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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton (1988)
"Kick that shit!" -) Flavor Flav {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*echoes*} Cool kickin ass {*scratch*} cool kickin ass {*scratch*} Cool kickin ass {*scratch*} "Kich that shit!" "Pull up a chair.." -) Rakim {*echoes*} [Verse One: Eazy-E] I don't drink brass monkey, like to be funky Nickname Eazy-E yo' 8 ball junkie Bass drum kickin, to show my shit Rappin holdin my dick boy, I don't quit Crowd rockin motherfucker from around the way I got a six-shooter, yo' mean I'm brave Rollin through the hood, to find the boys to kick dust and cuss, crank up some noise Police on my drawers, I have to pause 40 ounce in my lap and it's freezin my balls I hook a right turn and let the boys go past then I say to myself, "They can kiss my ass!" Hip to get drunk got the 8 in my lips Put in the old tape Marvin Gaye's greatest hits Turn the shit up had the bass cold whompin Cruisin through the Eastside, South of Compton See a big ass, and I say word I took a look at the face, and the bitch was to the curb Hoes on my tip for the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin I, was.. "Cool kickin ass" I, was.. "Raised in L.A." I, was.. "Cruisin down the street in my six-fo'" -) Eazy {"Too, much, posse!" -) Flavor Flav} [Verse Two: Eazy-E] Ridin on Slausson lookin for Crenshaw Turned down the sound, to ditch the law Stopped at a light and had a fit cause a Mexican almost wrecked my shit Flipped his ass off, put it to the floor Bottle was empty so I went to the store Nigga on tilt cause I was drunk See a sissy-ass punk, had to go in my trunk Reached inside cause it's like that Came back out with a silver gat Fired at the punk, and it was all because I had to show the nigga what time it was Pulled out the jammy and like a mirage a sissy like that got out of Dodge Sucka on me cause the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin "Fuck it up y'all!" -) repeat 6X {"YEAH!!!", *guitar riff* -) Beastie Boys} [Verse Three: Eazy-E] Olde English 800 cause that's my brand Take it in a bottle, 40, quart, or can Drink it like a madman, yes I do Fuck the police and a 502 Stepped in the party, I was drunk as hell Three bitches already said, "Eric yo' breath smells!" 40 ounce in hand, that's what I got "Yo man you see Eazy earlin in the parkin lot?" Stepped on your foot, cold dissed yo' hoe Asked her to dance and she said, "Hell no!" Called her a bitch cause that's the rule "Bitch, who you callin a bitch?!" Boys in the hood tryin to keep me cool You tell my homeboy you wanna kick my butt I walked in your face and we get 'em up I start droppin the dogs, and wathc you fold Just dumb full of cum, got knocked out cold "Made you look sick you snotty-nosed prick! Now your fly bitch is all over his dick!" Punk got dropped cause the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin "Stomp a mudhole in your ass!" -) Flavor Flav "Stomp a mudhole in your ass, BITCH!" -) Flav [Verse Four: Eazy-E] Pass the brew motherfucker while I tear shit up and y'all listen up close to roll call Eazy-E's in the place I got money and juice Rendezvous with me and we make the deuce Dre makes the beats so god damn funky Do the Olde 8, fuck the brass monkey Ice Cube writes the rhymes, that I say Hail to the niggaz from C.I.A. Crazy D is down and in effect We make hardcore jams, so fuck respect Make a toast punky-punk to the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*echoes*} {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*scratched to end*} |
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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton (1988)
Ah yeah, right about now Compton's in de mothafuckin' house [yeah do it do it]
NWA's in full effect Hey yo yella boy, kick me that funky-ass beat Yeah, who's in de mothafuckin' house? Compton's in the mothafuckin' house! Yeah, Compton's definetly in the house Hey yo Ren, what we're gonna do? [MC Ren] To the people over here To the people over there To the people, the people, the people, people, the people, the people People From everywhere watching the show Paying top dolars because they know When we're on the stage, we're in a mothafuckin' range So Dre, why don't you get the 12 guage [yeah] And show 'em how Eazy-Duz-It So if you punks wanna make somethin' of it Step up, run up, get up, what's up sucker You want some of this? Then you're a stupid mothafucka! Kickin' - like the kick from a kickdrum Yella boy on the drum gettin' dumb Programmin' - a beat that's hittin' And if you listen then you know we're not bullshittin' Dope - like a pound or a key So shut de fuck up and listen to me I make a killin I got money to the ceiling [why's that?] 