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from Dr. Dre 2집 - 2001 (1999)
Xxplosive West coast shit
My nigguhish ways attract girls that used to turn they back Causin me to yank they arm and pose like I would do the harm Now I'm sayin thank you cause they tell me my shit's the bomb Xxplosive for my niggaz drinkin Cognac smokin weed always pack mo' than one firearm chrome rims ridin on Chronic in yo' system let me know my shit's the bomb Xxplosive West coast shit nigga Overdosage imperial pistols ferocious Fuck a bitch don't tease bitch strip tease bitch Eat a bowl of these bitch gobble the dick Hoes forgot to eat a dick can shut the fuck up Gobble and swallow a nut up shut up and get my cash Backhanded pimpslapped backwards and left stranded Just pop ya collar pimp convention hoes for a dollar SixDeuce in a plush sixdeuce impala Pimpin hoes from Texas to Guatemala Bitch niggaz paid for hoes just to lay wit hoes Relax one night and paid to stay wit hoes Captain Save'Em all day well save this dick Bitch nigga you more of a bitch than a bitch You ain't into hittin pussy or hittin the switch You into hittin bitches off of the grip you punk bitch All my real Doggs still kick it wit me All my down hoes still trickin wit me All the true gangstas know They ain't never love no hoe All the hoodrats still shake it for me All my true fans still checkin for me All the real smokers know They ain't passin nuttin but dope indeed Real trees Chronic leaves No seeds When I had you last night baby Before I blew yo' mind I thought we had a chance lady No more now that I'm sober you ain't that fine Don't wanna treat you wrong Don't wanna lead you on Here baby hit the bong while the west coast rolls along While we still makin gangsta hits You'll be still jockin gangsta dicks Damn girl you think you slick Somebody better get this biiitch this biiiitch I got these freaky hoes Clappin they hands stompin they feet Every now and then they put they mouth on me Nowadays a G like me can't even call it A 23year old pussy fiend and freakaholic Pimpin bitches on the regular I put that on the G A hustler and a player nowadays it pays to be Lemme drop some shit about this bitch I used to know She gave ya boy the head and said don't let nobody know A bonafide pro I had to grab the hoe She got freaky in yo' sixtyfo' I skeeted in her throat Been knowin the hoe for fo' days pimpery pays And I bet you didn't know that she go both ways She ate her best friend I left them hoes at the mall They be beepin me and shit but we don't kick it no mo' Them hot hoes is fiendin they on the nuts But beitch I'm out ya pussy when I nut f'real |
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from Dr. Dre 2집 - 2001 (1999)
Back when Cube
was rollin wit Lorenzo in a Benzo I was bangin wit a gang of instrumentals Got the pens and pencils got down to business but sometimes the business end of this shit can turn your friends against you But you was a real nigga I could sense it in you I still remember the window of the car that you went through that's fucked up but I'll never forget the shit we been through And I'ma do whatever it takes to convince you Cuz you my nigga Doc and Eazy I'm still wit you Fuck the beef nigga I miss you and that's just bein real wit you You see the truth is Everybody wanna know how close me and Snoop is And who I'm still cool wit Then I got these fake ass niggaz I first drew with Claimin that they non violent talkin like they Spit venom in interviews speakin on reunions Move units then talk shit and we can do this Until then I ain't even speakin your name Just keep my name outta yo' mouth and we can keep it the same Nigga it ain't that I'm too big to listen to the rumors It's just that I'm too damn big to pay attention to 'em What's the difference You talk a good one but you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal wit emotions I'm used to livin big dog style and straight coastin What's the difference between me and you You talk a good one but you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal wit emotions I'm used to livin big dog style and straight coastin Yo I stay wit it While you try to perpetrate play wit it Never knew about the next level until Dre did it YEAH I stay committed while you motherfuckers baby sitted I smash you critics like a overhand right from Riddick Yeah Come and get it shitted on villians by the millions I be catchin bitches while bitches be catchin feelings So what the fuck am I supposed to do I pop bottles and hot hollow points at each and all of you Come on A heartless bastard high and plastered My style is like the reaction from too much acid never come down Pass it around if you can't handle it Hang Hollywood niggaz by they Soul Train laminates What's the difference between me and you What about five back accounts three ounces and two vehicles Until my death I'm Bangladesh I suggest you hold yo' breath til ain't none left Yo that's the difference What's the difference between me and you You talk a good one but you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal wit emotions I'm used to livin big dog style and straight coastin What's the difference between me and you You talk a good one but you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal wit emotions I'm used to livin big dog style Aight hold up hold up STOP THE BEAT A MINUTE I got somethin to say Dre I wanna tell you this shit right now while this fuckin weed is in me I don't know if I ever told you this but I love you dawg I got your motherfuckin back just know this shit Slim I don't know if you noticed it But I've had your back from day one nigga let's blow this bitch I mean it dawg you ever need somebody offed who's throat is it Well if you ever kill that Kim bitch I'll show you where the ocean is Well that's cool and I appreciate the offer But if I do decide to really murder my daughter's momma I'ma sit her up in the front seat and put sunglasses on her And cruise around wit her for seven hours through California And have her wavin at people Hi Then drop her off on the corner at the police station and drive off honkin the horn for her Raw dawg get your arm gnawed off Drop the sawed off and beat you wit the piece it was sawed off of fuck Fuck blood I wanna see some lungs coughed up Get shot up in the hot tub til the bubbles pop up they nose and cough snot up mucus in hot water That's for tryin to talk like the Chronic was lost product That's for even THINKIN of havin them thoughts thought up You better show some respect whenever the Doc's brought up So what's the difference between us We can start at the penis Or we can scream i Just Don't Give a Fuck and see who means it What's the difference between me and you You talk a good one but you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal wit emotions I'm used to livin big dog style and straight coastin What's the difference between me and you You talk a good one but you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal wit emotions I'm used to livin big dog style and straight coastin What's the difference between me and you |
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from N.W.A - N.W.A. & The Posse (1989)
[The D.O.C.]
This ain't no basic hip-hip you make in a bin in your garage I'm down for showing all you hoes who the hell's in charge A cold lethal rap warrior, I'm on the attack Cutting ducks no slack so keep your bitch ass back Deadly, yeah kicking it, the solo style On top of the pile, the reigning chump worthwile Hanging tough I'm the leader, ain't no need to pretend Like an elevator up, I mean I'm on the ascend I ain't no east coast rapper, this is a southerner's song Be warned, it's hard to try and hold a project born Saying shit that you like, never wearing no Nike Fucking it up and all I need is my goddamn mic And a micstand, I don't need no band to play With a DJ like Rock and a partner like K in effect y'all Fucking suckers up like five It's Fila Fresh and I'm the toughest man alive! [DJ Rock] Na-na-na-na-na-naaaaa-nah [Fresh K] Yo, yo nigga you know you can't even fuck with this Do it, do it [DJ Rock] Na-na-na-na-na-naaaaa-nah [Fresh K] Yo, fool, you know you need to jet the fuck off Get the fuck out my face [The D.O.C.] Down from the beginning, hitting hard I'll admit They keep offering me money and I keep taking the shit And coolin' cool at the crib cause being cool's how I live But bucking up will get you rocked if you're a bullshit kid I like it stylistic, c'mon let's get with it Coming up with fresh new rhymes like I'm a mystic You see the D.O.C. and all the Fila I be splurging Yeah, I know it, you think that I'm encouraging You to steer wrong boy, so I can go off A quick run and when I'm done you bet not cough I'm an annihilator, standing a full 6'3" And I reall don't think you wanna fuck with me But then there's always those, clocking all your shows Getting all out of line trying to impress they hoes I know some niggas like that round the way who won't quit "It's the old top" Man shoot that muthafucking shit I'm physically tough, physically able I qualify Don't try that gangster bullshit here, this an't no I Spy You better chill out, that's if you wanna survive It's Fila Fresh and we're the toughest men alive [Fresh K] Yeah, for all you suckers who thought t'all was down, that's right, kicking that bullshit, yeah we in effect, that's right holmes, we in effect so get your bitch ass back before you be floating up a creek, know what I'm sayin? [DJ Rock] Float, float on... [Fresh K] Yeah, and if you want your beast to be deaf, call Dre before Monday! |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 2 : The Gift & The Curse (2002)
Jeah.. uhh.. it's what I do for a livin nigga Eat for a livin nigga (watcher) That's how I live for a livin nigga.. (watcher) Okay, let's do this (the watcher) [Verse One: Jay-Z] Things just ain't the same for gangsters But I'm a little too famous to shoot these pranksters All of these rap singers claimin they bangers Doin all sorts of twisted shit with they fingers Disrespectin the game, no home trainin or manners I was doin this shit when you was shittin Pampers I was movin them grams 'fore you, knew what a hand that hand was Duckin the vans, radars, the scanners 'Fore you knew what hard white to tame was I was hittin the turnpike, aight with the bammers I was nice with my hands, cuss aight with them hammers I was prickin my finger 'fore you knew what a Fam was I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was Three hundred mill' later, now you understand us Y'all ain't see us comin through Vegas You ever seen so much cham' bust in one night Grand fucked up one fight I was on the Peter Pan bus You was Peter Pan up in your room, y'all fuckin with whom? Allowed me to be taught You cowards is just now learnin the shit that we talk You niggaz ain't know about a Robb Report Bout a high speed Porsche, i.e. You niggaz ain't know how to floss 'til I came through the door like "Eric B. for Pres," respect me in this BITCH! You can't disrespect us cause you got a little check cut You was suckin for so long, fuckin your little neck up Now you too big for your britches, you got a few little bitches You think you Hugh Hefner, you just ridiculous I blew breath for you midgets, I gave life to the game It's only right I got the right to be king Niggaz that got life really like what I sing Cause they know is he really like, niggaz feel my pain Know the shit I DON'T write be the illest shit that's ever been recited in the game word to the hyphen in my NAME! J, A, Y, DASH, Hoffa The past present nigga the future, proper The holy trinity of hip-hop is us We give, Dre his props BUT that's where it stops It's the Roc [Chorus: Truth Hurts] I know, you got your eyes on me I feel you watchin me But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me You try, but what you think you saw Ain't what you thought you saw You bed-da off not lookin at all (Everywhere that I go, ain't the same as befo') (People I used to know, just don't know me no mo') (But everywhere that I go, I got people I know) (Who got people they know, so I suggest you lay low) [Verse Two: Dr. Dre] I'm still on top of the game Still droppin flames, still cock and aim Still at the top had the Roc for the fame over setbacks, there's been a lot since I came You seen it all, how I got, how I gained The momentum when it dropped, how I got through the pain When I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim the streets, they made a special spot for my name Dre, haters wanna stop to my reign But the music lives in me, every drop in my veins The pride and the pain All the way back from the rise of my name See the world clear through the eyes of the mane See the world chear for the rhymes that I gave When the beat bangs it'll drive them insane The eyes that I played The best to emerge in the game is The Watcher [Chorus] [Verse Three: Rakim] I'm "Rated R," my brain contains graphics thangs It turn traumatic teens into addicts, and fiends It's like, watchin a movie through a panoramic screen Which means, I can see the whole planet in the scene Cash is the topic, the object, a fatter pocket Some take the crack and chop it, but those that haven't got it take away the added profit, it's catastrophic I take the gat and cock it, and I'll sit back and watch it These New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully The world is mine and can't nobody keep it from me Yo, my neighborhood is never sunny In the place where the number one cause of death is money You can try copin I've seen enough shit to leave your frame of mind broken I'm still alive and scopin Be another hundred years 'til my skies close in And I'ma die with my eyes open, the watcher [echoes] [Chorus] |
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from Dr. Dre 2집 - 2001 (1999)
Things just ain't the same
for gangsters Times is changin young niggaz is agin Becomin O G's in the game and changin to make way for these new names and faces but the strangest things can happen from rappin when niggaz get wrapped up in image and actin Niggaz get capped up and wrapped in plastic and zipped up in bags when it happens that's it I've seen em come I've watched em go Watched em rise witnessed it and watched them blow Watched em all blossom and watched em grow Watched the lawsuits when they lost the dough Best friends and money I lost them both Went and visisted niggaz in the hospital and saw the same shit all across the globe I just sit back and watch the show everywhere that I go ain't the same as befo' People I used to know just don't know me no mo' But everywhere that I go I got people I know who got people they know So I suggest you lay low I moved out of the hood for good you blame me Niggaz aim mainly at niggaz they can't be But niggaz can't hit niggaz they can't see I'm out of sight now I'm out of they dang reach How would you feel if niggaz wanted you killed You'd probably move to a new house on a new hill and choose a new spot if niggaz wanted you shot I ain't a thug how much Tupac in you you got I ain't no bitch neither it's either my life or yo' life and I ain't leavin I like breathin Cause nigga we can go round for round Clip for clip shit fo'pound for pound Nigga if you really wanna take it there we can Just remember that you fuckin with a family man I got a lot more to lose than you remember that when you wanna come and fill these shoes everywhere that I go ain't the same as befo' People I used to know just don't know me no mo' But everywhere that I go I got people I know who got people they know So I suggest you lay low Things just ain't the same for gangstas Cops is anxious to put niggaz in handcuffs They wanna hang us see us dead or enslave us Keep us trapped in the same place we raised in Then they wonder why we act so outrageous Run around stressed out and pull out gauges Cause everytime you let the animal out cages It's dangerous to people who look like strangers But now we got a new era of gangsters Hustlers and youngsters livin amongst us Lookin at us now callin us bustaz Can't help but reminisce back when it was us Nigga we started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get It's funny how time fly I'm just havin fun just watchin it fly by everywhere that I go ain't the same as befo' People I used to know just don't know me no mo' But everywhere that I go I got people I know who got people they know So I suggest you lay |
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from Dr. Dre - Intentions [single] (2001)
Things just ain't the same
for gangsters Times is changin young niggaz is agin Becomin O G's in the game and changin to make way for these new names and faces but the strangest things can happen from rappin when niggaz get wrapped up in image and actin Niggaz get capped up and wrapped in plastic and zipped up in bags when it happens that's it I've seen em come I've watched em go Watched em rise witnessed it and watched them blow Watched em all blossom and watched em grow Watched the lawsuits when they lost the dough Best friends and money I lost them both Went and visisted niggaz in the hospital and saw the same shit all across the globe I just sit back and watch the show everywhere that I go ain't the same as befo' People I used to know just don't know me no mo' But everywhere that I go I got people I know who got people they know So I suggest you lay low I moved out of the hood for good you blame me Niggaz aim mainly at niggaz they can't be But niggaz can't hit niggaz they can't see I'm out of sight now I'm out of they dang reach How would you feel if niggaz wanted you killed You'd probably move to a new house on a new hill and choose a new spot if niggaz wanted you shot I ain't a thug how much Tupac in you you got I ain't no bitch neither it's either my life or yo' life and I ain't leavin I like breathin Cause nigga we can go round for round Clip for clip shit fo'pound for pound Nigga if you really wanna take it there we can Just remember that you fuckin with a family man I got a lot more to lose than you remember that when you wanna come and fill these shoes everywhere that I go ain't the same as befo' People I used to know just don't know me no mo' But everywhere that I go I got people I know who got people they know So I suggest you lay low Things just ain't the same for gangstas Cops is anxious to put niggaz in handcuffs They wanna hang us see us dead or enslave us Keep us trapped in the same place we raised in Then they wonder why we act so outrageous Run around stressed out and pull out gauges Cause everytime you let the animal out cages It's dangerous to people who look like strangers But now we got a new era of gangsters Hustlers and youngsters livin amongst us Lookin at us now callin us bustaz Can't help but reminisce back when it was us Nigga we started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get It's funny how time fly I'm just havin fun just watchin it fly by everywhere that I go ain't the same as befo' People I used to know just don't know me no mo' But everywhere that I go I got people I know who got people they know So I suggest you lay |
