California Love (Mixed by DJ Cream) [compilation] (2010) by Various Artists (보컬) on maniadb.com

[Time Bomb]
I'm from the S-O-U-T-H side of C-A, why they try to P-H
Still hit em up with that E-A, G-A to N-G-S-T-A
So fuck them them other N-I- double G-A-S
Hate the popos and kill the T-A
Hang with my crew blue strings in my shoes
Mary jane and some loop while we swangs in the coupe
Im addicting to macking hoes
Tracks, flows Crenshaw Boulevard backing foes
LA's Finest and LA's behind us
Gangsta, hoochies, essays and whinnies
D's still twisting, low low's still hopping
Gangsta shit still dropping, Crenshaw still popping
Gang signs throwing up, body's still showing up
And O yea Time Bomb still blowing up, bitch
When you got the L.A confidential up in the place to be
Ride with me

[Butch Cassidy Chorus]
Let's All Roll, throw it up if you with me
Im so cold, who am but staying G
The Dogg Pound stays the learn all yall heard
Please date me when stick before you get serve

[Slip Capone]
You know gangstas bang and gangsta slang
It's just an gangsta thang
Gangstas dip and some gangstas trip
Im the gangsta slip and this gangsta crip
I used bump brother with the gangsta nip
Cause nobody else was on the gangsta tip
Gangstas smoke shroom and gangsta rock perms
Gangstas don't listen and gangstas don't learn
Gangsta rock braids and gangsta jerry curls
Gangsta's going take over the world
Gangsta's go to jail, gangstas skip bail
Gangsta's make mail and gangsta's would never fail
Gangsta's goin stay on top
Because the gangsta is going to make the gangsta shit pop
Just lounge homeboy you in the gangsta zone
Heart thrown in California where the gangstas roll

[Butch Cassidy Chorus]

[Jayo Felony]
My nigga slip is an gangsta
Cuz im an hoodster, an hood star
Im taking the hood far
The C Riders posted up with the bullet loco blue rags
Smoking the bombing fluid and keep dumping on you fags
I heard and seen it all and im hoping you fall
Keep looking at my nuts until I get crip ball
Im still striving, yea ya word is about what im driving
Your bitch is going me more, pedal to the floor
Fuck an navigator, nigga I can flip ten gators in my living room
If you cant to that nigga give me room
Had an courney 89', but your bitch made me mine
See the mother fucker ran on that biz state of mind
For mine I did the crime, had to run one time
And you take my dick in your mouth in one time
I fuck you in the butt and crip walk your liver
While I rich roll on the river

[Knoc-Turn'al]
Caught up in the land of hard time
Back off mine, im mad im pushing an hard line
An hard cat with hard raps and hard rhymes
I hardly pay attention to rap
My mine say hard dick serve to an bitch aint no crime
Hood soft to hard dime, chicken way I flip mine
Hard hit and rip like canines, hit hard heads with no spine
March and start to take mine
Big D let me fuck that bitch and you fuck mine
Off hard liqueurs is harder than wine
Knoc-turn'al comes through overtime
When I die build me an shrine
All is all is getting in my mind
I aint begun to speak yet, until that time

[Butch Cassidy]
Let's throw it up, throw it up
Let em know, out in the west represent let it gold
Let's throw it up, throw it up
Let em know, out in the west represent let it gold

(Kurupt)
The reason that I'm here, I'ma drop 'til it's clear
Let all... G'z to front, middle and rear
Switches couldn't swith
Like these switches a day
Just to sit and sippin' and dippin' all over the ways
That they ears and chairs, dis on this years
Cokes drippin' off juice and gins
As a matter of fact, takes math-ical fact
And you can't de-grate, y'all get played like a sax
Trumpet to trombone...
Too shotty Young Gotti, millennium bone
If she raggedly, I'm sendin' 'em home
Puttin' 10 in the chrome, lettin' all killin' it's on
It don't quit, it don't stop, let the beat knock
Pull up at the spot, in a drop top
Gettin' what I got, I just

(Chorus: Butch Cassidy)
Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs...
Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel...
No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way...
No time fo' da game, I do it my way

(DJ Quik)
Kurupt, what up

(Kurupt)
I'ma drop 'til it's clear
And these re-beams and pumps is Vietnam time
Tossin' c-notes, the "Magnificent Magneto"
Dippin' through, comin' like ay!
Don't expect nothin' less, these gleam on the tray
All night and all day, it's the best in a 2001 S-S
It's the prince of the West
I ain't tryna do much, tryna do too much
I ain't even really trippin'
It's just me, Snoopy and Quik and
Someone like you wit the biggest mouth to put a dick in
Most of y'all malfunction like faulty equipment
Shifted, drifted, different, up lifted
Kurupt Young Gotti, just call me fall beaty
With the skirts from Tahiti
Workin' at the mall, with young Roscoe
You fool in high school, I just tuck my roscoe
Dump fossils, colossal, I

