the notorious cold (cold 187um) 187um, you know i gotta have it now being above the law is an everyday habit if you think i drop some pimp shit, i ain't perhaps i'll say a couple rhymes to make the bitches faint now everybody wants to chill, ill and bill, now what the fuck is the deal you need a nigga like me to get the shit going 187um has got the ultimate flowing now it's time for me to go off like a maniac run up for cover 'cause i'm on the ?(adidnac)? an untouchable player rolled up into one mind 87 reasons why fools staying in line 'cause i ain't the average nigga behind the trigger i lay and spray anything in my way 'cause i'm a balls player for the streets of south central beleive what you want but soon you'll eventually see that atl is straight to mega don't be surprise 'cause we played ya like sega and these bodies keep dropping, you see me keep moving on peace, i'm outta here 'cause this is the last song shout outs |
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