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from The Wash [ost] (2001)
As the wheels turn city to city, hundreds fold, chronic smoke
Twist up another philly (dun dilly) Them niggas still trippin off that old shit (really?) how silly It's a whole 'nother day (yeah yeah) Snoop Dogg (and Doc motherfuckin Dre) Nigga can ya feel this? It's the D-O-double, you don't run up, you won't see no trouble If you caught up in these fuckin streets Who you gon' call when them niggas gettin ready to blast? Yeah, and if that shit's gettin ugly Who you gon' call when them niggas come to gettin ya ass? (I came to get that ass!) Big dittog, push the big hittog Ya hoppin and poppin, how bout you hop up off my bittalls Got(GOT) dirt on my pittaws I(I) broke a few littaws It(IT) really don't matter cause I'm only here to spit on And get on, shit on niggas Do it to 'em D-O-double right on nigga I'm saggin it, baggin it, slang them Dubs You motherfuckers think The Wash is all soap and suds, whassup cuz? If you tryin to get a dub sack, page me The ho's say "D-Loc, you so crazy" Poppin that shit don't phase me I need my chips and the dip it's like gravy Now back to the lecture at hand Perfection is expected and I'm feelin that demand Los Ang, broad day gunnin That ain't no earthquake it's just Dre comin If this shit ain't played, the party ain't bumpin If I don't show up, the ho's ain't fuckin Cali sunshine, come visit Just don't stop at stop signs with bullet holes in it All Star league, you writin Benjamins I handles my business, FUCK fake niggas I sell game a quarter million a track Snoop and the good Doc back with a brand new sack Shit's wrong, money gone, I blast Out of town, out of bounds, no pass Runnin up, talkin shit, get smashed Shoot first, ask questions last Fallin back on that ass, hit the switch and let the ass just drag(zzzt zzt) 2001, 2002 Taz My nigga what you holdin? Step out with the Stacy's and the Snoop Dogg clothing Rollin, with the braids in my hair Crimped out, way pimped out, OH YEAH You gots to pay the cost to beat the boss After all that dirt I gots to get my shit washed The Wash (ahhhh) The Wash (ahh, ahh) The Wash (ahhhh, ahhh) |
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from Dr. Dre 1집 - The Chronic [Expicit Version] (1992)
[Dr Dre]
Cannabis Sativa Oh in the heart of LA known as the chronic Not to be confused with the bionic Even though it does cost six-million dollars, maaan Understannnd? AH HA HA Now we working with some new improved shit on this track Nevertheless not no stress Suck ass niggas So now we gonna move on and uh Light a big fat one up for the world And hit this once or twice and you'll be twice as nice get it? This is the chronic ah ha ha ha (play that motherfucker out there, nigga) [Chorus-] Make my bud the chronic I wants to get fucked up Make my shit the chronic I gots to fire it up I want the bomb I want the chronic I gots to get fucked up Make my bud the chronic Before I take it home [Dr Dre] Daamn my last joint Don't fuck with me fool Who got the dub sacks? Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooeeeeee This shorter than a motherfucker, maan (you can take it or leave it nigga) But I need a spliff right now (roll this shit up then nigga) And I don't want no *SESS* brother Its got to be the cronic know what I mean nigga cronic thats the bomb boy Now get me motherfuckin'zig-zag we straight (yeah nigga I got some) Or better yet, a muthafuckin'blunt (I got that shit) A Philly blunt that is [Chorus x2] [Dr Dre] God damn! I'm fucked (I'm fucked up to) That shit ain't no joke Ohh shit no I want no more I want shit Just leave me alone Just let me chill out and listen to this shit I'm highhh, that's fucked up! (Done while hook is playing:) What they put in this weed That's why they call this shit chronic Mmm, damn, damn! Shit, fucked up! Fucked up! Really, really though Naw, I cool as a motherfucker That shit, that shit's, that shit's craaaazy! I'm highhhh, damn Wooo I'm gonna fuck some shit up now (You can come and fuck me up) Mmm Hmm, triple cheeseburger, some fries and Mothafuckin' couple sodas and shit, and Hot apple turnover and all dat old shit nigga Wooo I'm gonna get my munch onnn!!! That blunt smell good as a motherfucker too I don't wanna hit no more of dat old shit That shit's not to be fucked with, not to be fucked with I'm highhhh Ooh nigga you can pass that to somebody else Nigga, I'm through for the night, really though, nigga Let's go get some fooooood Let's get up out this motherfucker Ahh, nigga don't be tryin to pass me that shit Nigga I told you I'm cool! Oh, madness (Ha I got another dub sack nigga hahaha) |
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from Dr. Dre 2집 - 2001 (1999)
La-da-da-da-dahh
It's the motherfuckin D-O-double-G SNOOP DOGG! La-da-da-da-dahh You know I'm mobbin with the D.R.E. YEAH YEAH YEAH You know who's back up in this MOTHERFUCKER! What what what what? So blaze the weed up then! Blaze it up, blaze it up! Just blaze that shit up nigga, yeah, 'sup Snoop?? Top Dogg, bite me all, nigga burn the shit up D-P-G-C my nigga turn that shit up C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah we hookin back up And when they bang this in the club baby you got to get up Thug niggaz drug dealers yeah they givin it up Lowlife, yo' life, boy we livin it up Takin chances while we dancin in the party fo' sho' Slip my hoe a forty-fo' and she got in the back do' Bitches lookin at me strange but you know I don't care Step up in this motherfucker just a-swangin my hair Bitch quit talkin, quick walk if you down with the set Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope from this jet Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap And if yo' ass get cracked, bitch shut yo' trap Come back, get back, that's the part of success If you believe in the X you'll be relievin your stress La-da-da-da-dahh It's the motherfuckin D.R.E. Dr. Dre MOTHERFUCKER! La-da-da-da-dahhh You know I'm mobbin with the D-O-double-G Straight off the fuckin streets of C-P-T King of the beats you ride to em in your Fleet Fleetwood or Coupe DeVille rollin on dubs How you feelin whoopty=whoop nigga whut? Dre and Snoop chronic'ed out in the 'llac with Doc in the back, sippin on 'gnac yeah Clip in the strap, dippin through hoods what hoods? Compton, Long Beach, Inglewood! South Central out to the Westside wessyde It's California Love, this California bud got a nigga gang of pub I'm on one, I might bail up in the Century Club with my jeans on, and my team strong Get my drink on, and my smoke on Then go home with, somethin to poke on whassup bitch? Loc it's on for the two-triple-oh Comin real, it's the next episode... Hold up, heyyyyyyyy for my niggaz who be thinkin we soft We don't, playyyyyyy We gon' rock it til the wheels fall off Hold up, heyyyyyyyy for my niggaz who be actin too bold Take a, seeaaaaaat Hope you ready for the next episode HeyyyeyyyeEYEYyyyEYYYY.... smoke weed everday! |
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from Dr. Dre - The Next Episode [single] (2000)
The Next Episode
(feat. Nate Dogg, Snoop Dogg) [Snoop Dogg] La-da-da-da-dahh It's the motherfuckin D-O-double-G (SNOOP DOGG!) La-da-da-da-dahh You know I'm mobbin with the D.R.E. (YEAH YEAH YEAH You know who's back up in this MOTHERFUCKER!) What what what what? (So blaze the weed up then!) Blaze it up, blaze it up! (Just blaze that shit up nigga, yeah, 'sup Snoop??) Top Dogg, bite me all, nigga burn the shit up D-P-G-C my nigga turn that shit up C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah we hookin back up And when they bang this in the club baby you got to get up Thug niggaz drug dealers yeah they givin it up Lowlife, yo' life, boy we livin it up Takin chances while we dancin in the party fo' sho' Slip my hoe a forty-fo' and she got in the back do' Bitches lookin at me strange but you know I don't care Step up in this motherfucker just a-swangin my hair Bitch quit talkin, quick walk if you down with the set Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope from this jet Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap And if yo' ass get cracked, bitch shut yo' trap Come back, get back, that's the part of success If you believe in the X you'll be relievin your stress [Snoop] La-da-da-da-dahh [Dre] It's the motherfuckin D.R.E. (Dr. Dre MOTHERFUCKER!) [Snoop] La-da-da-da-dahhh [Dre] You know I'm mobbin with the D-O-double-G [Dr. Dre] Straight off the fuckin streets of C-P-T King of the beats you ride to em in your Fleet (Fleetwood) or Coupe DeVille rollin on dubs How you feelin whoopty=whoop nigga whut? Dre and Snoop chronic'ed out in the 'llac with Doc in the back, sippin on 'gnac (yeah) Clip in the strap, dippin through hoods (what hoods?) Compton, Long Beach, Inglewood! South Central out to the Westside (wessyde) It's California Love, this California bud got a nigga gang of pub I'm on one, I might bail up in the Century Club with my jeans on, and my team strong Get my drink on, and my smoke on Then go home with, somethin to poke on (whassup bitch?) Loc it's on for the two-triple-oh Comin real, it's the next episode... [Nate Dogg] Hold up, heyyyyyyyy for my niggaz who be thinkin we soft We don't, playyyyyyy We gon' rock it til the wheels fall off Hold up, heyyyyyyyy for my niggaz who be actin too bold Take a, seeaaaaaat Hope you ready for the next episode HeyyyeyyyeEYEYyyyEYYYY.... .... smoke weed everday! |
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from Dr. Dre 2집 - 2001 (1999)
Since you finishin em early
what posessed you to start him We made a vow later we'll regret til death do us part Lord I thought we was made for each other You shouldn't connect those made to be taken away from each other Now what I'm supposed to do I'm only half the man that I was I'll never last cause my better half is up there with you You knew what you was doin when you made us so with all due respect you coulda forgave him you didn't have to take him He can take the game with him cause he defines the word The one who puts the G in it who you think put me in it I'm feelin like my whole world is blinded wonderin why Cryin pourin out my heart pourin out liquor behind it We fought like brothers somethin we never should do We coulda used time spent arguin tellin the truth He had talent too I had plans on watchin him grow Don't know what hurts more seein him leave or watchin him go Listen listen listen Listen listen listen Listen listen listen Listen mmm mmm mmm If you wanna know why why I live my life The way that I do cause I got to get this money So don't worry about me cause I know my way around I'm just hustlin everyday runnin this race makin this paper Youse a soldier you're probably packin heat up there Met up with homies from the street and got deep up there If you only knew the way I felt before they ruined the crew I thought I learned from Eazy now I'm goin through it with you We lost a thug a son and a father I spoke to your son the other day and told him Uncle Dre got him The Lord must be accidentally pulling your file cause I'm still paging you 911 straight in denial Prayin you get it but no man can choose the card he was dealt You either quit or you gon' play it like you get it I done been through all emotions from in shock to keepin a poker face to straight breakin down and showin all emotions I'm anxious to believe in real G's don't cry If that's the truth then I'm realizin I ain't no gangsta It's just not me but you know I'ma always ride wit you I miss you sometimes I wish I just died wit you Listen listen listen Listen listen listen Listen listen listen Listen If you wanna know why why I live my life The way that I do cause I got to get this money So don't worry about me don't worry don't worry worry I'm just hustlin everyday runnin this race makin this paper Listen if you don't know why I you gotta listen up right now listen listen listen listen listen listen listen listen children listen I'm tryin to tell you somethin good Don't get caught up in the hood if you don't know why you gotta find out the reason why brother brother |
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from Dr. Dre 2집 - 2001 (1999)
[Dr. Dre]
This one is for my brother, Tyree, R.I.P. .. [Mary J. Blige sings in the background] .. A message to God .. [Mary J. Blige sings in the background] .. [Dr. Dre] Since you finishin em early, what posessed you to start him? We made a vow - later we'll regret til death do us part Lord, I thought we was made for each other You shouldn't connect those, made to be taken away from each other Now what I'm supposed to do? I'm only half the man that I was I'll never last, cause my better half is up there with you You knew what you was doin when you made us; so with all due respect you coulda forgave him, you didn't have to take him He can take the game with him, cause he defines the word The one who puts the G in it, who you think put me in it? I'm feelin like my whole world is blinded - wonderin why Cryin, pourin out my heart, pourin out liquor behind it We fought like brothers, somethin we never should do We coulda used time spent arguin tellin the truth He had talent too - I had plans on watchin him grow Don't know what hurts more - seein him leave, or watchin him go [Mary J. Blige] Listen listen listen.. (listen) whoahh (listen) Listen listen listen.. (better listen) whoahh-oahhh-oahhh Listen listen listen.. [harmonizing] Listen.. mmm-mmm-mmm [Rell + (Mary)] If you wanna know why.. (why I live my life) The way that I do.. (cause I got to get this money) So don't worry about me.. (cause I know my way around) I'm just hustlin everyday, runnin this race, makin this paper [Dr. Dre] Youse a soldier, you're probably packin heat up there Met up with homies from the street, and got deep up there If you only knew the way I felt before they ruined the crew I thought I learned from Eazy, now I'm goin through it with you We lost a thug, a son, and a father I spoke to your son, the other day, and told him Uncle Dre got him The Lord must be accidentally pulling your file cause I'm still paging you, 911, straight in denial Prayin you get it, but no man can choose the card he was dealt You either quit, or you gon' play it like you get it I done been through all emotions, from in shock, to keepin a poker face to straight breakin down and showin all emotions I'm anxious to believe in real G's don't cry If that's the truth, then I'm realizin I ain't no gangsta It's just not me, but you know I'ma always ride wit you I miss you, sometimes I wish I just died wit you [Mary J. Blige] Listen listen listen.. (listen) whoahh (listen) Listen listen listen.. whoahh-oahhh-oahhh Listen listen listen.. [harmonizing] Listen.. eyy-eyy-eyy-yeah-yeahh [Rell + (Mary)] If you wanna know why.. (why I live my life) The way that I do.. (cause I got to get this money) So don't worry about me.. (don't worry, don't worry worry) I'm just hustlin everyday, runnin this race, makin this paper [Mary J. Blige] yeah, yeah, ahhh-oooh-oahahahhhhh.. listen.. mmmmmmmmmhmhmhmmmmmm.. if you don't know why I.. you gotta listen up right now lis-ten, lis-ten, lis-ten, lis-ten.. oooooooooh... oahahoooohhh ooooha ohhhhh lis-ten, lis-ten ahhhowooooo yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah-ehh-yeah, yeah-ooeooooh yahhooooohahhooooh listen lis-ten, children lis-ten I'm tryin to tell you somethin good Don't get caught up in the hood Yeahhh-hah, yeahhh-hah, aooooooh if you don't know why.. you gotta find out the reason why.. brother.. brother.. |
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from Dr. Dre 1집 - The Chronic [Expicit Version] (1992)
Yes may I help you
Hello I had a 12 o' clock appointment with Dr. Dre Well Dr. Dre is with another patient right now Would you like to reschedule Reschedule um it must be a mistake I must see him I had a 12 o'clock appointment No it's no mistake Look Dr. Dre is with another patient either you can wait or reschedule Look I understand all of that No apparently you don't understand You know I'm a working person and And I work too Just where is Dr. Dre I need to see him Well open up the door and you'll see his big dick fuckin somebody ::Moaning:: Give it to me Give it to me ::Moaning:: |
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from N.W.A - Efil4zaggin (2003)
What we gonna do right here is go back