(Chorus: Butch Cassidy (Kurupt))
Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs...
(Just don't stop)
Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel...
(Bounce them switches)
Don't matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way...
('Cause I'ma bust all day)
No time fo' da game, I do it my way... (Yeah)

(DJ Quik)
Yes
1, 2, fuck wit my crew
And we won't stop poppin' 'til ya body turn blue
3, 4, look at that whore with the fat ass, but without the cash, hit the door
The reason that I'm here... Kurupt done bought the beer
I'ma lush, lookin' fo' the cush, lookin' fo' the bush to push and mush
Back, I'll hump the ho if she ain't been needin' a Dusch bag
No, must've been the Gucci, wit hair that's pushed back
In a bun lookin' fun
Gettin' silly, wit my celly from Billy
Brought to you by way or two buns
We smugglin' in and out of the place, our two guns
Notice, see the Q-U-I, Dogg Pound collabo', yup
We stab hoes in the bladder actin' bad wit the mad hoes
Get out! yeah! look here!
We started this pussy shit, no shit
And these the mothafuckin' hoes we get, c'mon

(Chorus - 2x: Butch Cassidy)
Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs...
Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel...
Don't matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way...
No time fo' da game, I do it my way

(Intro to On, Onsite: Xzibit)
Aight y'all this a mothafuckin' public service announcement
From Mr. X to tha mothafuckin' Z Xzibit
My homeboy Kurupt, to all you half ass mothafuckas comin' around
Pussy ass niggas! tryin' to see what's up wit my homboy
And see what's up wit me, nigga is he this, is he that
Nigga I'm a mothafuckin' killa and it's like this nigga
If I had a doller fo' every time you bitch ass niggas
Came around and didn't do shit, I'll be a billionaire right now
Put up or shut up mothafuckas, it's like this, it's on, onsite

(Xzibit scrieking)

Intro:

You're back now at the jack-off hour this is DJ, Eazy Dick
On W-Balls, right now, somethin new, by Snoop Doggy Dogg
And this one goes out to the ladies, from all the guys
A big bow wow wow, cuz we gonna make it a little mystery
here tonight, this is DJ Eazy Dick, on the station that
slaps you across your fat ass, with a fat dick

Verse One: Nate Dogg

When I met you last night baby
Before you opened up your gap
I had respect for ya lady
But now I take it all back
Cause you gave me all your pussy
And ya even licked my balls
Leave your number on the cabinet
And I promise baby, I'll give ya a call
Next time I'm feelin kinda horny
You can come on over, and I'll break you off
And if you can't fuck, that day, baby
Just lay back, and open your mouth
Cause I have never
met a girl
That I love
in the whole wide world

Verse Two: Kurupt

Well, if Kurupt gave a fuck about a bitch I'd always be broke
I'd never have no motherfuckin indo to smoke
I gets loced and looney, bitch you can't Do Me
Do we like BBD, you hoochie groupie?
I have no love for hoes
That's somethin I learned in the pound
so how the fuck am I supposed
to pay this hoe, just to lay this hoe
I know the pussy's mines, I'ma fuck a couple more times
And then I'm through with it, there's nothing else to do with it
Pass it to the homie, now you hit it
Cause she ain't nuthin but a bitch to me
And y'all know, that bitches ain't shit to me
i gives a fuck, why don't y'all pay attention
Approach it with a different proposition, I'm Kurupt
Hoe you'll never be my only one, trick ass beeeitch!

Chorus: (repeat 4X)

It ain't no fun, if the homies can't have none

Verse Three: Snoop Doggy Dogg

Guess who back in the motherfuckin house
With a fat dick for your motherfuckin mouth
Hoes recognize, niggaz do too
Cuz when bitches get skanless and pull a voodoo
What you gon do? You really don't know
So I'd advise you not to trust that hoe
Silly of me to fall in love with a bitch
Knowin damn well, I'm too caught up with my grip
Now as the sun rotates and my game grows bigger
How many bitches wanna fuck this nigga named Snoop
Doggy, I'm all the above
I'm too swift on my toes to get caught up with you hoes
But see, it ain't no fun, if my homies can't get a taste of it
Cause you know I don't love em

Verse Four: Warren G

Whoa!
Hey, now ya know, inhale, exhale with my flow
One for the money, two for the btiches
Three to get ready, and four to hit the switches
In my Chevy, six-fo' Rad to be exact
With bitches on my side, and bitches on back
So back up bitch cuz i'm strugglin, so get
off your knees and then start jugglin
these motherfuckin nuts in your mouth
It's me, Warren G the nigga with the clout
Whoo!