'cause I'm a mothafuckin' ruthless villain MC Ren - stomping any fool in my way With some help from my homeboy Dre [Dr. Dre] Now my name iz Dre - de mothafuckin' doctor Rippin' shit up [oh yeah] and here to rock ya With some help from my homeboy E The criminal of the ruthless posse Fuckin' it up [word up] iz what we do The reputation of the NWA crew Gettin' busy because we're cold stampin' And we're born and raised And we're born and raised And we're born and raised in Compton Speakin' of Compton, it's makin' me sick [why?] Everybody'z talkin' that crazy shit Sayin' they were raised in the CPT [aha] Just as I was, they try to be like me Poppin' that shit, get the fuck out my face Knowin' that they never even seen the place Claimin' my city is my city they claim Mothafuckaz we're about to put some salt in your game .. Yeah I'm tired of these mothafuckerz runnin' around town, talkin' about They're from Compton and shit, tryin' to get on the bandwagon .. Yeah Dre, I know what you're sayin' man, but let's tell 'em who we're Talkin' about .. WHAT DO YOU CALL A CREW THAT CAN RAP LIKE THAT ...? Yo NWA call 'em mothafuckaz wack.. [yeah you know what time it iz, listen to why we call 'em wack] They got a wacky wack record wit a wacky wack crew Yo what about the lyrics? That shit's wacky wack too With a fucked up style and a fucked up show Hey yo Ren, what about the scratchin', is it def? Fuck no! The mothafuckin' record is so mothafuckin' wack The mothafuckin' cracka jack needs to step the fuck back ... Do you want some of this? Hell no .. Dre the mothafuckin' doctor Well for the record it's Ren and for the street it's Villain Dre the mothafuckin' doctor Well for the record it's Ren and for the street it's Villain Yella boy, why don't you kick me one of them funky-ass beats? My boy .. my boy .. my boy Ice Cube Yo we got my homeboy Eazy E in de house Won't you tell 'em what your name iz? [MC Ren] MC Ren is the mothafuckin' Coroner I'm gettin' rid of mothafuckaz as if they was a foreigner Show no greed to pretend when I sin I punch you can block it but I'm a still get in This ain't a TKO in the first But it's some shit from a nigga in black it's much worse Then a beat from Tyson 'cause Ren is not nice and Your ass is better off just rollin' a dice and Findin' you a number for luck 'cause you all need it when you see I don't give a fuck My identity, and the shit is gettin' shown Without a video I'm still gettin' on I'm at a show then my picture is takin' One click of the flash and punk niggaz are breakin' To the door, tryin' to join my fan club Lipstickin' over one of my dubs And it's the minimal scratch for the moment Until I fuck up the so called opponet That's standing in the zone of the twilight Sayin' how in de fuck did he get mixed up in my fight It was'nt a mistake, it was a set-up So until I'm finished poppin' my lyrics you should shut up And don't attempt to speak Because it's bad enough you rollin' up shit quick With a nigga like Ren about the hit Now lemme hear you mothafuckaz talk some more shit I'm a bust your ass in your mouth, Yo, unless you're sayin' "Compton's in de house" [Dr. Dre] Who realy cares - about a sucker on a take off Bust de move, we can have a shake n' bake-off Me and you can go 'cause I don't care yo Rap fight or guerilla warfare We can rumble, 'cause when my lungs go in and out I kick rhymes in a bundle to win about Or scarier scaffle I just muffle the opposition, there's no competition Let 'em know that Dre is gettin' stronger Compton's in de house but now it's some' longer I won't get set-up, shut up, I'm kinda fed up You can say uncle and I still won't let up 'cause Dre is the mothafuckin' doctor And if me and Ren's on the mike it's like propaganda, no doubt "Boy you should've known by now" .. Compton's in the house Yeah, it's time to put Compton on de map, don't ever think you can get it on You stupid mothafuckaz! Compton's in the house .. |
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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton (1988)
Yo Dre!! [Ice Cube] It was once said by a man who couldn't quit "Dopeman," please can I have another hit The dopeman said, "Cluck, I don't give a shit if your girl kneel down, and suck my dick" It all happened and the guy tried to choke her Nigga didn't care, she ain't nothin but a smoker That's the way goes, that's the name of the game Young brother gettin over by slangin 'caine Gold around his neck in 14 K heaven Bitches clockin on his dick twenty-four/seven Plus he's makin money, keep the bassheads waitin Rollin six-fo' wit the fresh ass Daytons Livin in Compton, Cailfornia C-A His uzi up yo' ass if he don't get paid Nigga beggin for credit, he's knockin out teeth Clockin much dollars on the 1st and 15th Big wad of money nuttin less than a twenty Yo you want a five-oh the dopeman's got plenty To be a dopeman boy you must qualify Don't get high off your own supply From a ki' to a G it's all about money Ten piece for a champ, bass pipe comes free If people out there are not hip to the fact If you see somebody gettin money for crack he's the Chorus: N.W.A. Dopeman, dopeman! (Ay man, give me a hit) Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo man, fuck that shit!) Dopeman, dopeman! (We just can't quit!) Dopeman, dopeman! (Well suck this bitch!) [Dr. Dre] Wait a minute, wait a minute Who the fuck are you talkin to? Do you know who the fuck I am? Man I can't believe this shit This bitch is tryin to gank me Yo I oughta slap you upside yo' head with