Now this is some shit that's from, 'The Dayz of Wayback' When niggas in Compton first started to jack When the bitches wouldn't give you no pussy if you wasn't sellin' drug So many bitches in my neighborhood got mugged They always loved that shit, they want a nigga that's sellin' Ks But nowadays they workin' at Mickey D's But in 'The Dayz of Wayback' I couldn't be laid-back Because I needed ends and I made that I get the nine from my nigga that he lend me and Start robbin' muthafuckas just like cowboys and Indians Anything it took to get paid A nigga like Ren already had the plane made And I was in it to win it and not to lose And shit, it start blowin' up, once I lit the fuse And police couldn't touch me because I was payin 'em But not with no money, yo, I was frayin' 'em And never get caught because nobody is snitch But one hoe did, so Ren had to shoot the bitch Now she's in a coffin and my life is better off and 'Cuz everybody knows who's the bossin' That black nigga that they call Ren You fuck with me, you gotta fuck with a Mac-10 So listen to me as I reminisce, 'The Dayz of Wayback' So check it out y'all It was once a time in, 'The Dayz of Wayback' When niggas was gettin' jacked In fact it was one I used to pass through up And kickin' ass through up Muthafuckin' Compton Massacre Now let me tell you a little something about Compton When I was a kid and puttin' my bid in Yo, Compton was like still water just strictly calm Now it's like muthafuckin' Vietnam Everybody killin', tryin' to make a killin' Niggas stealin', muthafuckas willin' to dealin' With so many ways to come up The average nigga didn't give a fuck About another muthafucka in this game and Claimin' what he claimin', livin' like he livin', killin' after killin' Murder was a dirty job, to rob a dead man Was the best plan 'cuz a dead man never ran But now your best friend is your worst friend Greed, cash the fee, make a me more some of what you holdin' So now your shit is stolen and you and your niggas start rollin' Yo, to get your shit back ain't a word of Muff, it's more murder, more murder, more murder They wanna make you think that it's a crack thang Or a black thang Or some niggas in a muthafuckin' gang But guns and money, they go together like the Ku Klux Klan A nigga brung up and strung up Why do I call myself a nigga, you ask me? Rememberin' the days that's past me Yo, never givin' niggas a chance to rest The ghetto is like a fuckin' survival test And number one way for you to pass Yo, get treated like a king and they'll crown your ass They never in the wrong though, so I made a song so Muthafuckas had know If, yo, livin' situations make you wanna get a gat That's 'cuz you livin' in, 'The Dayz of Wayback' |
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from Dr. Dre 1집 - The Chronic [Expicit Version] (1992)
The Day The Niggaz Took Over
(feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg, RBX, Dat Nigga Daz) [Intro: guy talking] I'ma say this and I'ma gettin mine. If you ain't down for the Africans here in the United States, period point blank. If you ain't down for the ones that suffer in South Africa from apartheid and shit. Devil you need to step your punk ass to the side and let us brothers and us Africans step in and start puttin some funk in that ass [Hook:] Break em off sometin [8x] [Chorus: Snoop Doggy Dogg] I got my finger on the trigger so niggaz wonder why But livin in the city it's do-or-die [repeat] [Verse One: Dat Nigga Daz] They wonder where me bailin and don't really understand The reason why they take me life and me ???? hand Me not out for peace and me not Rodney King Me gun goes click, me gun goes bang Them riot in Compton and them riot in Long Beach Them rion in they Lakers and don't really wanna see niggaz start to loot and police start to shoot Lock it down at seven o'clock, then again it's like Beirut Me don't show no love cuz it's us against them Them never ever love me cuz it's sport to break de, and kill at my own risk if I may Delay to spray with my AK and put it to rest [Interlude: news report] Yes we have. There have been riots, ahh, rioting, well I don't wanna say rioting but there's been looting downtown, but right now Bree, what I want to show you is, they have started fires down at the end of the street [Bridge:] [All] How many niggaz are ready to lose? [Snoop] Yeah, so what you wanna do? [Dre] What you wanna do? [All] I said how many niggas are ready to lose [RBX] Got myself an Uzi and my brother a 9 [Interlude: guy talking] Nobody told us today, in otherwords, You're still a slave. No matter how much money you got, you still ain't shit [Verse Two: Dr. Dre] Sittin in my livin room calm and collected Feelin mad, gotta get mine respected cuz what I just heard broke me in half and half the niggaz I know, plus the niggaz on the Row, is bailin Laugh now but cry much later Ya see when niggas get together they get mad cuz they can't fade us Like my niggas from South Central, Los Angeles They find that they couldn't handle us Bloods, Crips on the same squad with the Ese's thumpin, nigga it's time ta rob and mob (And break the white man off somthin lovely, biddy-bye-bye I don't love dem so they can't love me) Yo straight puttin down gettin my scoot on Let's jump in off in Compton so I gots ta get my loot on and come up on me some furniture or sometin Got a VCR in the back of my car that I ganked from the Slauson Swap Meet And motherfuckers better not try to stop me Cuz they will see that I can't be stopped Cuz I'ma cock my Glock and pop til they all drop [Interlude: news report] There has been videotape and you can see of the, aah, some of the crowd throwin things at the officers And swingin at them as well. Like there was a young woman there. You see she took a swing at an officer with some object in her hand [Bridge:] [All] How many niggaz are ready to lose? [Snoop] Yeah, so what you wanna do? [Dre] What you wanna do? [All] I said how many niggas are ready to lose [RBX] Got myself an Uzi and my brother a 9 [Chorus: RBX] I got my finger on the trigger so niggaz wonder why But livin in the city it's do-or-die [repeat] [Verse Three: RBX] One-time trigger happy, no nigga love 187 time, time to grab the glove Can't get prints so a 9 I throw away or get prints so my Uzi witta spray POP POP POP another motherfucker drop And I get relived like *?Bop Bop says?* smash, I crashed his head like a window I ain't no dead do', I'm high off the indo Creepin with the quickness to the cut Bust one to his head while he munches on that donut And cracker so now he best to back up I guess I gots ta pack up, fillin the clip up, I zip up- town, the motherfuckin cops are all around Helicopters flyin These motherfuckers tryin to catch me and stretch me on Death Row but hell no's the poor black refuse to go [Interlude: news report] This is now coverin a very, very wide area of Los Angeles where these fires have been, aah, ignited. I mean, from here to the, aah, to the south end of South Central is a long way [Hook:] Break em off sometin [8x] [Verse Four: Dat Nigga Daz] The outcome of this is destruction so the more fall Niggaz don't give a fuck so tem bust and before niggaz backin up three black shows No justice so they copied ya right and here I am again, me, turn the other cheek, me Be too many wigs got me 9 to my tights so me bust, flick cuz he don't give a fuck and me don't give a fuckin of my problems In with their FUCK FUCK [Outro: Snoop Doogy Dogg] Blak blam, blam to dem fall Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg, biddy-bye Dr Dre him bust gun shots Diggity Daz and RBX them bust gun shots Come again! |
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from Dr. Dre 1집 - The Chronic [Expicit Version] (1992)
This is dedicated ta da n*ggaz dat been down from day one
Welcome to Death Row Like we always do about this time Ha ha ha yeah 9 deuce Death Row Records Creepin while ya sleepin N*ggaz wit attitudes Naw loc N*ggaz on a muthaf*ckin mission What up n*ggaz and n*gga-ettes That crazy-*ss n*gga'z back In da muthaf*ckin hizz-ouse The notorious Compton G D.R.E. On the solo tip F*ck da muthafoes What up Ren Yeuh Droppin chronic flakes on yo *ss beotch Westcoast flavor N*ggaz dat talk sh*t Get delt wit real quick So if you wanna take a trip to da row Let a n*gga like Snoop Doggy Dogg know Protected by n*ggaz wit big d*cks, A.K.'s, and 187 skills So if it's a must you test us We can handle it in da streets n*gga F*ck makin records Yeah G's up hoes down If dat b*tch can't swim She bound da drizzown Peace to my n*gga Drizzae Another platinum hit n*gga Peace to da D.O.C. Still makin it funky enough And Death Row records is in full muthaf*ckin affizzect Oh Yeah P.S. f*ck Mr. RORK AND TATTOO A.K.A. Jerry and EaZy Sincirly yours Deez muthaf*ckin n*ts I don't love Eazy I don't love Jerry I don't love Ruthless records Frankly I don't love nothin they got to do with But you know what I whant you da do for me Jerry and Eazy Check this sh*t out right here I want y'all ta put deez bizzalls In ya jizzaws And walk um like a strizzaw Tell me what ya sizzaw Yeah Y'all know what F*ck all y'all F*ck y'all Really though It's Death Row n*gga You better ask somebody You really better ask somebody Yeah n*gga You'z a penguin lookin muthaf*cka |
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from Dr. Dre 2집 - 2001 (1999)
yo, re-re, come on man, lets get the fuck up out of here, man.
all right baby, all right speedy, im coming, damn! took a motherfuckin?hour to get dressed, i told you i was gonna be here over this motherfucker, i wanna be in and out. now, dont fuck around over here. and baby, im lookin good, all right, im lookin good im sayin, fuck that man, im tryin to get the fuck up out of here, man. all right, all right, im comin! damn! shit! yo, yo! yo, hold it, hold it! whassup, this shit? you know the people right there? you know those Motherfuckers right there? no nigga, i dont know, you paranoid... what the fuck they lookin at? im sayin you aint seen the motherfuckers ridin past lookin all at me and shit! nigga, you trippin, now you trippin...aw, nigga you trippin, lets go, scary-ass nigga you hidin?somethin, lets keep... man, fuck that man, get in the car, man aw, goddamn told you dont fuck around over here and shit whatever... (tries to start car) aw... (tries to start car) damn, what the fucks up with this shit? you didnt put no gas in this raggedy motherfucker, goddamn! (tries to start car) i just got a tune-up the other day, man! my shit and all that. haha...aint this a bitch, pined-out pete. (tries to start car) lets keep, oh my goodness man, shut the fuck up, let me start my motherfuckin shit (tries to start car) Fuck you, nigga, take me... (loud boom as car explodes) |
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from Dr. Dre 1집 - The Chronic [Expicit Version] (1992)
[Dr. Dre:]
Damn, it seems that always is somethin' with the fuckin' TV, man! I'm sorry! Muthafuckin' cable off Shit, I make it... hey, bring me somethin' to drink Yeah, the muthafuckin' Crazy was to do, I don't worry Damn, ain't shit on this muthafucker. Oh shit. What the fuck is this? "Show intro starts to play" Hey, muthafuckers, welcome back to The $20 Sack Pyramid I'm your host muthafuckin' O.G. Henny Loug & we're back with our 2 final contestants Duck muthafuckin' Mouth & Bootny Lee Farnsworth They'll be playin' for a $20 Sack of Indo & a 35 dollar gift certificate to the Compton swap meet Alright y'all beotches got 30 seconds to answer 5 muthafuckin' questions Lani. Your ready wit that clock? Well let the games begin. Alright, man, we got to do this shit, man Hell yeah, man, fuck that the whole neighborhood is watchin' & everybody's watchin' We can do this shit right now We gotta do this shit right now, Okay. You ready? Hell yeah man, come on! Hey man, you ready? I'm ready. I'm ready, let's go! "clock is ticking" Indo! Uhh ... uhhh ... Caby! .. uhhh Booter! Shit, shit I used to sell ... uhhhm Hocus Pocus Oh, things that people smoke! Right! That's it that's it. Oh, oh fuck me in the ass Oh, Oh, step to me & let me suck your dick Oh, things that Tim Dawg was sayin' Yeah, that's it right now Oh yeah! Come on keep goin' man, hurry up! Uhh, uhh, VCR's, oh, TV's & shit All them sox & shit Oh, that box in your room & shit Oh, Oh, I shit came up on loot! That's it, That's it right there Yeah, that's it come on hurry up, man, hurry up. Uhh, En Vogue, oh, Halle, Halle, Halle Berry. Shit. Bitches? Oh, bad bitches? Yo, uhh, your Auntie Clarisse Oh, bitches I wanna fuck That shit right there, that shit Come on, hurry up we got 5 seconds Okay, Okay, oh, oh, I know Doc Dre gonna do my music & shit, uhh, uhh Snoop & me, we go to the swap meet Oh! oh, I know, I know! Things that niggas be sayin' to get the pussy! That's it, that's it right there! That shit, That shit. Give me my muthafuckin' weed, Give me my muthafuckin' weed! It's alright, baby! Give me my weed, give me my $35 to go to the muthafuckin' swap meet! Bitch! Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh ... I'm in the money, I'm in the money, I'm in the money, I'm in the money!!!! "Show theme song outro" |
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from Dr. Dre 1집 - The Chronic [Expicit Version] (1992)
Yes, it is I says me
And although agree are more than three, cause they're we *laughter* Yes, yo!, I'm in the house now for sure Because I wanna talk about the hearts of men Who knows what evil lurks within them But lets take a travel down the blindside And see what we find on this... Path... Called... Verse One: Kurupt Stranded on Death Row, so duck when I swing my shit I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits The gangsta type, what I recite's kinda lethal Niggaz know, the flow that I kick, there's no equal I'm murderin niggaz, Yo, and maybe because of the tone I kicks when I grip the mic and kick shit Niggaz can't fuck with So remember I go hardcore, and slam Nuff respect like a sensei, ba-bash like Van Damme So any nigga that claim they bossin What don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson Take a walk through the hood when we up to no good Slangin them things like a real O.G. should, I'm stackin and mackin and packin a ten so When you're slippin, I slip the clip in But ain't no set tripppin Cause it's Death Row, rollin like the mafia Think about whoopin some ass, but what the fuck stoppin ya Ain't nathin but a buster I'm Stranded on Death Row for pumpin slugs in motherfuckers Now you know you're outdone Feel the shotgun, Kurupt - inmate, cell block one Verse Two: RBX No prevention from this mention of sorts Your're a victim, from my driveby of thoughts No extensions, all attempts are to fail Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braile From the lunatic, I death like arsenic When I kick up wicked raps Dr. Dre will kick the scratch With treachery, my literary form will blast And totally surpass the norm Not a storm, plural, make it, many storms When I'm vexed, I fly leg necks and arms In this dimension, I'm the presenter And the inventor, and the tormentor Deranged, like the hillside strangler MC mangler, tough like Wrangler I write a rhyme, hard as concrete Step to the heat and get burned like mesquite So what you wanna do The narrator RBX, cell block two Verse Three: Lady of Rage Rage, lyrical murderer Stranded on Death Row And now I'm servin a lifetime sentence There'll be no repentence Since it's the life that I choose to lead I plead guilty On all counts let the ball bounce where it may It's just another clip into my AK Buck em down with my underground tactics Facts and stacks of clips on my mattress Bed frame there's another dead pain Layin lain with the shame, who's to blame Me, the lady of Rage On when I'm comin from the D-E-A-T-H in R-O-W takin, no shit So flip and you're bound to get dropped It's 187 on motherfuckers don't stop Handcuffed as I bust there'll be no debate It's Rage, from cell block eight Verse Four: Snoop Doggy Dogg And yo steppin through the fog And creepin through the smog It's the number one nigga from the hood, Doggy Dogg Makin videos, now I stay in Hollywood Bustin raps for my snaps now they call me Eastwood Dre is the doctor and my homey little nigga Warren G is my hand and my hand's on the trigga Shootin at the hoes with the game that I got Sent to death row cause I wanted to make a grip from servin my rocks And I'm still, servin for mines, peace To my motherfuckin homies doin time In the pen and the county jail Mobbin with your blues on, mad as hell And you say yeah fuck the police And all the homies on the streets is all about peace And it's drivin the cops crazy But ain't nuttin but a black thing bay-bee, uhhh No I'm not flaggin, but I'm just saggin I betcha don't wanna see the D-O double G And you can't see, the D-R to the E Or my motherfuckin homey D.O.C. You know you can't fuck with my motherfuckin DJ That's my homey and we call him Warren G Yeah, and you don't stop Doggy Dogg break em down with the motherfuckin Dogg Pound That's the only way we'll beat em man We gotta smoke em, then choke em Like the motherfuckin peter man It's like three and to the two And two and to the one Cell block four peace Doggy Dogg's done Outtro : Bushwick Bill Yo, now you know the path I'm on You think you're strong, see if you can travel on Cause only the weak, will try to speak Those who are quiet, will always cause riots There's three types of people in the world Those who don't know what happened Those who wonder what happened And people like us from the streets that MAKE things happen! |
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from Dr. Dre - The Chroni Cle (2002)
Yes, it is I says me