Chorus

Yeah, back up in yo ass with a twenty sackDon't wanna fuck with me(Dogg Pound gangstaz)We do it like thatMotherfuckers out there be like, takin' our stylesBe trying to do they own little dissingBut they can't do it, you know, so we gonna, do it like thisSit back relax and get a cool oneHave you ever heard of a slughter? I oughta start dippin'Sippin' on that S T get's me to trippin'I don't slips, I bangs with that mad ass Dogg Pound gangIt's a DPG thang, Kurupt from the S.CYou wanna test me, let's see if you'll survive .45 timesLike a hollow point headed for your domeTake a couple of steps, turn around and it's onCouldn't withstand the murderous mentalI subdue and then take two to your templeWhen I cause holocoust from what's spittin'Niggaz collapse and when the straps is clickin'Look, this is how it's done nigga(One, two, three)I grab my strap, you best run niggaI gives a fuck, Kurupt's the kingpin of the clickLittlest G, with the biggest dickShit, a motherfucker betta recognizeWith a twist of my wrist like O.J. you all dieI snack on motherfuckers like a boneKnown to be the shit upon the microphoneEver since I was bown, not to ever love a bitchLearned game after game, that's why we are the bestMotherfuckers be gankin' styles minute after minuteBut soon as you did it I smelled the niggaz shittedNow what would you do?If you could fuck with me and my crewBut you can't, so don't even think aboutSteppin' in the motherfuckin' houseNow what would you do?If you could fuck with me and my crewBut you can't, so don't even think aboutSteppin' in the motherfuckin' houseBitches butterfly all day, while I steady make my payEvery single day in the LBCCruisin' through the East side, me and Lil' StyleWhen I back up a green six-fo' bustin' free stylesThere's no escape, give me the papes and the tape caseHow much money can a nigga make in one place?The review, ain't shit newYou stupid motherfuckers can't fuck wit' my crewI see all these niggaz tryin' to get with my kin folkGet so many busters on the West Coast and then to say the leastI see a few trick ass niggaz layin' low on the East CoastAnd the question is askedDo you wanna rap, scrap or blast to that nigga DazI'll be the first one to him 'emOh yeah, fuck B.G. Knockout and every nigga down with him'cause I'm a natural born killerAnd I steal a half, motherfucker 'cause it's like thatNow what would you do?If you could fuck with me and my crewThere's so many motherfuckers that I can includeWhose quick to blast motherfuckers in a feudIt doesn't make a difference 'cause it's aboutWho's the quickest on the draw to end all existenceFor instance, let's take these Ruthless foolsThese Ruthless fools and the Pound in one roomAssume, it's only for conversation, so let'sConversate slip a nigga the .38 then dipEmpty out the clipMind on stead-trip, 'cause niggaz talk shitNow if a nigga had a prayer before a nigga diedWould the nigga be dead or would he stay alive?And if I was in your shoes, would I survive?Probably not, you'd probably let your glock go popNow drop, to your kneesAnd picture Dat Nigga Daz flowin' in the breeze(Flowin')Now what would you do?If you could fuck with me and my crewBut you can't, so don't even think aboutSteppin' in the motherfuckin' houseFrom the twitch of the eyesYou can see the line, just know it when you see it'cause it messes up the flow to the real fillings why'knowAnd I'd rather be sipping on a glass of wineCan you feel yourself in the room with EverlastTrying to steal a flow, I don't think soCock-blockers come with their hearts beating jealousyIn the way like a stray dogTrying to climb, every bitch on his armCock-blockers, come in every colorEven blue, now this is trueTrying to fuck your woman and even youNow what the fuck would you do, motherfucker?What would you do? MmmWhat would you do? What would you do?What would you do?If you could get with me and my crewThe weak ones stick and moveWhat would you do if you could get with my crew?Why don't you tell me what?Tell me what you would do if you could get withThe weak ones stick and moveWhat would you do if you could get with my crew?Me and my crew, with me and my crewWhat would you do? What would you do?What would you do, if you could get with my crew?What would you, what would you doIf you could get with the Dogg Pound?What would you do?Would you get caught with your pants down?What would you do?If you could get with the Dogg Pound?What would you do?Would you get caught with your pants down?What would you do?If you could get with the Dogg Pound?What would you do?If you get caught with your pants down?

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We'll like to welcome y'all back to the club
I'm your host this evening, Mr. Tadah!
Ya dig, club Toe Jam, is once again off the hook
For ladies night, ya dig, everynight
Right now, we would like to bring something very special for you
Check it out

[Nate Dogg]
Oooooooooooooooh
I like them girls with the tight black skin, dark and fine
Thats the kind of girl I wanna play with tonight
I wanna do some nasty thangs, wanna make her scream my name
I like the girls that don't say, "what?," know that she fine
Always knows her line, because she knows she's a dime
Put her on platinum chains, got her own cash and things
I like them girls, their sassy ways, sassy ways
Oh I like them girls, man I could stay there for days
Ooooooooooooooooh