nine inches of limp dick [Ice Cube] You need a nigga with money so you get a dopeman Juice that fool for as much as you can She like his car, and he get wit her Got a black eye cause the dopeman hit her Let that slide and you pay it no mind Find that he's slappin you all the time But that's okay, cause he's so rich Ain't you ain't nuttin but a dopeman's bitch Do what he say and you keep your mouth shut Poppin that trash might get you fucked up Well sit and cry, if the dopeman strike you He don't give a fuck he got two just like you There's another girl in the dopeman's life Not quite a bitch but far from a wife She's called strawberry and everybody know strawberry strawberry is the neighborhood hoe Do anything for a hit or two Give the bitch a rock she fucked the whole damn crew It might be your wife and it might make you sick Come home and see her mouth on the dopeman's dick Strawberry, just look and you'll see her But don't fuck around she'll give you gonnorhea If people out there are not hip to the fact the strawberry is a girl sellin pussy for crack to the Chorus: N.W.A. Dopeman, dopeman! (Ay man, give me a hit) Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo man, fuck that shit!) Dopeman, dopeman! (In yo' face) Dopeman, dopeman! "Yo Dre!! Kick in the bass!!" [Ice Cube] If you smoke 'caine, you a stupid motherfucker Known around the hood as the schoolyard clucker Doin that crack with all the money you got On your hands and knees, searchin for a piece of rock Jonesin for a hit, and you're lookin for mo' Done stole the Alpine out of Eazy's six-fo' You need your ass whupped cause it's out of this earth To get a ten-piece need a dollar fifty work Knucklehead nigga, yeah you turned into a crook but swear up and down boy that you ain't hooked You beat your friend up, and you whupped his ass long cause he hit the pipe til the rock was all gone You robbin and stealin, buggin and illin while the dopeman's dealin, what is healin yo' pain Cocaine, this shit's insane Yo E she's a berry, let's run a train (Man, I wouldn't touch that bitch) me neither Hoe go home and wash out your beaver And niggaz out there messin up people's health Yo, what the fuck you gotta say for yourself? [Eazy-E] Well I'm the dopeman, yeah boy, wear a courderoy Money up to here but unemployed You keep smokin that rock and my pockets gettin bigger (Yo, got that five-oh double up nigga!) Yeah high rollin, big money I'm foldin Bitch on my tip for the dick I'm holdin Sprung strawberry jockin me so early Hoe you wanna hit you gotta get your knees dirty Now that's my life, that's how it's cut "Hey dopeman!" Bitch, shut the fuck up! Gotta make a run, it's a big money deal Gankers got the fake but you can get the real from the Chorus: N.W.A. Dopeman, dopeman! (Yeah that's me) Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo can I get a G?) Dopeman, dopeman! (Clock as much as he can) Fuck this shit who am I? THE DOPEMAN! [Eazy-E (as Mexican guy)] Yo Mr. Dopeman, you think you're slick You sold crack to my sister, and now she's sick But if she happens to die, because of your drug I'm puttin in your coolo, a thirty-eight slug |
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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton (1988)
[Dr. Dre]
Yo man there's a lot of brothers out there flakin and perpetratin but scared to kick reality [Ice Cube] Man, you been doin all this dope producin You ain't had a chance to show 'em what time it is [Dr. Dre] So what you want me to do? {Express yourself!} [Dr. Dre] I'm expressin with my full capabilities And now I'm livin in correctional facilities Cause some don't agree with how I do this I get straight and meditate like a Buddhist I'm droppin flava, my behaviour is hereditary But my technique is very necessary Blame it on Ice Cube; because he said it gets funky when you got a subject and a predicate Add it on a dope beat; and it'll make you think Some suckers just tickle me pink - to my stomach Cause they don't flow like this one You know what? I won't hesitate to diss one or two before I'm through, so don't try to sing this Some drop science; while I'm droppin english Even if Yella, makes it a-capella I still express, yo, I don't smoke weed or sess Cause it's known to give a brother brain damage And brain damage on the mic don't manage - NUTHIN but makin a sucka and you equal Don't be another sequel.. {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} [Dr. Dre] Now, gettin back to the PG That's program, and it's easy Dre is back, new jacks are made hollow Expressin ain't their subject because they like to follow the words, the style, the trend; the records I spin Again and again and again - yo, you're on the other end Whatch a brother playin dope rhymes, with no help There's no fessin or guessin while I'm expressin myself It's crazy to see people be what society wants them to be, but not me RUTHLESS, is the way to go, they know Others say rhymes which fail to be original or they kill where the hip-hop starts Forget about the ghetto, and rap for the pop charts Some musicians cuss at home But scared to use profanity when upon the microphone Yeah, they want reality, but you will hear none They'd rather exaggerate a little fiction Some say no to drugs, and take a stand But after the show, they go lookin for the "Dopeman" Or they ban my group from the radio Hear N.W.A. and say, "Hell no!" But you know it ain't all about wealth As long as you make a note to.. {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} [Dr. Dre] {Express yourself!