And although agree are more than three, cause they're we *laughter* Yes, yo!, I'm in the house now for sure Because I wanna talk about the hearts of men Who knows what evil lurks within them But lets take a travel down the blindside And see what we find on this... Path... Called... Verse One: Kurupt Stranded on Death Row, so duck when I swing my shit I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits The gangsta type, what I recite's kinda lethal Niggaz know, the flow that I kick, there's no equal I'm murderin niggaz, Yo, and maybe because of the tone I kicks when I grip the mic and kick shit Niggaz can't fuck with So remember I go hardcore, and slam Nuff respect like a sensei, ba-bash like Van Damme So any nigga that claim they bossin What don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson Take a walk through the hood when we up to no good Slangin them things like a real O.G. should, I'm stackin and mackin and packin a ten so When you're slippin, I slip the clip in But ain't no set tripppin Cause it's Death Row, rollin like the mafia Think about whoopin some ass, but what the fuck stoppin ya Ain't nathin but a buster I'm Stranded on Death Row for pumpin slugs in motherfuckers Now you know you're outdone Feel the shotgun, Kurupt - inmate, cell block one Verse Two: RBX No prevention from this mention of sorts Your're a victim, from my driveby of thoughts No extensions, all attempts are to fail Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braile From the lunatic, I death like arsenic When I kick up wicked raps Dr. Dre will kick the scratch With treachery, my literary form will blast And totally surpass the norm Not a storm, plural, make it, many storms When I'm vexed, I fly leg necks and arms In this dimension, I'm the presenter And the inventor, and the tormentor Deranged, like the hillside strangler MC mangler, tough like Wrangler I write a rhyme, hard as concrete Step to the heat and get burned like mesquite So what you wanna do The narrator RBX, cell block two Verse Three: Lady of Rage Rage, lyrical murderer Stranded on Death Row And now I'm servin a lifetime sentence There'll be no repentence Since it's the life that I choose to lead I plead guilty On all counts let the ball bounce where it may It's just another clip into my AK Buck em down with my underground tactics Facts and stacks of clips on my mattress Bed frame there's another dead pain Layin lain with the shame, who's to blame Me, the lady of Rage On when I'm comin from the D-E-A-T-H in R-O-W takin, no shit So flip and you're bound to get dropped It's 187 on motherfuckers don't stop Handcuffed as I bust there'll be no debate It's Rage, from cell block eight Verse Four: Snoop Doggy Dogg And yo steppin through the fog And creepin through the smog It's the number one nigga from the hood, Doggy Dogg Makin videos, now I stay in Hollywood Bustin raps for my snaps now they call me Eastwood Dre is the doctor and my homey little nigga Warren G is my hand and my hand's on the trigga Shootin at the hoes with the game that I got Sent to death row cause I wanted to make a grip from servin my rocks And I'm still, servin for mines, peace To my motherfuckin homies doin time In the pen and the county jail Mobbin with your blues on, mad as hell And you say yeah fuck the police And all the homies on the streets is all about peace And it's drivin the cops crazy But ain't nuttin but a black thing bay-bee, uhhh No I'm not flaggin, but I'm just saggin I betcha don't wanna see the D-O double G And you can't see, the D-R to the E Or my motherfuckin homey D.O.C. You know you can't fuck with my motherfuckin DJ That's my homey and we call him Warren G Yeah, and you don't stop Doggy Dogg break em down with the motherfuckin Dogg Pound That's the only way we'll beat em man We gotta smoke em, then choke em Like the motherfuckin peter man It's like three and to the two And two and to the one Cell block four peace Doggy Dogg's done Outtro : Bushwick Bill Yo, now you know the path I'm on You think you're strong, see if you can travel on Cause only the weak, will try to speak Those who are quiet, will always cause riots There's three types of people in the world Those who don't know what happened Those who wonder what happened And people like us from the streets that MAKE things happen! |
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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton (1988)
Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes When I'm called off, I got a sawed off Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off You too, boy, if ya fuck with me The police are gonna hafta come an |
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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton (1988)
Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes When I'm called off, I got a sawed off Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off You too, boy, if ya fuck with me The police are gonna hafta come an |
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from The N.W.A Legacy Volume 1 1988-1998 (1999)
Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes When I'm called off, I got a sawed off Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off You too, boy, if ya fuck with me The police are gonna hafta come an |
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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton [Explicit Version] (2000)
Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes When I'm called off, I got a sawed off Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off You too, boy, if ya fuck with me The police are gonna hafta come an |
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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton [Explicit Version] (2000)
Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes When I'm called off, I got a sawed off Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off You too, boy, if ya fuck with me The police are gonna hafta come an |
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from Ali G Indahouse (못말리는 알리) by Adam F [ost] (2002)
Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes When I'm called off, I got a sawed off Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off You too, boy, if ya fuck with me The police are gonna hafta come an |
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from N.W.A - N.W.A And Their Family Tree (2008)
Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes When I'm called off, I got a sawed off Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off You too, boy, if ya fuck with me The police are gonna hafta come an |
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from Dr. Dre 2집 - 2001 (1999)
It's still Dre Day nigga
AK nigga Before I chrom the lot can't keep it home a lot Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock You hear the bass from the trunk when I'm on the block Ladies they pay homage but haters say Dre fell off How nigga My last album was The Chronic They want to know if he still got it They say rap's changed they want to know how I feel about it If you ain't up on pace Dr Dre is the name I'm ahead of my game Still puffing my leafs still furk with the beats Still not loving police Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease Still got love for the streets repping 213 Still the beat bangs still doing my thang Since I left ain't too much changed still I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets it's the D R E I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets it's the D R E Since the last time you heard from me I lost a friend Well hell me and Snoop we dipping again Kept my ear to the streets signed Eminem He's triple platinum doing 50 a week Still stay close to the heat And even when I was close to defeat I rose to my feet My life's like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat Treat my rap like Cali weed I smoke till I sleep Wake up in the AM compose a beat I bring the fire till you're soaking in your seat It's not a fuke it's been tried I'm the troop It's Turn Out the Lights from the World Class Wreckin' Crue I'm still at it After mathmatic In the home of drivebys and ak matics Swap meets sticky green and bad traffic I dip through then I get skin D R E I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets it's the D R E I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets it's the D R E It ain't nothing but more hot shit Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with Whether you're cooling on a corner with your fly bitch Laid back in the shack play this track I'm representing for the gangstas all across the world Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl I'll break your neck damn near put your face in your lap nigga Try to be the king but the ace is back So if you ain't up on thangs Dr Dre be the name still running the game Still got it wrapped like a mummy Still ain't tripping love to see young blacks get money Spend time out the hood take they moms out the hood Hit my boys off with jobs no more living hard Barbeques every day driving fancy cars Still gon' get mine regardless I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets it's the D R E I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets it's the D R E I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets it's the D R E right back up in ya '95 plus four pennies Add that shit up D R E right back on top of thangs' Smoke some with your dog No stress no seeds no sims no sticks Some of that real sticky icky A weed put it in the air For you's a fool D R E |
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from Hip Hop: The Collection 2008 [Explicit Version] (2008)
[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Yeah nigga, I'm still fuckin' wit ya Still waters run deep. Still Snoop Dogg & D.R.E. '99 nigga. [Dr. Dre:] Guess who's back? [Snoop Dogg:] Still, still doin' that shit, huh Dre? [Dr. Dre:] Oh for show. [Snoop Dogg:] Yeah. [Dr. Dre:] Check me out. [Verse 1: Dr. Dre] It's still Dre Day nigga, AK nigga Though I've grown alot, can't keep it home alot 'Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock You hear the bass from the truck when I'm on the block Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off. How nigga? My last album was The Chronic They want to know if he still got it They say rap's changed, they want to know how I feel about it. [Snoop Dogg:] If you ain't up on things. [Dr. Dre:] Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my gang Still puffin' my leafs Still fuck with the beats Still not lovin' police. [Snoop Dogg:] Uh uh. [Dr. Dre:] Still rock my khakis with a cuff & a crease. [Snoop Dogg:] For show. [Dr. Dre:] Still got love for the streets, reppin' 213. [Snoop Dogg:] For life. [Dr. Dre:] Still the beats bang, still doin' my thing Since I left ain't too much changed, still. (Chorus - twice) [Snoop Dogg:] I'm representin' for them gangsta's all across the world. (Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-low's girl. [Dr. Dre:] Still takin' my time to perfect a beat & I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E. [2nd Verse: Dr. Dre] Since the last time you heard from me I lost some friends Well, hell, me & Snoop, we dippin' again Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem He's triple platinum, doin' 50 a week Still, I stay close to the heat & even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet My life's like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat Treat rap like Cali weed, I smoke 'til I sleep Wake up in the AM compose a beat I bring the fire 'til your soakin' in your seat It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the truth Since "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin' Cru I'm still at it, After-mathematics In the home of drive-by's & Akmatics Swap meets, sticky green & bad traffic I dip through then I get skin, D.R.E. (Chorus - twice) [Snoop Dogg:] I'm representin' for them gangsta's all across the world. (Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-low's girl. [Dr. Dre:] Still takin' my time to perfect the beat & I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E. [Verse 3: Dr. Dre] It ain't nothin' but more hot shit Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with Whether your coolin' on a corner wit your fly bitch Laid back in the shack, play this track I'm representin' for the gangsta's all across the world. Still... [Snoop Dogg:] Hittin' them corners in them low-low's girl. [Dr. Dre:] I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap Niggas try to be the king but the ace is back. [Snoop Dogg:] So if you ain't up on things. [Dr. Dre:] Dr. Dre be the name still runnin' the game Still, got it wrapped like a mummy Still ain't trippin' love to see young blacks get money Spend time out the hood, take they mom's out the hood Hit my boys off with jobs, no more livin' hard Barbecue's every day, drivin' fancy cars Still gon' get mine regardless. (Chorus - 3 times) [Snoop Dogg:] I'm representin' for them gangsta's all across the world (Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-low's girl. [Dr. Dre:] Still takin' my time to perfect the beat & I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E. [Outro: Snoop Dogg] Right back up in your muthafuckin' ass '95 plus 4 pennies! Add that shit up, D.R.E. right back up on top of things Smoke somethin' wit your dog No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks! Some of that real sticky-icky-icky Oooh wee! Put it in the air Oh you's a fool D.R. [laugh] |
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from Eminem - The Marshall Mathers Lp (2000)
Eminem: Heyyy!
Steve: Hey, Em, what's up? Eminem: Steve Berman. What's goin' on, man, how you doin? Good to see you again. What's up? Steve: Em, could you come here and have a seat, please? Eminem: Umm, yeah, what's... Steve: Vannessa, shut the door. Secretary: Okay. Eminem: So what's up? How's orders looking for the first week? Steve: It would be better if you gave me nothing at all. Eminem: Wh- Steve: This album is less than nothing. I can't sell this fucking record. Eminem: Wha- Steve: Do you know what's happening to me out there? Eminem: Wh-wha-what's the problem? Steve: Violent Ground told me to go fuck myself! Eminem: Who's Violent...? Steve: Tower Records told me to shove this record up my ass! Do you know what it feels like to be told to have a record shoved up your ass? Eminem: But, I- Steve: I'm gonna lose my fuckin' job over this. You know why Dre's record was so successful? He's rappin' about big-screen tv's, blunts, 40's and bitches. You're rappin' about homosexuals and Vicadin. Eminem: I mean- Steve: I can't sell this shit! Eminem: What- Steve: Either change the record or it's not coming out! Eminem: What, I- Steve: Now get the fuck out of my office! Eminem: What am I supposed- Steve: NOW! Eminem: Alright man, whatever. |
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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton (1988)
[Dre] Ah yeah, yo Ren, yo ready to do this shit ?
[Ren] Yeah, Dre, let's rip shit up [Dre] Hey, yo Yella Boy, why don't you kick me one of them funky beats ? [Ren] Yo, we got my homeboy Eazy E in the house [Dre] Compton's definately in the house. Yo Ren, whatta we gonna call this ? Tell'em what yo name is ? [Ren] Yeah something like that [Dre] Allright, let's kick this shit on the one Kick it [Ren] Back by demand, now it's big as fuck because you as the public, you should know what's up "Compton's in the House" was more than gold, it was a hit cause it was based on some crazy shit So our final conclusion has been permitted Punks made us a target and knew that we'd hit it But that was a part of showbizz [Dre] Hey yo homeboy, why don't you tell'em what your name is ? [Ren] Well for the record it's Ren, and for the street it's villain And strapped with a gat, it's more like Matt Dillon on "Gunsmoke", but not a man of the law I'm just the baddest motherfucker that you ever saw See, I peep and then I creep on a fool Get my bloodpressure high but still stay cool Dig a grave of a nigga lookin' up to me that really had the nerve that he could fuck with me Who was the man in the mass, while I was waitin' to axe you know, it's MC Ren kickin' mucho ass Gettin' respect in showbizz Hey yo homeboy [Dre: Whassup ?] Why don't you tell'em what yo name is ? [Dre] Dre, the motherfuckin' doctor, bitch hopper The sucker-motherfucker stopper Back with a vocal track that's a fresh one so now, let's get the motherfuckin' session goin', flowin'. It's time to start throwin' rhymes. So keep in mind all the suckers I'm blowin' cause I'm a start showin' the time Never sayin' I'm the best and just goin' for mine Unlike a lotta suckers who claim they're gettin' busy when their records only make good frisbees You need to stop runnin' off the mouth Stop and think before you put some whack bullshit out It's not difficult, in fact it's kinda simple to create something funky that's original You need to talk about the place to be who you are, what you got, about a suck MC [Dre] Oh yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about, Ren, You know what I'm sayin' ? [Ren] Yeah, I know what you're sayin', Dre, but you still ain't told'em enough, man [Dre] Allright, Allright Well, let's kick one more verse right here, allright Kick it [Dre]+[Ren] This is portable, something to fuck with yo ear Ren and Dre will appear when the sound is clear to fuck it up like we always do, and that's the trick Sayin' some shit to make the bitches wanna suck our dicks But it's an everyday thang communicating to y'all with the Compton slang Compton's back in the house and your appartment so open your door, by the way, so we can start it Test the monitors and call this mic cause the way we feel, we're gonna fuck it up tonight I got my mic in my hand, with a hell of a grip Bitches screamin' and shit, now it's a trip Waitin' for the grand finale, or the end or stupid rhymes set be Dre and Ren Well, like a kid, we get new shoes and go faster Smilin', like hell, as we move past the suckers, the motherfuckers with the ego hype cause we're positive and they're on a negative type and if think we're about to quit... motherfucker you ain't heard shit [Dre] Yeah, that shit was funky, you know what I'm sayin', Ren ? [Ren] I know what you're sayin', this is MC Ren and Dr.Dre cold kickin' it in the place [Dre] Ah yeah, my mellow Eazy E in the house Yella Boy in the house my boy Ice Cube Arabian Prince cold rockin' shit [Ren] Oh yeah, hey, I'm a say whassup to my homeboys from CNW [Dre] Yeah, hey, yo Ren, whatta we gonna call this shit ? Tell'em what yo name is ? [Ren] Yeah something like that... |
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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton [Explicit Version] (2000)
[Dre] Ah yeah, yo Ren, yo ready to do this shit ?