[Snoop Dogg]
Why you so cute, why you so big
Why you bullshitin', come and deal with a pimp
Put your bags in the trunk, holla at your boy
You can spend the night, we at the Elroy
Doing things that we shouldn't, couldn't
Girl you got that good chocolate pudding
The best in hood, whats goodin'
She got the wizard of west wood, like old John Wooding
But how could I need that
I'm looking for feedback, because I can't believe that
I fell into a little tree sap
I got a woman at home, ain't fell in love where the weeds at
Started off with a dime, but by the time I was thug
She was less than a duece, I'm telling the truth
Confessing with you, I'm just messing with you
Because on the real baby girl, you put in the S in Snoop

[Warren G]
See I rock baby, nonstop baby
Warren G baby, shake that thang lady
I see you picky lady, you be tweaking lady
Pulling that '38 snub out your stock end baby
You put the G in the dub, we hot fuckin' in the tub
I ain't trippin' off baby, so why you trippin' off cuz
I'm trying to get my money right
So you could kick it with baby, but get your mind right
What the fuck is up, you messing with a G
Warren to the L to the B and the C
Regulate get cocked and be original
The game don't wait for female individuals

So what you saying, you trippin' off my homeboy
We ride like that, you know what I'm sayin'
Hey baby, just take the grabic

Saturday morning at the crack of sunrise
Thank the man upstairs for lettin me open my eyes
It's a whole new game for me like T-Lee
It's nine-seven now and I'ma stay sucka free
Thinkin about all my homeboys behind bars
as I crease up my khakis and lace up my stars
And everthang is straight I'm in the full zone
Gettin paper every day, it's all I'm trippin on
Cause ain't nothin like a ride in Californ-ia
with the top back, rollin on a hot sunny day
It's one-oh, fo'-sho',
and I'm clownin all the rookies
With a pocket full of cookies
and mashin to the backyard boogie

Get yo' boogie on
And then we comin wit that

Backyard boogie oogie oogie (yeah)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie (it's all about that)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie (unh)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie
(it's the backyard boogie)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie

Now just throw yo hands up high in the sky
Representin where you from cause it's West till I die
Put it down anywhere, take thangs for what they worth
been a rider since birth, and the earth is my turf
So I bails in the party, everythang is cool
It's niggaz in the hood I ain't seen since high school
And everybody gots stripes cause we all paid dues
Crips, Damus, and other clicks and crews
Just gettin they boogie on, hoochie bitches gettin loose
It kinda remind me of the truce in nine-deuce
I'm even kickin back, and I'm usually chicken hawkin
The bloods shootin dice, and the crips are C walkin
Now the party is jumpin, and the crowd's gettin bigger
Looked up and saw four hoes to every nigga
And it's off the hook, got ya grindin and humpin
Cause the backyard boogie be bumpin

(Unh, straight from Inglewood,
and you know that it's all good
You can put that on yo' hood, everyday And we comin with that)

Now it's out of control, and everywhere you look
ain't nothin but real niggaz, the bustas got shook
And everybody left with the whole hustla bang
and Daisy Dukes and khakis do seem to be the thang
You choose or you lose while you conversatin
enough cock to go around, so ain't no playa hatin
I want homegirl over there in red
cause Baby Got Backs like Mix-a-Lot said
When I keep my composure, kick back like a pro
Cause Mack one-oh just refuse to save a hoe
But it's a done deal, locked up throw away the key
Cause she gonna lead a backyard boogie with me
(Get yo' boogie on, yeah
Get yo' boogie on, Inglewood
Get yo' boogie on, Inglewood, pause
Get yo' backyard boogie on)

Straight from Inglewood,
and you know that it's all good
You can put that on yo' hood, everyday
Mackness, mackness, unh!
Get yo' boogie on, get yo' boogie on
Get yo' boogie on, nigga get yo' boogie on
Get yo' boogie on, get yo' boogie on baby, pause
Get yo' backyard boogie on
Gangstas don't dance we boogie
Niggaz run out and get yo' cookies
Gangstas don't dance we boogie
Mack 10 ain't no motherfucker rookie
Backyard boogie oogie oofie

[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*}

[Ice Cube]
Yeah... yeah!
Fool -- you know how we do it

West Side
Comin' from the West Side
Nothin' but the West Side

Ain't nuttin' goin on but the bomb-ass rap song
Hittin' all night long
Just like me on the black and white ivory
Gettin' six on artillery, you don't want to see a G
Break yo' ass like dishes
Buster-ass tricks, sleep with the fishes
Runnin' from Lennox, up at Venice
They wanna have me in stripes, like Dennis the Menace
But that ain't poppin', ain't no stoppin'
Fo'-hoppin', ass droppin', Coupe DeVille
My truth can, ill - fool I got skills
So, back on up 'fore I check that chin
Down as fuck and I'm full off Henn'
You gets no love and I thought you knew it
Fool, you know how we do it