} .. from the heart cause if you wanna start to move up the chart then expression is a big part of it You ain't efficient when you flow, you ain't swift Movin like a tortoise, full of rigor mortis There's a little bit more to show I got rhymes in my mind, embedded like an embryo or a lesson - all of 'em expression And if you start fessin, I got a Smith and Wessun for ya I might ignore your record because it has no bottom I get loose in the summer winter spring and autumn It's Dre on the mic, gettin physical Doin' the job, N.W.A is the lynch mob! Yes I'ma climb, but you know you need this And the knowledge is growin just like a fetus or a tumor, but here is the rumor Dre is in the neighborhood and he's up to no good When I start expressin myself, Yella, slam it Cause if I stay funky like this I'm doin damage Or I'ma be too hyped, and need a straight jacket I got knowledge, and other suckers lack it So, when you see Dre, a DJ on the mic Ask what it's like - it's like we're gettin hyped tonight Cause if I strike, it ain't for your good health But I won't strike if you just.. {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Go on and do it..} {*music fades*} |
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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton (1988)
[Dr. Dre]
Yo man there's a lot of brothers out there flakin and perpetratin but scared to kick reality [Ice Cube] Man, you been doin all this dope producin You ain't had a chance to show 'em what time it is [Dr. Dre] So what you want me to do? {Express yourself!} [Dr. Dre] I'm expressin with my full capabilities And now I'm livin in correctional facilities Cause some don't agree with how I do this I get straight and meditate like a Buddhist I'm droppin flava, my behaviour is hereditary But my technique is very necessary Blame it on Ice Cube; because he said it gets funky when you got a subject and a predicate Add it on a dope beat; and it'll make you think Some suckers just tickle me pink - to my stomach Cause they don't flow like this one You know what? I won't hesitate to diss one or two before I'm through, so don't try to sing this Some drop science; while I'm droppin english Even if Yella, makes it a-capella I still express, yo, I don't smoke weed or sess Cause it's known to give a brother brain damage And brain damage on the mic don't manage - NUTHIN but makin a sucka and you equal Don't be another sequel.. {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} [Dr. Dre] Now, gettin back to the PG That's program, and it's easy Dre is back, new jacks are made hollow Expressin ain't their subject because they like to follow the words, the style, the trend; the records I spin Again and again and again - yo, you're on the other end Whatch a brother playin dope rhymes, with no help There's no fessin or guessin while I'm expressin myself It's crazy to see people be what society wants them to be, but not me RUTHLESS, is the way to go, they know Others say rhymes which fail to be original or they kill where the hip-hop starts Forget about the ghetto, and rap for the pop charts Some musicians cuss at home But scared to use profanity when upon the microphone Yeah, they want reality, but you will hear none They'd rather exaggerate a little fiction Some say no to drugs, and take a stand But after the show, they go lookin for the "Dopeman" Or they ban my group from the radio Hear N.W.A. and say, "Hell no!" But you know it ain't all about wealth As long as you make a note to.. {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} [Dr. Dre] {Express yourself!} .. from the heart cause if you wanna start to move up the chart then expression is a big part of it You ain't efficient when you flow, you ain't swift Movin like a tortoise, full of rigor mortis There's a little bit more to show I got rhymes in my mind, embedded like an embryo or a lesson - all of 'em expression And if you start fessin, I got a Smith and Wessun for ya I might ignore your record because it has no bottom I get loose in the summer winter spring and autumn It's Dre on the mic, gettin physical Doin' the job, N.W.A is the lynch mob! Yes I'ma climb, but you know you need this And the knowledge is growin just like a fetus or a tumor, but here is the rumor Dre is in the neighborhood and he's up to no good When I start expressin myself, Yella, slam it Cause if I stay funky like this I'm doin damage Or I'ma be too hyped, and need a straight jacket I got knowledge, and other suckers lack it So, when you see Dre, a DJ on the mic Ask what it's like - it's like we're gettin hyped tonight Cause if I strike, it ain't for your good health But I won't strike if you just.. {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Go on and do it..} {*music fades*} |