[Ren] Yeah, Dre, let's rip shit up [Dre] Hey, yo Yella Boy, why don't you kick me one of them funky beats ? [Ren] Yo, we got my homeboy Eazy E in the house [Dre] Compton's definately in the house. Yo Ren, whatta we gonna call this ? Tell'em what yo name is ? [Ren] Yeah something like that [Dre] Allright, let's kick this shit on the one Kick it [Ren] Back by demand, now it's big as fuck because you as the public, you should know what's up "Compton's in the House" was more than gold, it was a hit cause it was based on some crazy shit So our final conclusion has been permitted Punks made us a target and knew that we'd hit it But that was a part of showbizz [Dre] Hey yo homeboy, why don't you tell'em what your name is ? [Ren] Well for the record it's Ren, and for the street it's villain And strapped with a gat, it's more like Matt Dillon on "Gunsmoke", but not a man of the law I'm just the baddest motherfucker that you ever saw See, I peep and then I creep on a fool Get my bloodpressure high but still stay cool Dig a grave of a nigga lookin' up to me that really had the nerve that he could fuck with me Who was the man in the mass, while I was waitin' to axe you know, it's MC Ren kickin' mucho ass Gettin' respect in showbizz Hey yo homeboy [Dre: Whassup ?] Why don't you tell'em what yo name is ? [Dre] Dre, the motherfuckin' doctor, bitch hopper The sucker-motherfucker stopper Back with a vocal track that's a fresh one so now, let's get the motherfuckin' session goin', flowin'. It's time to start throwin' rhymes. So keep in mind all the suckers I'm blowin' cause I'm a start showin' the time Never sayin' I'm the best and just goin' for mine Unlike a lotta suckers who claim they're gettin' busy when their records only make good frisbees You need to stop runnin' off the mouth Stop and think before you put some whack bullshit out It's not difficult, in fact it's kinda simple to create something funky that's original You need to talk about the place to be who you are, what you got, about a suck MC [Dre] Oh yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about, Ren, You know what I'm sayin' ? [Ren] Yeah, I know what you're sayin', Dre, but you still ain't told'em enough, man [Dre] Allright, Allright Well, let's kick one more verse right here, allright Kick it [Dre]+[Ren] This is portable, something to fuck with yo ear Ren and Dre will appear when the sound is clear to fuck it up like we always do, and that's the trick Sayin' some shit to make the bitches wanna suck our dicks But it's an everyday thang communicating to y'all with the Compton slang Compton's back in the house and your appartment so open your door, by the way, so we can start it Test the monitors and call this mic cause the way we feel, we're gonna fuck it up tonight I got my mic in my hand, with a hell of a grip Bitches screamin' and shit, now it's a trip Waitin' for the grand finale, or the end or stupid rhymes set be Dre and Ren Well, like a kid, we get new shoes and go faster Smilin', like hell, as we move past the suckers, the motherfuckers with the ego hype cause we're positive and they're on a negative type and if think we're about to quit... motherfucker you ain't heard shit [Dre] Yeah, that shit was funky, you know what I'm sayin', Ren ? [Ren] I know what you're sayin', this is MC Ren and Dr.Dre cold kickin' it in the place [Dre] Ah yeah, my mellow Eazy E in the house Yella Boy in the house my boy Ice Cube Arabian Prince cold rockin' shit [Ren] Oh yeah, hey, I'm a say whassup to my homeboys from CNW [Dre] Yeah, hey, yo Ren, whatta we gonna call this shit ? Tell'em what yo name is ? [Ren] Yeah something like that... |
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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton (1988)
Yo give me something 2 dance 2
Calling the police, calling the G-Men Calling all Americans to war with the underworld Arabian Prince, back wit a style that's hype Not slow and low, it's the fast type Gettin' dumped, can you hear the drums Yo, Dre why don't you pump it up some I pumped it up so now what's up Yo, Yella boy, add a little cut What the hell, you think we need some bells Yeah, homeboy, might as well There it is, so now what's next a little So find me a ho, wait a minute, you need somethin' else then it This is what I want you to do, feel the groove, bust a move Yo, yo, I'm tired, what about you, man this is somethin' to dance to Man that's wack, everybody used that Yo, why don't you bring back the other track Yeah, there you go that's what I'm sayin' I like it when that dope stuff's playin' Real loud, in ya ear hole Man let's go, I think my feet are swoll' from dancin' so damn much Man, I don't give a, what you wanna leave? With all these females pullin' on my sleeve I bet, you can jet, homeboy, no sweat This is what I want you to do Feel the groove, bust a move Here I come to see the dance This is something 2 dance 2 Let the bass kick This is something 2 dance 2 This is something 2 dance 2 This is something 2 dance 2 This is something 2 dance 2 This is something 2 dance 2 This is something 2 dance 2 This, this is something 2 dance |
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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton [Explicit Version] (2000)
Yo give me something 2 dance 2
Calling the police, calling the G-Men Calling all Americans to war with the underworld Arabian Prince, back wit a style that's hype Not slow and low, it's the fast type Gettin' dumped, can you hear the drums Yo, Dre why don't you pump it up some I pumped it up so now what's up Yo, Yella boy, add a little cut What the hell, you think we need some bells Yeah, homeboy, might as well There it is, so now what's next a little So find me a ho, wait a minute, you need somethin' else then it This is what I want you to do, feel the groove, bust a move Yo, yo, I'm tired, what about you, man this is somethin' to dance to Man that's wack, everybody used that Yo, why don't you bring back the other track Yeah, there you go that's what I'm sayin' I like it when that dope stuff's playin' Real loud, in ya ear hole Man let's go, I think my feet are swoll' from dancin' so damn much Man, I don't give a, what you wanna leave? With all these females pullin' on my sleeve I bet, you can jet, homeboy, no sweat This is what I want you to do Feel the groove, bust a move Here I come to see the dance This is something 2 dance 2 Let the bass kick This is something 2 dance 2 This is something 2 dance 2 This is something 2 dance 2 This is something 2 dance 2 This is something 2 dance 2 This is something 2 dance 2 This, this is something 2 dance |
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from Dr. Dre 2집 - 2001 (1999)
Yeah nigga MC Ren up in
this mother fucker West West y'all Yeah L A niggaz L A niggaz rule the world nigga Y'all niggaz gotta recognize yaknahmsayin Niggaz don't wanna peep game yaknahmsayin But this shit come all the way back around here My nigga Dre droppin heat box on y'all bitchass Yaknahmsayin You gotta recognize L A niggaz connected all over he motherfuckin world nigga Recognize this Now in my younger days I used to sport a rag Backpack full of cans plus a four four mag G'd from the feet up Blued up from the sewer's how I grew up Loc'n smokin and drinkin til we threw up threw up At Leimert Park taggin hittin fools up Ditchin my class just to fuck yo' school up You don't wanna blast nigga tuck yo' tool up But don't sleep y'all niggaz quick to shoot you Now there's another motherfucker with no future But Time Bomb much smoother when I manuever dope like Cuba Got em jumpin King T starts speakin indecipherable I'm comin Straight Outta Compton with a loose cannon Smoke big green call it Bruce Banner Watch your manners at last another blast from the top notch From way back with the pop rocks I pop lock witcha Picture this Dr Dre twistin wit Tha Liks and Hittman bought a fix Don't trip it's a Time Bomb in this bitch Here it tick tick tick tick BOOM Wait a minute it's on I tell it like a true mackadelic Weed and cocaine sold seperate check it From sundown to sunup clown done run up The Aftermath'll be two in your gut nigga what We roll deep smoke on weed drink and pack heat Requirements for survival each day in L A It don't stop we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops Analyze why we act this way in L A Gimme that mic fool it's a West coast jack move They call me Hitt cause I spit like gats do cock me back Bust caps for my max crew at Fairfax who used to wear Air Max shoes that's true But I grew up where niggaz jack you harass you Blast you for that set you claim where you from Mash on you for your turkish chain CK B K Blued up or flame I ran wit a gang I helped niggaz get jacked for they Dana Dane's My pants hang below my waistline I look humble wanna rumble yeah yeah I bang though like Vince Carter from the baseline don't waste my time Fuck a scrap in killa Cali AK's and 9's One time's sunshines and fine ass bitches Hawaiian thai drive by six fo's on switches I was raised in the hood called WHAT THE DIF' Where the brothers in the hood refused to go Hollywood Slugs for the fuck of it Anybody hatin on us can suck a dick If I catch you touchin mine you catch a flatline dead on the floor Better than yours drivin away gettin head from a whore It's AvireX to the Z Fuckin with me might get you banned from TV cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right time Multiply we don't die the streets don't lie What so neither do I I'm bad for your health like puttin a pistol up to your face and blastin yourself Five in the mornin burglars at my do Glock forty five in my dresser drawer Let em come in BLAOW he see the thunder roll Roll with niggaz who by fifths by the fo and bruise by the case SLAP YOU in the face with the bass Dr Dre laced Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold rings Haters fold the style but can't find no openings We roll deep smoke on weed drink and pack heat Requirements for survival each day in L A It don't stop we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops Analyze why we act this way in L A That's how we ride That's how we ride That's how we ride That's how we ride |
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from N.W.A - Efil4zaggin (2003)
Lesson 2 : Gently place the balls into the mouth and ..
HAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.. get it all baby .. get it all baby .. get it all baby .. "what you want me to do with it?" don't matter just don't bite it she swallowed it .. suck this dick for daddy she swallowed it .. usin' that lips she swallowed it .. it's the world's biggest dick "what do you want me to do with it?" don't matter just don't bite it Slow is the tempo Now talkin' but an info So peep it up here goes the info This is the bitches and the ho's crew She get it as much we make bets on who's the ho's we'd love to go through And for the shit that she does give her a drum role Because the dumb bitch licks out the asshole And a list of videotaper And if you got a gang of niggaz, the bitch would let you rape her She likes suckin' on dicks, and lickin' up nutz And they even take de broomstick at the butt Just to say that she did it with a rapper But the pussy was more fishy than red snapper "But how many licks would it take" She ax's "To make MC Ren start gooshin' up vanilla shake" She took her tongue out her mouth, put it on top Like a cherry, started movin' it like a snake and it was very Irresistable I could'nt pay the bitch to quit 'cause the ho' was doin' some ole' crazy shit That made me start havin' a fit' 'cause the bitch sucks de hellified dick .. [suck this dick] "It's the world's biggest dick" Don't matter just don't bite it "It's the world's biggest dick" Don't matter just don't bite it "What do you want me to do with it?" Don't matter just don't bite it She swallowed it .. Get it all baby! Now one night night I was at a drive-in And a car full of niggaz straight drove in I thought they wuz commin' to start trouble but no Five niggaz in the back it was de neighborhood ho' Now what do you expect they're gonna dogg her like a doggy Thirty minutes later and the windowz are all foggy And I'm off in my car havin' a fit' 'cause de bitch that I'm with Sayz no fuckin' on the 1st date shit Now I'm like - Damn! I wish I was in the bucket To be with 6 niggaz with the ho' and I can fuck it So I told de ho' I was with that I'm goin' to de snack bar - And got de fuck out de car. Went to the bucket and I looked through the window It was some niggaz that I knew they let me in yo And my turn was like next I could'nt see a face, all I saw was de pussy and the chest I wanted to see the face, I felt the order Peep over the seat - OH SHIT! it's the preacher's doughter! And she's only 14 and a ho' But the bitch sucks dick like a specialized pro She looked at me, I was surprised But was it passin' up the chance of my dick gettin' backtide I told the bitch to do it quick : "You little ho' hurry up and suck my dick!" "It's the world's biggest dick" Don't matter just don't bite it "It's the world's biggest dick" Don't matter just don't bite it "What do you want me to do with it?" Don't matter just don't bite it She swallowed it .. Get it all baby! Now I'm a break it down with a fact - Since the last "Just don't bite it" girls don't know how to act Sayin' that they never would suck a dick But when they've tried it they could'nt quit 'cause not even bustin' the bitches today they love the shit And those are the main one's that say they don't do it But MC Ren knowz the bitches are used to it So fellows, next time they try to tell a lie That they never suck a dick punch the bitch in the eye And then the ho' will fall to the ground Then you'll open up her mouth - Put your dick in and move the shit around And she'll catch on and start doin' it on de raw Actin' like she's tryin' to suck a meet off a chicken bone And then she won't let go Because bitches suck nutt out of a dick just like dreino Get the last drop, unclog in de back Then the stupid bitch is at that with the same shit de next night Because she just can't quit 'cause she's addicted, addicted, addicted, addicted she's addicted, addicted, she's addicted to suck a good dick "It's the world's biggest dick" Don't matter just don't bite it "It's the world's biggest dick" Don't matter just don't bite it "What do you want me to do with it?" Don't matter just don't bite it She swallowed it .. Get it all baby! "It's the world's biggest dick" Don't matter just don't bite it "It's the world's biggest dick" Don't matter just don't bite it "What do you want me to do with it?" Don't matter just don't bite it She swallowed it .. Get it all baby! |
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from Eminem - The Eminem Show (2002)
[Dr. Dre] Huh, so I''m out the game huh?