Comin' from the West Side
West Side, comin' from the West Side

[Ice Cube]
Chillin' with the homies, smellin' the bud
Double parked and I'm talkin to Dub
about who got a plan, who got a plot
whom got got, and who got shot
Cause everybody knows that he got the info
Crazy Toones hangin' out the window
Fool I got them bomb-ass tapes
Da Lench Mob, Planet of the Apes
I'm down with Eiht, and Watts Up
Kam is solo, they got nuts
When Ice Cube write a sentence
I want "The Bomb" just like George Clinton
S-K-D is down to catch a body
Put on Knee Deep, we'll turn out your party
You gets no love and I thought you knew it
Fool, you know how we do it

You know how we do it

[Ice Cube]
Jack B. Nimble, and Jack B. Quick
if you wanna jack me on a lick, cause
I'm that fool from South Central
You think you stuck yourself, with a number 2 pencil
That's how I poke hot lead in yo' ass
With "Mo' Bounce to the Ounce" in the dash
Mash up, Ve-nice, headed for the West
Everything is great, slow down for the dip
On a 100 and 8th and keep mashin'
Don't drink and drive to keep the fo' from crashin'
Stashin' a glock and I thought you knew it
You know how we do it

Comin' from the West Side, West Side
Nuttin' but a West Side
It's hittin' on the West Side
Fool, you know how we do it

Big Syke, Newt, Payne, Bogard, Big Serv
Y'all know how this shit go (you know)

All Eyez On Me

Muthafucka, Legit
Roll up in the club and shit

All Eyez On Me
All Eyez On Me

But you know what

I bet you got it twisted
You don't know who to trust
So many playa hating niggas trying to sound like us
Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they know it
Straight to the depths of hell is were those cowards goin'
Well are you still down nigga, Holla when you see me
And let these devils be sorry, but they finally freed me
I got a caravan of niggas, every time we ride (every time we ride)
Hitting muthafuckas up when we pass by (when we pass by)
Until I die Live the life of a Boss playa, cuz even when I'm high
fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my eyez
Cuz all I want is cash and thangs,
A five double 0 Benz and flaunting flashy rings Uhh
bitches pursue me like a dream,
Been know to disappear before your eyez, just like a dope fiend, it seems
My main thang was to be major paid
The game sharper than a mutha-fuckin razor blade
Say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies
One niggas getting jealous, and muthafuckas died
Depend on me like the first and fifteenth
They my homies for a second, but these punks won't get me
We got four niggas, and low riders, and ski masks
Screaming Thug Life every time they pass
All Eyez on Me

Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
Cuz we be getting high
All Eyez on me
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
Cuz we be getting high

Hey, to my nigga Pac

So much trouble in the world, nigga
Can't nobody feel your pain
The world changing everyday
Times moving faaast
My girl said I need to raise up, how long will she last?
I'm caught between my women, and my pistol, and my chips
Triple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as we dip
I'm lost in the land, with no plan, living life flawless
Crime Boss, contraband, let me toss this
Needy hookers got a lot of nerve, let my bucket swerve
I'm taking off on the curb
The nervousness neglect make me pack a tek
Devoted to serving this, Moet and paaayyy checks
Like a kite sailin' nigga I'm forever Ballin'
It ain't right, pair this ice triggas and fleas crawlin'
Sucka duck and get busted, no emotion
My devotion is handling my business nigga keep on coastin'
Where yah goin' I been there came back as lonely homie
Steady flaunting against the grain nigga still don't know me
It's about the money, and the rap shit, this crap shit
It ain't funny niggas don't even know how to act shit
What can I do, what can I say, is there another way&nbsp;?
Blunts and Gin twenty-four parlay
My little homie G, can't you see, I'm busta free
niggas can't stand me
All Eyez on Me

Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
Cuz we be getting high
All Eyez on me
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
Cuz we be getting high

The feds is watchin', niggas plottin' to get me
Will I survive, will I die, come on lets picture the possibilities
Giving me charges, lawyers making a grip
I told the judge I was raised wrong and thats why I blaze shit
Was hyper as a kid, alone, as a teenager, on the mobile
Calling big shots on the scene major
Packing hundreds in my drawers, fuck the law
bitches I fuck with a passion, livin' rough and raw
Catchin' cases at a fast rate, balllin' in the fast lane
Hustle 'til the morning, never stopped until the cash came
I live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa
Cuz we be getting high
These niggas got me tossin' shit
I put the top down now its time to floss my shit
Keep your head up nigga, make these muthafuckas suffer
Up in the Benz burning rubber
The money is mandatory, the hoes is fully strapped
Cuz the criminal lifestyle equipped with the bulletproof vest
Make sure your eyes is on the Meal ticket
Get your money muthafucka Lets get rich and we'll kick it
All eyez on Me

Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
Cuz we be getting high
All Eyez on me
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
Cuz we be getting high

All eyez on me

Pay attention my niggas
See how that shit go
Gonna walk up in this muthafucka
And its gonna be like bing
Cowards

Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (bitches)
Cuz we be getting high

Every mutha fuckin' way
I got a bustas, hoes, and police watching a nigga
You know

Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (All eyez on me)
All Eyez on me

Its like, what they think I'm walking around
With some keys in my pocket or something

All Eyez on me

They think I'm going back to jail
They really on that dope

Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (I know y'all watching)
(I know y'all got me in the scopes)
Live my life as a Thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a Boss playa (I know y'all know this is Thug Life Baabbby)
We be getting high
(Y'all got me under surveillance)

All eyez on me

But I'm known

(tash)
(who we got? )
We got catash and kuruption
What the f**k is yo' function?