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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton (1988)
Here's a little somethin' bout a nigga like me never shoulda been let out the penititary Ice Cube would like ta say That I'm a crazy mutha fucka from around the way Since I was a youth, I smoked weed out Now I'm the mutha fucka that ya read about Takin' a life or two that's what the hell I do, you don't like how I'm livin well fuck you! This is a gang, and I'm in it My man Dre'll fuck you up in a minute With a right left, right left you're toothless And then you say goddamn they ruthless! Everwhere we go they say [damn!] N W A's fuckin' up tha program And then you realize we don't care We don't just say no, we to busy sayin' yeah! To drinkin' straight out the eight bottle Do I look like a mutha fuckin role model? To a kid lookin' up ta me Life ain't nothin but bitches and money. Cause I'm tha type o' nigga that's built ta last If ya fuck wit me I'll put a foot in ya ass See I don't give a fuck 'cause I keep bailin Yo, what the fuck are they yellin Chorus: Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin "It's not about a salary, it's all about reality" - KRS One Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin "Hopin you sophisticated motherfuckers hear what I have to say" Verse Two: Ice Cube When me and my posse stepped in the house All the punk-ass niggaz start breakin out Cause you know, they know whassup So we started lookin for the bitches with the big butts Like her, but she keep cryin "I got a boyfriend" Bitch stop lyin Dumb-ass hooker ain't nuttin but a dyke Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like Walked over to em, and said, "Whassup?" The first nigga that I saw, hit em in the jaw Ren started stompin em, and so did E By that time got rushed by security Out the door, but we don't quit Ren said, "Let's start some shit!" I got a shotgun, and here's the plot Takin niggaz out with a flurry of buckshots Boom boom boom, yeah I was gunnin And then you look, all you see is niggaz runnin and fallin and yellin and pushin and screamin and cussin, I stepped back, and I kept bustin And then I realized it's time for me to go So I stopped, jumped in the vehicle It's like this, because of that who-ride N.W.A. is wanted for a homicide Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last Fuck wit me, I'll put my foot in your ass See I don't give a fuck, cause I keep bailin Yo, what the fuck are they yellin? Chorus: Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin "It's not about a salary, it's all about reality" - KRS One Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin "He'll tell you exactly how he feel, and don't want a fuckin thing back" Verse Three: Ice Cube Homies all standin around, just hangin Some dope-dealin, some gang-bangin We decide to roll and we deep See a nigga on Dayton's and we creep Real slow, and before you know I had my shotgun pointed in the window He got scared, and hit the gas Right then, I knew I has to smoke his ass He kept rollin, I jumped in the bucket We couldn't catch him, so I said fuck it Then we headed right back to the fort Sweatin all the bitches in the biker shorts We didn't get no play, from the ladies With six niggaz in a car are you crazy? She was scared, and it was showin We all said "Fuck you bitch!" and kept goin To the hood, and we was fin to Find somethin else to get into Like some pussy, or in fact A bum rush, but we call it rat pack On a nigga for nuttin at all Ice Cube'll go stupid when I'm full of eight ball I might stumble, but I won't lose Now I'm dressed in the county blues Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last If you Fuck wit me, I'll put my foot in your ass I don't give a fuck, cause I keep bailin Yo, what the fuck are they yellin? Interlude: Ice Cube, Dr. Dre [Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut this shit] {Man whatcha gonna do now?} "What we're gonna do right here is go way back" [How far you goin back?] "Way back" "As we go a lil somethin like this" - Slick Rick Here's a lil gangsta, short in size A t-shirt and Levi's is his only disguise Built like a tank yet hard to hit Ice Cube and Eazy E cold runnin shit Verse Four: Eazy E, MC Ren Well I'm Eazy E the one they're talkin about Nigga tried to roll the dice and just crapped out Police tried to roll, so it's time to go I creeped away real slow and jumped in the six-fo' Wit the "Diamond in the back, sun-roof top" Diggin the scene with the gangsta lean Cause I'm the E, I don't slang or bang I just smoke motherfuckers like it ain't no thang And all you bitches, you know I'm talkin to you "We want to fuck you Eazy!" I want to fuck you too Cause you see, I don't really take no shit [So let me tell you motherfuckers who you're fuckin with] Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last If you Fuck wit me, I'll put my foot in your ass I don't give a fuck, cause I keep bailin Yo, what the fuck are they yellin? Chorus: Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin "It's not about a salary, it's all about reality" - KRS One Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin "He'll fuck up you and yours, and anything that gets in his way" Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin "It's not about a salary, it's all about reality" - KRS One Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin "He'll just call you a low-life motherfucker, and talk about your funky ways" |