[Eminem] Yo Dre, we ridin? [Dr. Dre] Whatever [Eminem] Well I''m witchu homie [Dr. Dre] Ok, Let''s handle this muhf*cker [Eminem] I was born to brew up storms ''n stir up sh*t Kick up dust, cuss til I slur up spit Grew up too quickly been through too much sh*t Corrupt and now they pour it on like syrup, b*tch Thick in gritz, sick and twisted Mr. Buttersworth Dre tole me to milk this sh*t for what it''s worth Till the cow just tilts and tips ''n stumbles to earth And if I fumble the verse, keep going First take, I make mistakes, just keep it No punches, pull no punches, that''s weak sh*t Fake sh*t if I ever take sh*t, I eat sh*t Was it for him? Wouldn''t be sh*t [Dr. Dre] Creep wit me, as we take a little trip down Memory Lane Been in longer than anyone in the game And I ain''t got to lie about my age [Eminem] But what about Jermaine? [Dr. Dre] f*ck Jermaine, he don''t belong speakin mine or Timbaland''s name And don''t think I don''t read your little interviews and see what your sayin I''ma giant, and I ain''t gotta move till I''m revoked When I see you, I''ma step on you and not even know it Ya midget, Mini-Me, with a buncha little Mini-You''s Runnin around your backyard swimming pools Over 80 million records sold And I ain''t had to do it with 10 or 11 year olds Chorus: Cuz what you say is what you say Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it So who you playin with huh huh huh huh? Cuz what you say is what you say Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it So who you playin with huh huh huh huh? [Eminem] Second verse, it gets worst It gets no better than this Amatuers drink veteran piss From a Dixie cup, if you ever mix me up Or confuse me with a Canibus or Dre with a Dupri Will rub it in, every club your in, we''ll have you Blackballed and make sure you never rap a f*cken again Dre ain''t havin it as long as Im here, play Devil''s Advocate [Dr. Dre] If there was some magic sh*t I could wave Over the indusrty that could save it when I''m gone And bury to make sure the tradition carries on I would [Eminem] If I could only use this power for good I wouldn''t, not even if I could [Dr. Dre] From the hood and I''m a hornet And I''ma only sting when I''m cornered [Eminem] And I''ma only sucker punch or swing without warnin And swing to knock somebody''s f*ckin head off Cuz I know, when they get up, I won''t get a chance to let off Another punch, I''m punk-rock, no one''s punk Don''t give a f*ck, white pop, so much spunk When I was little I knew I would blow up And sell a mil or grow up to be a tiller Go nuts and be a killer [Dr. Dre] And I''m somethin of a phenom One puff of the chron I''m unstoppable, I''m alive, I''m on top again There''s no obstacle that I can''t conquer So come along with us (Come On) Chorus: Cuz what you say is what you say Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it So who you playin with huh huh huh huh? Cuz what you say is what you say Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it So who you playin with huh huh huh huh? [Dr. Dre] Now anybody who knows Dre Knows I''m about fast cars and alazey, partyin all day But I handle my business cuz it''s work before play Don''t look for trouble but I serve you gourmet However you want it, you could have it your way You f*ck my night up, I''ma f*ck up your day Bullet with your name, sendin it your way That goes for anyone who walks thru that doorway Cuz this is my space, you invade it Live to regret it and you die tryin to violate it f*ck around and you''ll get anahilated Eyes diliated [Eminem] Ha, like my old lady Cuz what you say is what you say Sometimes what you mean is 2 different things Depending on your mood, if it swings, think too many things Little hit of Dre''s weed, I can do anything Catch a contact, then I''m gone and I''m back I speed write and my loose leaves my lanch pad [Dr. Dre] And I can pull any string Don''t have to prove anything Catch a contract on your head You headed West, talk sh*t about Dre? You better get a vest, then invest in something To protect your head and neck [Eminem] And it''s back and forth all day like Red and Meth I joke when I say I''m the best in the booth But a lot of truth is said injest And if I ever do live to be a legend I''ma die a sudden death, 5 mics in The Source Ain''t holdin'' my f*ckin breath But I suffocate for the respect Fore I breath the collect the f*ckin check Chorus: Cuz what you say is what you say Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it So who you playin with huh huh huh huh? Cuz what you say is what you say Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it So who you playin with huh huh huh huh? [Dr. Dre] Watch your f*ckin'' mouth [Timbaland] Yo this Timbaland, tell him I said suck (*tchka*) my d*ck |
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from N.W.A - Efil4zaggin (2003)
I'm a muthafuking nigga wit an attitude(4x) (Dr Dre) I got a case of spitting in a muthafukers face So me and my ace we got a taste Of a muthafukers billy club he took his gun and Put it to my head and said nigga start running So tell me what's the next episode Is he crazy, does he want to chase me and waste me I thought run nigga run but I caught myself Because my secondary thought was death i get hit hard real but still muthafuker said I want another black muthafuker dead Niggaz ain't good for shit for me 'Cause this is a race fo second class So get your ass up against the wall Bitch And then he tried They jumped me but the punk became a victim of a walkby Fuking wit Dre, you can't afford to be an asshole It's just another way to let you know Niggaz send them,niggaz send them, niggaz send them Punk can't fuk wit me Real muthafuking G (Got that) Straight from the streets of the CPT Telling you why real niggaz don't die (Chorus) I just want to celebrate (2X) (MC Ren) Real niggaz don't die 'cause they eventually multiply The niggaz are wit it but taking out on I Because the times are so wrong, got to stay so strong Niggaz got to keep going on and on And don't let no pail face, they throw your ass in a cell race Have you resident suck a pie in a jail space That's what they want to do 'cause the system is fuked around I try to let you know what the record it's underground They don't give a fuk about a nigga They would rather pull the trigger And have you running from barrels smiling saying geez So nigga get smart and rebel back I'm not wit that black just so I'm not gonna nail that All I see is niggaz getting harrass We can't do nothing about it but get a foot in they ass Yo, but a very nigga grabbed a nine And started shooting muthafukers, it would put them in line And that's how it's suppose to be When the pussy ass niggas try to fuk wit me Yo because the shoes let the dry To kill a nigga cause nigga a muthafuking real nigga don't die Chorus I'm a muthafuking nigga wit an attitude (Eazy-E) Oh let the good die young, so they make me young and bad Putting ass kickings on the niggaz that never had So I guess that makes me tough shit Straight up gangsta, bum nigga to fuk wit So how can a nigga die when he's causing the bloodshed By shooting muthafukas in the head Trying to make a nigga extinct because they fear me But never want to hear me So I'm a let 'em know how a nigga's living Checking for muthafukas cause nobody ain't giving a damn thing To a nigga, a real nigga So I'm living by the muthafuking trigger Cause a nigga ain't afraid of being locked up I'm out of luck, so why should I give a fuk But they still want to try To kill a nigga like me but muthafuking real niggaz don't die Chorus |
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from N.W.A - Efil4zaggin (2003)
Ren: Prisoner, like a hostage yo, You should've covered your motherfucking head like an ostrich. Deep in the dirt cause you'se a sucker, And your ass up high so I can kick the motherfucker. Don't try to hang, you best avoid, Cause my foot'll be so far up your ass you'll get hemorrhoids. Before you try to fuck with Ren, I'll put two in your ass, and you'll be shitting in size ten. Dre: First come, first serve, Who else got the nerves, step up and give what you deserve. From the word of a motherfucking hip-hop maniac, Braniac, so what you oughta do is step the fuck back. Now how the fuck you think a rapper lasts, With your ass ain't shit, that is said in the past. Yo, be original, your shit is sloppy, Get off the dick, you motherfucking call-the-coppy. Ren: Falling deep in the drums, with many of styles, That's one of the reasons a nigga ran a hundred miles. Cheating and out, beating the crowd, I kept seating, But weak motherfuckers biting off, and they kept eating. Styles they got are full of bull, cause their vocals are local, In nightclubs, and not getting paid in full. They got the nerve to cuss, only reason niggaz picking your record is cause they thought is was us. Dre: Yo, give 'em what I gotta give, do 'em what I gotto do, You don't care for me, so who gives a fuck about you. You can't harm me, alarm me, Cause we're the generals in this fucking hip-hop army. The Niggaz With Attitudes if you didn't know, We blow, flow, and didn't move slow from the get-go. Yo, time for some taking, Yo fuck this shit, Yella kick the break in. (Aaaah!) It's the real thing, you are now (real, real) niggaz! niggaz! Ren: You can run, but you can't hide, you know I'ma find ya, Cause a nigga like Ren's only two steps behind ya. Don't look back because you're shaking and all scared, A nigga in black can be your scariest nightmare. So sleep with the lights on, forget that the mic's on, Don't step on the motherfucking stage with our nights on. Don't see a psycho, and then you just might go, Mentally fucked up when I let the rifle blow. Dre: All these niggaz with the gibber-jabber, But couldn't kill a fly with a motherfucking sledgehammer. Gangsters in black are out there, But only because, yo, it's the shit that we wear. On my motherfucking dick, But I'ma love it when you drop like a motherfucking brick. So yo, step up, go to bed, cause if you're misled, You'll get a motherfucking bullet in your forehead. Eazy (Ren): Black, the good, the bad, the ugly, see, I love streetwise, nigga you know me. Rolling with some real niggaz, playing for keeps, But you motherfuckers know who run the streets. With that hardcore, hip-hop, rap-shit, (Now how much harder can another nigga get). Trying to be like us, sound like us, drift like us, (Ashes to ashes and dust to dust). So nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, please, Since you're on the dick why don't you drop to your knees. Cause I'm a motherfucker that's out to kill, Eazy E, a nigga that's real. Ren: Real niggaz, straight off the streets of Compton. Quick to getting your shit without a second thought. And if your ass gets smoked, it's my bullet you caught. So if you're talking shit about the niggaz in black, Bow down to the kings, and raid a half. They're played out, that's what niggaz were chatting, One nigga left, and they said we ain't having it. People thought we was finished and done with, But if you think about it, yo, we really ain't done shit. Catch, so cover your ears, and wipe off your tears, And quit sniffing all over my dick for new ideas. And when the new record comes, don't come like a fucking bum, Asking for fucking money to buy you a fucking crumb. You're on the dick so far, niggaz not one, And when it comes to dicks, you don't even have one. So braze yourself, to make sure you don't get fucked up, Cause if I let you slide, it's just cause you're locked up. Don't come up my face again, because I'ma floor ya, And if you're a bitch, I'ma fucking ignore ya. Because my attitude's a little bigger, Cause MC Ren is one of the real niggaz. Dre: Lost in the motherfucking world of madness, sadness, But Dre is just a nigga that's glad it's sucker motherfuckers like you making whack jams, because it only you shows you how dope I am. Never try to ignore us, When I'm expressing, stand still like you're full of riggermortis. Cause I'm a real nigga, but I guess you figure, You could break me, take me, but watch me pull the trigger. Dre is just a nigga with heart, a nigga that's smart, A nigga that's paid to say what others are scared to play. We started out with too much cargo, So I'm glad we got rid of Benedict Arto. Yo, N.W.A., criticized for what we say, But I'ma do this shit anyway. Cause I'm the motherfucking doctor, never faking, Yo Yella, kick the motherfucking break in. (Aaaah!) It's the real thing, you are now (real, real) niggaz! niggaz! (Aaaah!) Yeah motherfucker, it's the real thing, you are now (real, real) niggaz! niggaz! Ren: N.W.A., straight outta motherfucking Compton, Taking over shit in all of the nineteen-nineties, Yo, Dr. Dre, DJ Yella, Eazy E, and I am MC Ren, yo, N.W.A. taking over this motherfucker y'all... |
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from Dr. Dre 1집 - The Chronic [Expicit Version] (1992)
You really don't understand do you?
Hey man, don't you know In order for us to make this thing work We gotta get rid of the pimps, and the pushers, and then start All over agian clean NIGGAZ you crazy Once again The mighty Death Row organization commitin' mass murder And we ain't askin for shit, nigga we takin' It, so Dre, BLAST they ass nigga Rat-tat-tat-tat late at night with my gat On the streets of LA Wonderin' where the pussy at Staright for ya, looking for a hoe Hangin' out, rollin in my '64 16 swicthes for the niggaz in my hood 17 shells so I make it understood Stay back, lay back, way back in the cut Ya come outside nigga ya gettin' fucked up But I told ya, Creep, Creep ya best move Like Luthor Vadros, fuckn' up the west coast I'm right back up in ya when ya nut 1-2-3 nut, from the D-R-E but This is for the hoes that I used to know When I didn't have my '64 and a lot of doe I keep ya this and like that And I [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Dr.Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat tat ta tat like that, and I [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Dr.Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat tat ta tat like that, and I [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back Ohh wait, that's that nigga that owe ya that grip Ya,there that fool is Break him off proper then What's up, what's happinin'? I'm the man, what's up? Nigga you delinquent, can I get those in? Nigga, pay this nigga here (I ain't got yo money) Well, yo, check this out, nigga What's up *slaps around some guy that owes them money What's up? What's up? Ya motherfucker (I'll be back though, I'll be back) Ya, you ain't never comin' back, fool [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Dr.Dre] Yeah nigga [both] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Dr.Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Dr.Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Dr.Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back Creepin and peepin' and I can get with these The chronic, slangin' fat keys from my block And it don't stop Tell me where ya wanna go To the strip Or take a trip bawlin' with the row My shit off in ya system Indo smoke in ya lungs, like that And you can lift it, on, and a fist a bomb Takin' away like hell at Veitnam California, back in and on a mission, makin a point Ain't no fuckin' competition they wish they was a runnin' up in reality C-P-T, CAL my locality It's strage how I re-arange and change the buisness By droppin' shit like this Dope, ya can't cope with the real I peal, in the penatentaries, and when I kill it goes [both] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [both] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Dr. Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Dr. Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back Straight up, now you niggaz know where my homey's comin' from so quit the chit-chat, before ya find yourself flat on your biz-out, fool it's 9-deuce, Dr. Drizzay, is sittin on Tizzart! It don't stop treartin' buster's like a punk ass kizzart BEEEYYACHH |
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(Eazy E:) Yo Ren ! (MC Ren:) Whassup ? (Eazy E: Take) (one) (MC Ren: Yo) (Hit it) |
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(Eazy E:) Yo Ren ! (MC Ren:) Whassup ? (Eazy E: Take) (one) (MC Ren: Yo) (Hit it) |
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from N.W.A - Efil4zaggin (2003)
[Dre]