We got catash and kurupt
'bout to f**k shit up
I'm sippin' nuttin' but the best; what you got in yo' cup?
(kurupt)
Hennessey

(verse one--tash)
Yeah, yeah, that make me tweak on beats
Tash be kickin' so much ass I rock cleats on concrete
So get the pictuah
My rap style'll hit ya 'til ya move back
This ain't the kind of shit that help stella get her groove back
It's on co' uncle
Raps that keeps me flossin'
While yo' album on the shelf gettin' dusty at the slausson
Swap
Pop that glock
Clock that knot
It's thin line between love and hate
It's thin line between compton 'n' watts
What you got?
Yo' motherf**kers is nerds
Yo, kurupt, tell these niggas what the f**k you heard!

(kurupt)
(check it out)
I heard it saggin' in bandanas
Shit to spit the leaves
Split like bananas
Poetical scanners
Make the crowd go banana'
Furious, luxurious, an' glamorous
Bitches and cameras
Experts'
Impenetrability exerts
Burst a verse
And since nuttin' but trouble incense jerks (back in the day)
Silently clashin'
Clash is
Throwin' towels in like passes
All I want to know is where the ass is
If you got yo' pistol let it sizzle an' whistle
I'm agile; you fragile--
Glass and crystal
I'm priceless--the nicest
Yeah, that's right
Nice enough to bring the snub and bust on sight

(chorus)
(tash)
We got catash and kurupt
'bout to f**k it up
I'm sippin' nuttin' but the best; what you got in yo' cup?
(kurupt)
Hennessey, nigga
Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah indeed
(tash)
You know I got the malibu
(kurupt)
I got the orange weed
(tash)
We got catash and kurupt
'bout to f**k it up
I'm sippin' nuttin' but the best; what you got in yo' cup?
(kurupt)
O.e., homey, yeah
Oh, yeah, indeed
(tash)
You know I got the hennessey
(kurupt)
I got the orange weed, nigga
(both)


'cause bustas is bustas, an' g's iz g's
But ain't nobody f**kin' 'round wit' mcs like these

(verse two--tash)
Somebody buck this nigga' keys; this lil' punk must be drunk
I let that nigga hit my weed, he walked away wit' my blunt
And that's a no-no, loco
So it's one way to settle this:
You gots to box a round wit' the ghetto-est gold medalist
Tash got a rough rambunction in the function
Yo, this shit ain't even fear
It's kinda like we punchin' munchkins
So let that nigga slide
He too wide-eyed to hide it
Tash'll slap his ass so hard, I'll leave his afro lopsided
You got it?
Good
Tell your boyz 'n' the hood
My style's a work of art--it's like I carved it from wood
I'm often misunderstood, 'cause my style is freaky-deaky
I could say some simple shit and lose your stupid ass completely
So meet me on the block when you come to the west
Bangin' styles that'll wash you up quicker than zest
Layin' rap styles to rest if yo' shit ain't tight (nighty-night)
Yo, catash, tell these niggas who they got tonight!

(chorus)
Rum 'n' coke...
Gin 'n' juice...

(kurupt)
Olde english 800
Yeah, that's my brand
Drink it in a cold 40 ounce or a can
Only if gangstas come, I'll mash
Quickly be on ritzy, 'cause he down to blast
If you got it, I'm 'a get it
Ya heard me, homey?
I'm o.g.
I swerve and dip slowly, homey
Easily I approach
This bustah-ass nigga fi'n' to blaze this roach
Pull out my pistol and put it to his chin
It's already cocked, so, I'm like "f**k it, then"
You's a bitch, and that's all you'll be
An' I don't give a f**k to let a nigga hear it from me
You got calibers, I got cali-co.
You got teflon, I got napalm
I come around from the side
I'm gangstain' it up
Pimpin' wit' pounds o' hash
Wit' dis bad lil' mama wit' a gang o' ass

(outro--kurupt)
Yeah, niggas
Kurupt young gotti
(dpg)
Tash, wha's crackin?