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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton (1988)
Intro: girl, Ice Cube [Ice Cube, do you think you could give me some money to get my hair done?] How short's your hair right now? [Well you know I get it done every week, and I need my nails done too] Look, I'ma tell you like this Verse One: I ain't the one, the one to get played like a pooh butt See I'm from the street, so I know what's up On these silly games that's played by the women I'm only happy when I'm goin up in em But you know, I'm a menace to society But girls in biker shorts are so fly to me So I step to em, with aggression Listen to the kid, and learn a lesson today See they think we narrow minded Cause they got a cute face, and big-behinded So I walk over and say "How ya doin?" See I'm only down for screwin, but you know ya gotta play it off cool Cause if they catch you slippin, you'll get schooled And they'll get you for your money, son Next thing you know you're gettin their hair and they nails done Fool, and they'll let you show em off But when it comes to sex, they got a bad cough Or a headache, it's all give and no take Run out of money, and watch your heart break They'll drop you like a bad habit cause a brother with money yo, they gotta have it Messin with me though, they gets none You can't juice Ice Cube girl, cause I ain't the one Interlude One: [Girrrrrl, you got to get these brothers for all the money you can honey. Cause if they ain't got no money, they can't do nothin for me but get out of my face.] [I know what you mean girl, it ain't nothin right jumpin off unless he got dollars] Verse Two: Sometimes I used to wonder How the hell an ugly dude get a fine girl's number He's gettin juiced for his ducats I tell a girl in a minute yo, I drive a bucket And won't think nuttin of it She can ride or walk, either leave it or love it I show her that I'm not the O, the N-E, say I'm a ruthless N-I double-G A Cause I'm gamin on a female that's gamin on me You know I spell girl with a B A brother like me is only out for one thing I think with my ding-a-ling, but I won't bring no flowers to your doorstep, when we goin out Cause you'll take it for granted, no doubt And after the date, I'ma want to do the wild thing You want lobster huh? I'm thinking Burger King And when I take you, you get frustrated You can't juice Ice Cube and you hate it But you see, I don't go nuts Over girls like you with the BIG ol butts It start comin out the pocket, to knock it But when the damage is done... You can only lay me girl, you can't play me girl For the simple fact that, I ain't the one Interlude Two: [I don't care how they look if they got money, we can hook up but they ain't gettin none.] [Yeah I just make em think they gonna get some, play up they mind a lil bit, and get that money.] [Oh Ice Cube, can I have some money pleeeease?] Verse Three: Give you money why bother Cause you know I'm lookin nothin like your father Girl, I can't be played or ganked Ganked means getting took for your bank Or your gold or your money or something Nine times outta ten, she's giving up nothing They get mad when I put it in perspective But let's see if my knowledge is effective To the brothas man they robbing you blind Cause they fine with a big behind, but pay it no mind Keep your money to yourself homie and if you got enough game You'll get her name and her number Without going under You can't leave em and love and stay above em I used to get no play now she stay behind me Cause I said I had a Benz 190 But I lied and played the one Just to get some now she feels dumb To my homies it's funny But that's what you get trying to play me for my money Now don't you feel used But I don't give hoot, huh, because I knock boots You shouldn't be, so damn material And try to milk Ice Cube like cereal Now how many times do I have to say it Cause if I have to go get a gun You girls will learn I don't burn You think I'm a sucka, but I ain't the one Outro: [But you said you love me!] I don't see no rings on this finger [Why you doin me like this? I love you!] Yeah you love my money, I got what I wanted -- beat it |
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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton (1988)