The motherfucking saga continues All of you who don't believe in the real gangsta shit, Cause when it comes to the real niggas, It makes the shit they're much harder to deal with. Yeah, above the laws in this motherfucker, Like Mafia for life, down with the real niggas 4 life. Ha-ha, yo sweet-talk, tell 'em what the fuck we're here for Well I write ya, USE, Compton, Watts, The Wood, All across the motherfucking USA. They know I'm walking through the valley of real niggas, I should fear no man on the motherfucking planet, hit me one. Cause I've been to the mountain top y'all, And I have been seeing through the eyes of a real nigga. Yo, what you think about the real niggas 187? Yo, they make some of the coolest shit I had never heard, Yo, when we came, G, I almost gave it up, To the ruthless motherfucking gangstas. Fear no man Because you're shit man yourself, Time to put the world at yourself man. Me not seeing bobba-clot mobbing to see a pussy-clot run, Bob-bob-bob-bob-bob, keep Babylon on the run, see [Ren] The real niggas is back, cause there's to many bullshit records out, Niggas beat it for what we put out. But you don't have to wait no longer, Because the new album is out and the shit is much stronger. So many groups made three albums or more, And their weak-ass shit is still sitting in the record-store. They wonder why it never sold, Niggas rapping since the seventies and still never went gold. Our first record sold two million copies, That's because you other motherfuckers are sloppy. You came out the streets and crossed over, And after that your career is fucking over. Because after that you're not around, So shut the fuck up, and witness the sound of some real niggaz. [Eazy] Yeah, motherfucker. Keeping all you busters on the run in ninety-one, kick that shit Ren. [Ren] Most niggas can't understand, And never will if they ain't part of the ruthless Mafia-clan. Niggas is dedicated to the streets, With hyped fucking lyrics and a dope ass beat. The songs will never come soft, because I come off, So don't get in my way or motherfucker you'll be cut off. And it's something you can move your lips to, To wrap around my dick and suck if it fits you. And let me now if you want to ride the D-I-see-K, All day that's with no play. Cause ain't no rap group out, that I know, That makes me want to listen to the radio. All I hear is motherfuckers trying to make a comeback with love songs, And that shit is whack. And that's why your ass ain't around, Cause you don't have the motherfucking sound of a real nigga. |
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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton (1988)
[Dr. Dre]
One, two, three, kick it [The D.O.C.] Aiyyo Dre, what's goin on man? What's goin on? Ay what ch'all gonna do for this last record? Nah tell me what cha'all gonna do? Okay, you want me to do the intro? Aight! Parental discretion is advised for the moment While I'm getting candid, now understand it Ain't too typical in any way, though the pro on the mic is the D.O. to the C. this is an intro I know the DOC makes you want to take a valium So buy a bucket cause upcomin is my album And for the record, meanin my record, check it Listen to the single and you'll be like, yo, I gotta get it But in the meantime, listen to the rhyme of the Dr. Dre, played wit N.W.A. Yella's on the drum roll, rockin the beat Aiyyo Dre, where's you gonna take this shit man? [Dr. Dre] Aiyyo, let's take it to the street (WORD UP!) Let 'em understand perfection Let knowledge be the tool for suckers to stop guessin Cause I don't give a fuck about a radio play Observed the english I display Lyrics for the adults, children have been barred and scarred from listenin to somethin so motherfuckin HARD Dope, pumpin that's so my shit will never falter Yo it's Dre so fuck the "Mind of Minolta" Psycho, like no, other motherfucker So step to me wrong, G-O for what you N-O But be warned, never will I leave like a regular Cause I'm a little better than the regular competitor I use to see 'em on stage Earnin money like a thief, but without a guage Until I got full, of clockin the lame gettin pull (They said you wasn't gon' get paid) Nah that's bullshit! They like it stylistic And I enchant the crowd like I'm a mystic (C-C-C-C) C-C-C-cameras are flashin, when I'm in action A photo, or fresh with a flair for fashion Pure simplicity, see it's elementary You hear one of the hardest motherfuckers this century Try to comprise a word to the wise and the guys Parental discretion is advised [MC Ren] Ren is most extremely high performance The black hat cause I worn this, cause it's like enormous Some shit I don't take it, not even in a toliet And shit from a sucker, put in a pot and I'll boil it Turn up the pilot as it burns And maybe, the motherfuckers will learn I'm not a sub, cause I speak sensible Not considered a prince, cause I'm a principal I'm engineerin; the shit that you're hearin Cause when it comes to power, I'm power steerin Silly you say, I say you're silly when you say it Rushin to the eject, to put my shit in and play it It's like Apollo, but I'm not an amateur And I'm not givin a fuck, while I'm damagin ya It's for the record; so Ren's lyrics is gonna spin it And if there was a trophy involved, I'll win it Possession is mine and I'm the holder Cause a nigga like Ren don't give a fuck cause I'm older So for you to step off would be wise And say fuck it, parental discretion is advised [Ice Cube] I be what is known as a bandit You gotta hand it to me when you truly understand it Cause if you fail to see, read it in braile It'll still be funky -- so what's next is the flex of a genius, my rapid-stutter-steppin if you seen this dope, you hope that I don't really mean this But if played, made the grade or high-top fade It's not my trademark when I get loose in the dark You guess it was a test of a different style It's just another motherfucker on the pile Drivin your ass with the flow of your tongue You hung yourself short, the after-knowledge was brung to your attention, by the hardest motherfuckin artist that is know for lynchin any sucker in a minute Stagger 'em all When I start flowin like Niagara Falls Ice Cube is equipped to rip shit in a battle Move like a snake when I'm mad; and then my tail rattle I get low on the flow so let your kids know When I bust, parental discretion is a must [Eazy-E] Little did they know, that I would be arrivin And it's surprisin, rockin it from where I been But it's the E here to take, no mistake to be made in the trade where funky ass records are bein played Fuck the regular, yo as I get better the bitches wanna trick and go stupid up on the dick So I get 'em hot, thinkin they're gonna get it As they sit, rubbin their legs like a cricket To you it may be funny, but there's no service of beef, without money So slip the C-note, and you can choke on a wing-ding-ding-a-ling down your throat Foreplay; to me ain't shit When you spread 'em I'm ready, then you can get the dick of the Eaze, if you can deal with the size But if you can't, parental discretion's advised! {*echoes*} {*bass guitar and piano solo for a minute*} [Unknown voice at the end after band breaks down] Shut the fuck up!! |
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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton [Explicit Version] (2000)
[Dr. Dre]
One, two, three, kick it [The D.O.C.] Aiyyo Dre, what's goin on man? What's goin on? Ay what ch'all gonna do for this last record? Nah tell me what cha'all gonna do? Okay, you want me to do the intro? Aight! Parental discretion is advised for the moment While I'm getting candid, now understand it Ain't too typical in any way, though the pro on the mic is the D.O. to the C. this is an intro I know the DOC makes you want to take a valium So buy a bucket cause upcomin is my album And for the record, meanin my record, check it Listen to the single and you'll be like, yo, I gotta get it But in the meantime, listen to the rhyme of the Dr. Dre, played wit N.W.A. Yella's on the drum roll, rockin the beat Aiyyo Dre, where's you gonna take this shit man? [Dr. Dre] Aiyyo, let's take it to the street (WORD UP!) Let 'em understand perfection Let knowledge be the tool for suckers to stop guessin Cause I don't give a fuck about a radio play Observed the english I display Lyrics for the adults, children have been barred and scarred from listenin to somethin so motherfuckin HARD Dope, pumpin that's so my shit will never falter Yo it's Dre so fuck the "Mind of Minolta" Psycho, like no, other motherfucker So step to me wrong, G-O for what you N-O But be warned, never will I leave like a regular Cause I'm a little better than the regular competitor I use to see 'em on stage Earnin money like a thief, but without a guage Until I got full, of clockin the lame gettin pull (They said you wasn't gon' get paid) Nah that's bullshit! They like it stylistic And I enchant the crowd like I'm a mystic (C-C-C-C) C-C-C-cameras are flashin, when I'm in action A photo, or fresh with a flair for fashion Pure simplicity, see it's elementary You hear one of the hardest motherfuckers this century Try to comprise a word to the wise and the guys Parental discretion is advised [MC Ren] Ren is most extremely high performance The black hat cause I worn this, cause it's like enormous Some shit I don't take it, not even in a toliet And shit from a sucker, put in a pot and I'll boil it Turn up the pilot as it burns And maybe, the motherfuckers will learn I'm not a sub, cause I speak sensible Not considered a prince, cause I'm a principal I'm engineerin; the shit that you're hearin Cause when it comes to power, I'm power steerin Silly you say, I say you're silly when you say it Rushin to the eject, to put my shit in and play it It's like Apollo, but I'm not an amateur And I'm not givin a fuck, while I'm damagin ya It's for the record; so Ren's lyrics is gonna spin it And if there was a trophy involved, I'll win it Possession is mine and I'm the holder Cause a nigga like Ren don't give a fuck cause I'm older So for you to step off would be wise And say fuck it, parental discretion is advised [Ice Cube] I be what is known as a bandit You gotta hand it to me when you truly understand it Cause if you fail to see, read it in braile It'll still be funky -- so what's next is the flex of a genius, my rapid-stutter-steppin if you seen this dope, you hope that I don't really mean this But if played, made the grade or high-top fade It's not my trademark when I get loose in the dark You guess it was a test of a different style It's just another motherfucker on the pile Drivin your ass with the flow of your tongue You hung yourself short, the after-knowledge was brung to your attention, by the hardest motherfuckin artist that is know for lynchin any sucker in a minute Stagger 'em all When I start flowin like Niagara Falls Ice Cube is equipped to rip shit in a battle Move like a snake when I'm mad; and then my tail rattle I get low on the flow so let your kids know When I bust, parental discretion is a must [Eazy-E] Little did they know, that I would be arrivin And it's surprisin, rockin it from where I been But it's the E here to take, no mistake to be made in the trade where funky ass records are bein played Fuck the regular, yo as I get better the bitches wanna trick and go stupid up on the dick So I get 'em hot, thinkin they're gonna get it As they sit, rubbin their legs like a cricket To you it may be funny, but there's no service of beef, without money So slip the C-note, and you can choke on a wing-ding-ding-a-ling down your throat Foreplay; to me ain't shit When you spread 'em I'm ready, then you can get the dick of the Eaze, if you can deal with the size But if you can't, parental discretion's advised! {*echoes*} {*bass guitar and piano solo for a minute*} [Unknown voice at the end after band breaks down] Shut the fuck up!! |
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from N.W.A - Efil4zaggin (2003)
The world's most dangerous group
Once again beatin' on your motherfucking ear drumbs Doin' much damage for all you slutty ass ho's Yo, there was a bitch I knew on the avenue She was gettin' G oh for a nut or two yo I think her name was Clara And she was guaranteed to give a motherfucker whatever he needs To be perfectly honest she was a hooker So I took her, a 100 yards, to the blvd I told her "I'll take care o' you, you take care o' me" You've gott a P I M P and all I want is the money She went to work and the niggas were fiendin' yo She had the biggest ass that you ever seen In fact she was like Medusa Her tities fully grown A look and your dick turns to stone yeah Keepin' on mind that she was the kind that would find the time to get mine Because she knows I'm not to be fucked with She ain't crazy Fuckin' with Dre should be pushin' up daisies She was the perfect ho' but what do you know The bitch tried to gag me So, I had to kill her Yeah, straight hittin' Now listen up and lemme tell you how I did it Yo, I tied her to the bed I was thinking the worst but yo I had to let my niggas fuck her first yeah Loaded up the 44 yo Then I straight smoked the ho' 'Cause I'm a real nigga, but I guess you figure I was soft and she thank me Coughed to the boss and got tossed One less bitch you gotta worry about She's outta here and that's how it turns out Now Vikky Vikky Vikky, she's very tricky She put her hicky on top of my dick Sick Betsy, she told me she loved me And she wanted to keep me If only she can have the dick with me I said I wanted but baby you gotta hold up If I was happy with something that I could fold up We can do this, she said her husband was rich Then I knew I had the bitch Yo She wrote a check name me a check In the name of a bitch who was strugglin' at the same game All I wanted to do was get P-A-I-D Just a little somethin' for fuckin' me Yo Everything was cool but Vikky concerned me Her husband was the District Auterny So, before he found out he was crossed up 'Bout his bitch I was fuckin' I had to tossed her And put you slick, some nigga never forget A dead bitch can't tell a nigga shit One less bitch you gotta worry about She's outta here and that's how it turned out One less, One less, One less bitch you gotta worry about! (Muthafuckin' right!) One less, One less, One less bitch you gotta worry about! Thinkin' about money, and lookin' at a prostitute The bitch was cute, so now I had to execute And shoot game like a real nigga With a still trigga Convince her to move up to somethin' bigga I think I had a flashback though 'Cause I said "fuck it" Loped and Choked and Smoked to the ho' like this : "Bitch, it's all about Dre The money money money and this all I gotta say" Of course she came with me And remained with me 'Till the bitch felt lamed and ashamed to be Workin' that trick shit 'Cause niggas knew that she was someone A little later though she called 1 In the chest and I knew that it was commin' By who and how the all act would be done? So what? One less bitch you gotta worry about But that ain't how it turned out Yo, there was a bitch named her out and shot her Straight to the motherfucking trigger and said "I got her!" But I had better plans to give her the blues Like dumpin' her in the river with sea net shoes I knew my money was comin' up sho' And the thought that the stupid bitch thought she'd never get cought Came home early and straight bust her ass On the couch with the other nigga countin' my cash I should've known she was like the mother ho's I told the 2 motherfuckers to take off their clothes Butt naked nothin' left but the shoes I had up a 9 so they couldn't refuse I shot the nigga he was outa there And tied the bitch to the Muthafuckin' chair Now there's one less bitch I gotta worry about Everybody out, that's how it turns out One less, One less, One less bitch you gotta worry about! One less, One less, One less bitch you gotta worry about! [Easy E] In reality A fool is one who believes that all women are ladies A nigga is one who believes that all ladies are bitches, And all bitches are created equal. To me, all bitches are the same, Money hungry scandlist groopy ho's that's always riding on a nigga's dick. Always in a nigga's pocket and when the nigga runs out of money The bitch is gone in the wind. To me All bitches ain't shit! One less, One less, One less bitch you gotta worry about! One less, One less, One less bitch you gotta worry about! |
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from Eminem - Old Time's Sake [single] (2009)
Good evening