(tash)
You know...
Same shit different toilet
Put it down, my nigga from the west coast
Kurupt: dogg pound gangsta
But hold up, man
While we in this muthaf**kah, let me give a shout-out to my nigga king
Tee
The whole likwit crew (only bad bitches allowed)
Oh, what?
Only bad bitches?
It's a gangsta party

(kurupt)
Alkaholik gathering, muthaf**kah...punk

(tash)
Alkaholiks, dpg

[Ice Cube]
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes {Hello..}

[Dr. Dre]
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..}

[MC Ren]
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..}

[Ice Cube]
The motherfuckin world is a ghetto
filled with magazines, full clips, and heavy metal
when the smoke settle
.. I'm just lookin for a big yellow;
in six inch stilletos
Dr. Dre {Hello..} perculatin keep em waitin
While you sittin here hatin, yo' bitch is hyperventilatin'
Hopin that we penetratin, you gets natin
cause I never been to Satan, for hardcore administratin
Gangbang affiliatin; MC Ren'll have you
wildin off a zone and a whole half a gallon
{Get to dialin..} 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 coppin a plea, ain't no stoppin a G
I'm in the 6 you got to hop in the 3, company monopoly
You handle shit sloppily I drop a ki properly
They call me the Don Dada
Pop a collar, drop a dollar if you hear me you can holla
Even rottweilers, follow, the Impala
Wanna talk about this concrete? Nigga I'm 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 picked motherfuckers givin up transcripts

Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes {Hello..}

I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..}

[Dr. Dre]
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get?

[MC Ren]
Villain blows up yo' spot
Take yo' notebook yo' bitch and yo' glock
This motherfucker thought the coochie had a padlock
You slapped her ass that's alarmin
cause she want my Worm like Carmen
We chin check niggaz, them thin check niggaz
run trains on golddiggers beware these fo' niggaz
Scarin motherfuckers like Steven King flicks
Makin niggaz clear the room like a dyke flea a dick
Makin 2nd II None shit, nigga like Quik
So when I bomb first nigga who you rollin with?
Fuck that ice on your wrist, fuck yo' fine ass bitch
Cause you could lose it in a tussle nigga watch me hustle
Watch niggaz 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
Niggaz4Life, fuckin your wife, these niggaz wild {Hello..}

I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..}

[Ice Cube]
I started this gangsta shit
And this the muh'fuckin thanks I get? {Hello..}

[Dr. Dre]
Did I fall off? Got you in your room
rippin every "Chronic" poster on your wall off
Just cause I put away the sawed off
Now I got you sittin back with a smirk;
listenin with your arms crossed
Questionin 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 givin 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 don'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 motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..}

[MC Ren]
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello..}

[Ice Cube]
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes {Hello..}

Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes..

(*dialogue from the movie 'Above the Law'*)
'You heard about what's goin on in there?'
'Heard a lotta bullshit cocked, I know that much'
'This isn't bullshit my friend'
'Do you know somethin?'
'Don't listen' 'What'd you know?'
'Maybe I do and maybe I don't'
'What I say is that they ain't got no business negotitaing'
'We gonna be goin back in they're wit a bullet for every yard'
'Is that right?'
'We do it now, we do it later, later it can be new use'
'Am I right Al?'
'Well, wait, wait minute Frank'
'We gotta a lotta angry guys in they're, black muslims
Panther's, Young Lord'
'Besides you average anti-social'
'So we gotta go in right, clean they're clocks'

(Verse 1: KMG)
I hit the loose juice, and pulls up in the duece
He gives me the scoop about the fake as* troops
And how nigga's out they're wanna play
I take another hit of the way, and then I blast away
How far playa?Far enough to go off the edge
I push another nigga off the ledge
So I stumble as I slide to the chevy
Yeah my eyes kinda teary, and gun kinda heavy
I'm a walking dead man is what they call me when I'm comin
Got the big S on my chest, so I'm kinda gunnin
High powered on my way too the west side
To check upon on some chickens, it's a hell of a drive, so drive on
As I hit my dodo stick to the break of dawn
Crime fightings what I do, and nigga's in my crew
Don't take lightly, to you busta's, and so we say f**k you
Then buck you, tuck you in for the night
As you think about the paper at the funeral sight
So when I'm hangin wit the click, and we in demand
I feel good that the city of angel's call me black superman

(Chorus: Repeat 2x)
*Computer Voice*
Now everybody sing, black superman

Now everybody know, black superman
Everybody sing, black superman
Now everybody know, black superman

*Phone rings&Hutch's answering machine picks up*
Yo this Hutch, I ain't in right now
But uh, leave a message at the beep
You know I'm out flossin&tossin, dippin and trippin
You know what I'm sayin

(KMG)
Aye Hutch man uh, they just leavin yo mama's house, um
I don't know what they got, but um
Man, they lookin for us man
Call me over peaches house(hangs up phone)