[MC Ren:] Ren is the villain and you're just an hostage so whenever I'm steppin cover your head like an ostrich Groupies been waitin for this, suckers been hatin for this You know why ? Because so many are relatin to this Jealous is how they feel it intentionally but they start to love it becoz I made it eventually Pumpin the music I keep the music like pumpin coz Ren ain't in here for nuthin, I keep the average crowd jumpin Yo, you know the color, the villain's in black Always down to make noise, and attack So you better get back unless you wanna come with it and make your face like a target and close your eyes when I hit it You're screamin with fear but it's with fear that you're screamin you're wakin up in a sweat coz Ren is givin bad dreams and I'm not schemin, I'm just tellin the facts That's how it is when N.W.A. starts to jack So brothers that wanna scrap with me That sweezin and sneezin will have to lap with me especially beggin to write some lyrics with me I just snatch your girl to take a nap with me coz when it comes to Ren there's no comparison And if you try to be me, it's quite embarassin but I understand coz you're mentally slow coz I can tell from the jump you're too nervous to go If it aint' ruff it ain't me (scratch) [Tha gangsta's black and he's about to attack] If it ain't ruff it ain't me (scratch) Lemme bust a freestyle here [Allright then] I can tell that you're afraid to fight me simple because you lost the crowd and they had to invite me becoz you're sweat as a puddle but there's a puddle o' sweat I'm a threath, so get a cold rag and wipe your neck and clean the dirt off your face that calls acne It's ridiculous thinkin that you can jack me This is the round where the punch will go until ya A G-A-T that's known as a flow I'm makin a point but it's a point that I'm makin Like, see, I'm hatin the fakin I keep the suckers like shakin Scared to speak with a tongue and they're chozen The sound of my voice in their ear and they're frozen This is a battle to the death, it's like the [?? same ol' ??] against a brother on a tip, with [??] Givin a pain but it's with pain that I'm givin but I'm comparin and tearin'em but I'm makin a livin with the hype of a 9 Volt battery and the odds for me to conquer is averagely good Meanin I'm a flow I'm from the streets so, yo, I'm ready to go If it ain't ruff it ain't me [Yo Ren] [Tha gangsta's black and he's about to attack] If it ain't ruff it ain't me [Man whatcha gonna do now ?] [get funky] The 'do not disturb' sign is in effect while I'm thinkin of a fool to select to give the victim the verdict so for the verdict a victim slammin my vocals on a dance with the rest then I kick them Tell'em they're guilty, and beep out the bailer and get a new track o' drums so I can play with percussion; pumpin it loud when I perform Yo, you wanna play in my game, put on a uniform It ain't a rule in the book you have to go by Hey, coz when it comes to cheatin yo you should know I for fear in the hearts coz it's the hearts full of fear coz what you hear in your ear is something funky and clear The hump was incredible yo but Ren he was super But now I'm ruthless, a civilian and not a trooper but a soldier with a top rankin givin dope material, the hell with the gankin So play like an airplane and just jet and keep your blood pressure low coz I'm a [??], if not I'm afraid of the show that you're a sucker and you're too nervous to go If it ain't ruff it ain't me [Yo Ren] [The gangsta's black and he's about to attack] If it ain't ruff it ain't me [Yo Ren] [The gangsta's black] If it ain't ... If it ain't (scratching) |
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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton (1988)
[Dr. Dre]
One, two, three, kick it [The D.O.C.] Aiyyo Dre, what's goin on man? What's goin on? Ay what ch'all gonna do for this last record? Nah tell me what cha'all gonna do? Okay, you want me to do the intro? Aight! Parental discretion is advised for the moment While I'm getting candid, now understand it Ain't too typical in any way, though the pro on the mic is the D.O. to the C. this is an intro I know the DOC makes you want to take a valium So buy a bucket cause upcomin is my album And for the record, meanin my record, check it Listen to the single and you'll be like, yo, I gotta get it But in the meantime, listen to the rhyme of the Dr. Dre, played wit N.W.A. Yella's on the drum roll, rockin the beat Aiyyo Dre, where's you gonna take this shit man? [Dr. Dre] Aiyyo, let's take it to the street (WORD UP!) Let 'em understand perfection Let knowledge be the tool for suckers to stop guessin Cause I don't give a fuck about a radio play Observed the english I display Lyrics for the adults, children have been barred and scarred from listenin to somethin so motherfuckin HARD Dope, pumpin that's so my shit will never falter Yo it's Dre so fuck the "Mind of Minolta" Psycho, like no, other motherfucker So step to me wrong, G-O for what you N-O But be warned, never will I leave like a regular Cause I'm a little better than the regular competitor I use to see 'em on stage Earnin money like a thief, but without a guage Until I got full, of clockin the lame gettin pull (They said you wasn't gon' get paid) Nah that's bullshit! They like it stylistic And I enchant the crowd like I'm a mystic (C-C-C-C) C-C-C-cameras are flashin, when I'm in action A photo, or fresh with a flair for fashion Pure simplicity, see it's elementary You hear one of the hardest motherfuckers this century Try to comprise a word to the wise and the guys Parental discretion is advised [MC Ren] Ren is most extremely high performance The black hat cause I