This is your fucking captain speaking We will soon be reaching an altitude of 4 million and a half feet That's 8 million miles in the sky Please undo your seat belt for take off You are now free to smoke about the cabin I'm Dre from back in the day from N W A from black and the grey from Chokin' a bitch to smacking her face from Stackin' up bodies to racking their kids up from Racking up hits to stacking them crates up I'm still hungry and I'm back with a tapeworm And we was happening and rap entertainment Me and shady for us competition faggot there ain't none Speak of the devil It's the attack of the rain man Chainsaw in hand bloodstain on my apron Soon as the blades spun vrun they run away from Who want to play dungeon no one is safe from In search of a brain surgeon the great one Wait it ain't funny man It's urgent I need one Two boxes of detergent and a paintgun And a emergency squirtgun to spray everyone So one more time for old time's sake Dre drop that beat and scratch that break Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way And let's go So one more time for old time's sake Dre drop that beat and scratch that break Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way And let's go Smoke signal in the sky like Verizon wireless A nice environment Surprised entirely hypnotized by the sound I surround the hydrants taking lives of firemen Say goodbye here I am again Naked wives and vicodin Before I begin to get so high pussy boy I could spin Vin vin Fuck the handle I fly off the hinge Let the boy off the bench coach and throw it to him There he goes in his trench coat and them clothes again Baby make us some french toast and show us some skin I'll show you every inch girls of my foreskin Show me nipple I pinch both and throw up a ten Now you know it's a sin to tease blow us again The sorcerer of intercourse if it's forced it's him Don't fight the feeling if you're feeling the force within When you wake in the morning next to the porcelain So one more time for old time's sake Dre drop that beat and scratch that break Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way And let's go So one more time for old time's sake Dre drop that beat and scratch that break Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way And let's go Now where there's smoke there's fire Where there's fire there's flames Where there's flames there's chronic Either you high or you ain't I got no time for no games Nah ah he ain't playing He's gonna get the AK and aim it at your brain I'm slightly insane Vodka and creatine Hypnotic and red bull it's an incredible energy drink And it's giving me wings I believe I can fly While I pee on the girl you won't catch me CSI It's as easy as pie and as simple as cake Dre get on the mic and make them tremble and shake Now put your smoke up in the air Raise your Henny and coke And if you really want to get fucked up just let me know We can smoke if there is no more lighter fluid to do it Let's get into it you smoking with the triedest and truest I got the Midas touch when it comes to rolling shit up You muthafuckers ain't smoking you just holding shit up Now here we go let's get up get down hold up a blunt I smoke the kind of stuff that makes the records go number one Cause if at first you don't succeed Won't hurt to smoke some weed Now them words are just a little more personal for me Seeing as how I blew up off puffing them trees Was luck enough for me Fuck yeah light it up sheesh Come on smoke me up cuz Get me contact buzz Get me on track they love me when I'm on that stuff But this is Earth calling Shady man come on back Man we're losing him he won't even respond back fuck Now look at all the pretty women in here Dre it's hot I think we better go check on their temperatures I get the thermometer you get the bandages Now baby just bend over this won't hurt a damn bit So one more time for old time's sake Dre drop that beat and scratch that break Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way And let's go So one more time for old time's sake Dre drop that beat and scratch that break Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way And let's go |
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from Eminem - Relapse Refill (2009)
Good evening
This is your fucking captain speaking We will soon be reaching an altitude of 4 million and a half feet That's 8 million miles in the sky Please undo your seat belt for take off You are now free to smoke about the cabin I'm Dre from back in the day from N W A from black and the grey from Chokin' a bitch to smacking her face from Stackin' up bodies to racking their kids up from Racking up hits to stacking them crates up I'm still hungry and I'm back with a tapeworm And we was happening and rap entertainment Me and shady for us competition faggot there ain't none Speak of the devil It's the attack of the rain man Chainsaw in hand bloodstain on my apron Soon as the blades spun vrun they run away from Who want to play dungeon no one is safe from In search of a brain surgeon the great one Wait it ain't funny man It's urgent I need one Two boxes of detergent and a paintgun And a emergency squirtgun to spray everyone So one more time for old time's sake Dre drop that beat and scratch that break Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way And let's go So one more time for old time's sake Dre drop that beat and scratch that break Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way And let's go Smoke signal in the sky like Verizon wireless A nice environment Surprised entirely hypnotized by the sound I surround the hydrants taking lives of firemen Say goodbye here I am again Naked wives and vicodin Before I begin to get so high pussy boy I could spin Vin vin Fuck the handle I fly off the hinge Let the boy off the bench coach and throw it to him There he goes in his trench coat and them clothes again Baby make us some french toast and show us some skin I'll show you every inch girls of my foreskin Show me nipple I pinch both and throw up a ten Now you know it's a sin to tease blow us again The sorcerer of intercourse if it's forced it's him Don't fight the feeling if you're feeling the force within When you wake in the morning next to the porcelain So one more time for old time's sake Dre drop that beat and scratch that break Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way And let's go So one more time for old time's sake Dre drop that beat and scratch that break Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way And let's go Now where there's smoke there's fire Where there's fire there's flames Where there's flames there's chronic Either you high or you ain't I got no time for no games Nah ah he ain't playing He's gonna get the AK and aim it at your brain I'm slightly insane Vodka and creatine Hypnotic and red bull it's an incredible energy drink And it's giving me wings I believe I can fly While I pee on the girl you won't catch me CSI It's as easy as pie and as simple as cake Dre get on the mic and make them tremble and shake Now put your smoke up in the air Raise your Henny and coke And if you really want to get fucked up just let me know We can smoke if there is no more lighter fluid to do it Let's get into it you smoking with the triedest and truest I got the Midas touch when it comes to rolling shit up You muthafuckers ain't smoking you just holding shit up Now here we go let's get up get down hold up a blunt I smoke the kind of stuff that makes the records go number one Cause if at first you don't succeed Won't hurt to smoke some weed Now them words are just a little more personal for me Seeing as how I blew up off puffing them trees Was luck enough for me Fuck yeah light it up sheesh Come on smoke me up cuz Get me contact buzz Get me on track they love me when I'm on that stuff But this is Earth calling Shady man come on back Man we're losing him he won't even respond back fuck Now look at all the pretty women in here Dre it's hot I think we better go check on their temperatures I get the thermometer you get the bandages Now baby just bend over this won't hurt a damn bit So one more time for old time's sake Dre drop that beat and scratch that break Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way And let's go So one more time for old time's sake Dre drop that beat and scratch that break Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way And let's go |
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from Dr. Dre 1집 - The Chronic [Expicit Version] (1992)
[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
One, two, three and to the fo' 하나,둘,셋 그리고 넷 Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the do' 스눕도기독과 닥터드레가 문 앞에 섰다. Ready to make an entrance, so back on up 들어갈 준비가 되었으니 모두 물러서 있거라. (cause you know we're bout to rip shit up) (왜냐하면 너도 알다시피 우리는 지금 몽땅 다 뒤집어 놀 참 이거든) Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble 우선 내게 마이크를 다오, 그렇게 난 거품처럼 거침없이 내뱉을 수 있어. Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble 컴튼과 롱 비치가 함께 한다.넌 지금 곤란에 빠져 버린 거야. Ain't nuttin but a G thang, baaaaabay! 오로지 갱스터 뿐이다. Two loc'ed out niggaz so we're craaaaazay! 최고의 두 녀석, 그렇게 우린 극을 이루지 Death Row is the label that paaaaays me! 데쓰로우는 내가 소속된 레이블이야. Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade this (Hell yeah!) 우리들은 결코 퇴행하지 않는다.그러니 볼륨을 줄이지 말아. But uhh, back to the lecture at hand 다시 강의로 돌아와서 얘기 한다. Perfection is perfected, so I'ma let em understand 완벽함은 극에 달하고, 난 그들에게 노래를 들려주려 한다. from a young G's perspective 젊은 갱스터의 시작으로 말야 And before me dig out a bitch I have to find a contraceptive 여자와 섹스를 하기에 앞서 난 콘돔을 찾아야 하지. You never know she could be earnin her man 너희는 그녀가 원하는 남자를 단번에 보낼 수 있다는 것을 모르고 있지. and learnin her man -- and at the same time burnin her man 또한 그녀는 그 남자에게 한 수 가르쳐 주면서 동시에 불타게 만들지 Now you know I ain't with that shit, Lieutenant 지금 너도 알다시피 난 절대 그렇게 당하지 않는다. 잘난체 하는 놈들아 Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it 내가 그 짓을 할땐 어떤 여자도 날 만족시켜 주지 못해. (YEAH!) And that's realer than Real-Deal Holyfield 그래, 그것은 리얼-디얼 홀리 필드 보다 더 리얼하지. And now you hookers and hoes know how I feel 이 걸레들과 매춘부들아, 내가 무슨 말을 하는지 알겠냐? Well if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk 괜찮은 양의 물건을 준다면 내 주머니가 비는 것도 괜찮지 I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff 나는 이 끝내 주는 것들 중 일부만 가져가겠어. [Dr. Dre and Snoop] It's like this and like that and like this and uh 이렇게 저렇게 이렇게 It's like that and like this and like that and uh 이렇게 저렇게 이렇게 It's like this and like that and like this and uh 이렇게 저렇게 이렇게 [Snoop] Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom 드레, 유령처럼 조용히 마이크로 다가와라 [Dr. Dre] Well I'm peepin, and I'm creepin, and I'm creep-in 그래 난 넌지시 보고 있다가 조용히 다가왔다. But I damn near got caught, cause my beeper kept beepin 그런데 삐삐가 울리는 바람에 지금 겨우 마이크를 낚아챘어. Now it's time for me to make my impression felt 자 이제 내가 느낀 점을 말할 시간이다. So sit back, relax, and strap on your seatbelt 마음을 편하게 가지고 앉아 있거라. 안전 벨트도 착용하고 말야. You never been on a ride like this befo' 너는 이전에 이런 멋진 걸 경험하지는 못했을 거야. with a producer who can rap and control the maestro 랩을 하며 명 지휘를 하는 프로듀서를 말야. At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick 동시에 난 마약과 같은 가사를 선사하네. You know, and I know, I flow some ol funky shit 너나 나나 다 알다시피 난 내 작품과 선곡을 위해 to add to my collection, the selection 옛 훵키 곡중 몇개를 샘플링하지 symbolizes dope, take a toke, but don't choke 그것들은 마약과 마리화나의 흡입을 상징한다. 하지만 질식하진 말거라 If you do, you'll have no clue 만일 네가 그렇게 된다면 넌 나와 스눕 독이 on what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do 다음과 같이 하는 것을 즐길 수 없게 된단 말야 [Dr. Dre and Snoop] It's like this and like that and like this and uh 이렇게 저렇게 이렇게 It's like that and like this and like that and uh 이렇게 저렇게 이렇게 It's like this 이렇게 [Dre] And who gives a fuck about those? 누가 저러한 것들에 대해 걱정을 하고 있는 거지? [Snoop] So just chill, til the next episode 다음 이야기가 흐를 때까지 잠시 흔들어 대라 {*funky sample break*} [Snoop Doggy Dogg] Fallin back on that ass, with a hellafied gangsta lean 갱스터 음악에 맞춰 신나게 놀아보자 Gettin funky on the mic like a old batch of collard greens 신선함이 물씬 풍겨나듯 마이크를 잡고 흥겹게 만들어 주지 It's the capital S, oh yes I'm fresh, N double-O P 그건 으뜸가는 스눕, 그래 난 신인 랩퍼야 D O double-G Y, D O double-G, ya see 도기 독, 알겠지? Showin much flex when it's time to wreck a mic 마이크를 잡게 되면 장기를 발휘한다. Pimpin hoes and clockin a grip like my name was Dolomite 내가 dolomite 로 불려질때처럼 여자들과 놀아나며 총을 휴대하지. Yeah, and it don't quit 그래 그러한 나의 행동들은 절대 끝나지 않아. I think they in the mood for some motherfuckin G shit 내가 보기에 애들이 점점 시들시들해져 가는 것 같군. (Hell yeah!) So Dre (Whattup Dogg?) (그래!) 그래서 드레,(왜 독?) Gotta give em what they want (What's that, G?) 그들이 원하는 걸 이제 보여주자고,(어떤 거 말이지?) We gotta break em off somethin (Hell yeah!) 그들을 확 뒤집을 만한 멋진 거.(그래!) And it's gotta be bumpin (City of Compton!) 그것은 신나는 것이어야 해.(컴튼 도시) [Dr. Dre] It's where it takes place so when asked, yo' attention 그곳은 아직도 많은 이들이 궁금해 하는 곳이지,그러니 주목해라 Mobbin like a muh'fucker, but I ain't lynchin 멋진 폭동을 일으키지만 누굴 죽이거나 하진 않아. Droppin the funky shit that's makin the sucka niggaz mumble 멋진 랩을 내뱉으면 머저리들은 우물쭈물 하게 되지. When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, they all crumble 내가 마이크를 잡을 때, 머저리들은 마치 쿠키처럼 가루가 되어 버리지 Try to get close, and your ass'll get smacked 이리 가까이 와라. 두들겨 패 줄테니, My motherfuckin homie Doggy Dogg has got my back 내 멋진 친구 도기 독이 뒤쪽에 포진하고 있다. Never let me slip, cause if I slip, then I'm slippin 내가 이런 저런 얘기를 흘리게끔 하지 마라. 한번 그러기 시작하면 몽땅 다 But if I got my Nina, then you know I'm straight trippin 나와버리거든, 하지만 만일 내가 마리화나를 한다면 난 바로 돌아버린다. And I'ma continue to put the rap down, put the mack down 그리고 난 계속 랩핑을 전개하며 잘난 척 하는 녀석들을 끌어내리지 And if you bitches talk shit, I'll have to put the smack down 네 놈들이 계속 시끄럽게 떠들어 댄다면 난 너희들을 가만두지 않을 거야, Yeah, and you don't stop 그래 멈추지 않는다. I told you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I tock 내가 랩을 하는 건 마치 똑딱 소리를 내는 시계와 같다. But I'm never off, always on, to the break of dawn 절대 멈추지 않고 날 샐 때까지 난 계속해서 이 랩을 진행한다. C-O-M-P-T-O-N, and the city they call Long Beach 컴튼과 롱 비치로 불리는 도시, Puttin the shit together 그들이 이제 함께 한다. Like my nigga D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better" 내 친구 D.O.C.의 노래"그 누구도 우리 보다 잘 할수는 없어" 처럼 [Dr. Dre and Snoop] Like this, that and this and uh 이렇게 저렇게 이렇게 It's like that and like this and like that and uh 저렇게 이렇게 저렇게 It's like this 이렇게 [Dre] And who gives a fuck about those? 누가 저러한 것들에 대해 걱정을 하는거지? [Snoop] So just chill, til the next episode 다음 이야기가 흐를 때까지 잠시 흔들어 대라. |
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from N.W.A - Efil4zaggin (2003)
Why do I call myself a nigger, you ask me?
Well it's because motherfuckers want to blast me And run me outta my neighborhood They label me as a dope dealer Yo! and say that I'm no good But I can't find jobs so niggers wouldn't have to go out Gave up some dope on the corner so they could show out When the cops came, they gave a fake name Because the life in the streets is just a head game So therefore, to make more A fifteen year old black kid will go and rob a liquor store And get shot in the process He ate up a nine bullet and now he's put to rest Why do I call myself a nigger, you ask me? I guess it's the way shit has to be Back when I was young getting a job was murder Fuck flipping burgers Cause a deserve a nine-to-five I can be proud of That I can speak loud of And to help a nigger get out of Yo! the concrete playground But most motherfuckers only want you to stay down But I'm a smart motherfucker you see One of the best producers in the rap music industry Getting paid like a mother fucker A young brother who don't give a fuck about another Why do I call myself a nigger, you ask me? Because police always want to harass me Every time that I'm rolling They swear up and down that the car was stolen Make me get faced down in the street They throw the shit out my car on the concrete In front of a residence A million white motherfuckers on my back like I shot the President Why do I call myself a nigger, you ask me? Because my mouth is so mother fucking nasty Bitch this, bitch that Nigger this, nigger that In the mean while my pockets are getting fat Getting paid to say this shit here Making more in a week than a doctor makes in a year So, why not call myself a nigger? It's better than pulling the trigger and going up the river And don't I get called a nigger anyway? Booked as a motherfucker and locked away So, so, cut out all that bullshit Yo! I guess I'll be a nigga for life (Niggers, crack-heads, thieves If there's a hell below, we're all gonna go) Nigger, Nigger, Nigger, Nigger, Nigger, Nigger, please I'm treated like a fucking disease You say "Why can I call myself a nigger so quick?" Cause I can reach in my draws and pull out a bigger dick Yo! niggers say nigger we cool But, cracker say nigger not to fuck up But I got to be a fast nigger Not to be the last nigger Or I have to beat your ass, nigger In the city you see action first Then hear about it later In a verse I curse Because I'm real with this to keep my shit straight bumpin' Murder created by the streets of Compton I get it from the underground poet I live it, I see it, and I write it Because I know it And if you think I'm fucking your wife Your motherfucking right Yo! Because I'm a nigger for life Nigger, this Nigger, that The actual fact is that I'm black And bound to attract The attention of another I mean the other But I'm a motherfucker that'll have them running for cover You see, I don't give a fuck about nothing Except getting paid, getting bitches, and issuing stitches Which is all needed to read it and find a rhyme And then it's time to say The nigger's here to stay But what about the fake niggers, the house niggers To get paid quick they gotta suck a fat dick But NWA is outta your motherfucking range We ain't gonna change a motherfucking thing I call myself a nigger cause my skin won't whiten I call myself a nigger cause the shit that I'm writin' Hypes me, hypes other motherfuckers around me And that's the reason why they want to surround me And ask me, why do I call myself a nigger-o Ain't none of their fuckin' business cause I'll let the trigger go So get out of my presence, and get out of my sight Cause MC Ren is a nigger for life You're a nigger 'til you die If you're a poor nigger, then you're a poor nigger If you're a rich nigger, you're a rich nigger But you never stop being a nigger And if you get to be educated, you's an educated nigger [Repeats] It's plain to see, you can't change me Cause I'm a be a nigger for life |
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