(Verse 2: Hutch)
Now it was once said by a known loc G
Always tryna come up, and yeah that's a G
Uh, cause when I bomb it's like a curse
Cause see once in a lifetime, everybody did some dirt
I guess it got to me the same
So at the age of 15, I enterted the dope game
I had my cane locked up tight
In the day I went to school, but I clarked all night
And when I went to class I always feel asleep
But I was out like a motherf**ker, if somebody beeped
My teacher said, 'boy can't it wait?'
I said, 'naw I got to put some mo' icin on my cake'
I think I saved about 50 G's
I bought a truck, a house, and a coup on D's
Moms is trippin, but she really don't know
All I'm thinkin is she ain't on the county no mo'
Before my mama f**ked wit the county again
I'd rather take the risk of doin 5-10
I'm not takin a chase, I'm staright makin a chase
So now we deserve, to get what we wanna get
I got my mama up outta they're
Because y'all motherf**ker's just don't care
Uh, you really wanna know why I sold scum?
Because my mama to me comes number one
Now you sucka motherf**ker's don't understand
But to my mama, I'm her real black superman

(Chorus: Repeat 2x)

[Intro: loud booming voice that echoes]
Comp-ton.. Comp-ton.. Comp-ton

[quiet voice that whispers]
Real Compton City G's...

[Verse One: Eazy-E]
Hey yo Doctor, here's another proper track
and it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper
And let that real shit provoke
So youse a wannabe 'loc, and you'll get smoked, and I hope
that your fans understand when you talk about playin me
The same records that you makin is payin me
Motherfuck Dre, Motherfuck Snoop, Motherfuck Death Row
Yo, and here comes my left blow
Cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y-E and, this is the season
to let the real compton city G's in
You're like a kid you found a pup and now you're dapper
But tell me where da fuck ya found a anorexic rapper?
Talkin about who you gon squabble with and who you shoot
You're only 60 pounds when you're wet and wearin boots
(Damn E, they tried to fade you on "Dre Day")
But "Dre Day" only met Eazy's pay day
All of a sudden Dr. Dre is the "G Thang"
But on his old album cover he was a she thang
So nigga please, nigga please, don't step to deez
motherfuckin real compton city G's!

"Yo Dre, what's up?" {*bang*}
"Boy you should have known by now.."
"Yo Dre, what's up?" {*bang*}
"Boy you should have known by now.."

[Verse Two: Dresta]
Everyday it's a new rapper, claimin to be dapper than the Dresta
Softer than a bitch, but portray the role of gangsta
Ain't broke a law in your life
Yet every time you rap you yap about the guns and knife
Just take a good look at the, nigga and you'll capture
the fact that the bastard, is simply just an actor
who mastered the bang and the slang and the mental
of niggaz in Compton, Watts, and South Central
Never ever once have you ran with the turf
But yet in every verse claim you used to do the dirt
But tell me who's a witness, to your fuckin work
So you never had no bi'ness, so save the drama jerk
Niggaz straight kill me, knowin that they pranksters
This is going out to you studio gangstas
See I did dirt, put in work, and many niggaz can vouch that
So since I got stripes, I got the right to rap about that!
But niggaz like you, I gotta hate ya
Cause I'm just tired of suburbian niggaz talkin about they come from projects
Knowin, you ain't seen the parts of the streets G
Think you started tryin to bang around the time of the peace treaty
Wearin khakis and mob while you rhyme
Little fag, tried to sag, but you're floodin at the same, time
And your set don't accept ya
Scared to kick it with your homies cuz you know they don't respect ya
So nigga please, check nuts before ya step to deez
motherfuckin real G's

[Verse Three: B.G. Knocc Out]
Welllllllll.. it's the Knocc Out, definition orginal baby gangsta
Approach me like you hard, motherfucker I'ma bank ya
Shank ya, with my fuckin shank, if I haveta
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg are fuckin actors
Pranksters, studio gangstas, busters
But this time you're dealin with some real motherfuckers
G's, nigga please, don't try to step
cause if you do, then a pealed cap is all that would be left
See young niggaz like me, will break ya off somthin
Claimin my city, but Dre you ain't from Compton
Niggaz like y'all is what I call wannabeez
and ain't shit compared to real mother fucking city G's

"Yo Dre, what's up?" {*bang*}

[Verse Four: Eazy-E]
I never met a O.G., who never did shit wrong
You tried to diss the Eazy-E, so now nigga it's on
You and your Doggy Dogg, think that y'all hoggin shit
Both of you bitches, can come and suck my doggy dick
Beatin up a bitch don't make you shit, but then again
some niggaz think it makes a man
Damn it's a trip how a nigga could switch so quick
from wearin lipstick, to smokin on chronic at pic-nics
And now you think you're bigger
But to me you ain't nothin but a bitch-ass nigga
that ain't worth a food stamp
And at Death Row, I hear you're gettin treated like boot camp
Gotta follow your sergeant's directions
Or get your ass pumped with a Smith & Wesson
Learn a lesson from the E's
Stay in your place and don't step to real Mother Fucking G's!

[repeat 5X]
"Yo Dre, what's up?" {*bang*}
"Boy you should have known by now.."
"Yo Dre, what's up?" {*bang*}
"Boy you should have known by now.."

"Yo Dre, what's up?" {*bang*}
"Boy you should have known by now; Eazy-Duz-It"