worn this, cause it's like enormous Some shit I don't take it, not even in a toliet And shit from a sucker, put in a pot and I'll boil it Turn up the pilot as it burns And maybe, the motherfuckers will learn I'm not a sub, cause I speak sensible Not considered a prince, cause I'm a principal I'm engineerin; the shit that you're hearin Cause when it comes to power, I'm power steerin Silly you say, I say you're silly when you say it Rushin to the eject, to put my shit in and play it It's like Apollo, but I'm not an amateur And I'm not givin a fuck, while I'm damagin ya It's for the record; so Ren's lyrics is gonna spin it And if there was a trophy involved, I'll win it Possession is mine and I'm the holder Cause a nigga like Ren don't give a fuck cause I'm older So for you to step off would be wise And say fuck it, parental discretion is advised [Ice Cube] I be what is known as a bandit You gotta hand it to me when you truly understand it Cause if you fail to see, read it in braile It'll still be funky -- so what's next is the flex of a genius, my rapid-stutter-steppin if you seen this dope, you hope that I don't really mean this But if played, made the grade or high-top fade It's not my trademark when I get loose in the dark You guess it was a test of a different style It's just another motherfucker on the pile Drivin your ass with the flow of your tongue You hung yourself short, the after-knowledge was brung to your attention, by the hardest motherfuckin artist that is know for lynchin any sucker in a minute Stagger 'em all When I start flowin like Niagara Falls Ice Cube is equipped to rip shit in a battle Move like a snake when I'm mad; and then my tail rattle I get low on the flow so let your kids know When I bust, parental discretion is a must [Eazy-E] Little did they know, that I would be arrivin And it's surprisin, rockin it from where I been But it's the E here to take, no mistake to be made in the trade where funky ass records are bein played Fuck the regular, yo as I get better the bitches wanna trick and go stupid up on the dick So I get 'em hot, thinkin they're gonna get it As they sit, rubbin their legs like a cricket To you it may be funny, but there's no service of beef, without money So slip the C-note, and you can choke on a wing-ding-ding-a-ling down your throat Foreplay; to me ain't shit When you spread 'em I'm ready, then you can get the dick of the Eaze, if you can deal with the size But if you can't, parental discretion's advised! {*echoes*} {*bass guitar and piano solo for a minute*} [Unknown voice at the end after band breaks down] Shut the fuck up!! |
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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton (1988)
(Listen to this)
(Eazy E:) Yo Ren ! (MC Ren:) Whassup ? (Eazy E: Take) (one) (MC Ren: Yo) (Hit it) |
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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton (1988)
Yo give me something 2 dance 2
Calling the police, calling the G-Men Calling all Americans to war with the underworld Arabian Prince, back wit a style that's hype Not slow and low, it's the fast type Gettin' dumped, can you hear the drums Yo, Dre why don't you pump it up some I pumped it up so now what's up Yo, Yella boy, add a little cut What the hell, you think we need some bells Yeah, homeboy, might as well There it is, so now what's next a little So find me a ho, wait a minute, you need somethin' else then it This is what I want you to do, feel the groove, bust a move Yo, yo, I'm tired, what about you, man this is somethin' to dance to Man that's wack, everybody used that Yo, why don't you bring back the other track Yeah, there you go that's what I'm sayin' I like it when that dope stuff's playin' Real loud, in ya ear hole Man let's go, I think my feet are swoll' from dancin' so damn much Man, I don't give a, what you wanna leave? With all these females pullin' on my sleeve I bet, you can jet, homeboy, no sweat This is what I want you to do Feel the groove, bust a move Here I come to see the dance This is something 2 dance 2 Let the bass kick This is something 2 dance 2 This is something 2 dance 2 This is something 2 dance 2 This is something 2 dance 2 This is something 2 dance 2 This is something 2 dance 2 This, this is something 2 dance |
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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton (1988)
[Dre] Ah yeah, yo Ren, yo ready to do this shit ?
[Ren] Yeah, Dre, let's rip shit up [Dre] Hey, yo Yella Boy, why don't you kick me one of them funky beats ? [Ren] Yo, we got my homeboy Eazy E in the house [Dre] Compton's definately in the house. Yo Ren, whatta we gonna call this ? Tell'em what yo name is ? [Ren] Yeah something like that [Dre] Allright, let's kick this shit on the one Kick it [Ren] Back by demand, now it's big as fuck because you as the public, you should know what's up "Compton's in the House" was more than gold, it was a hit cause it was based on some crazy shit So our final conclusion has been permitted Punks made us a target and knew that we'd hit it But that was a part of showbizz [Dre] Hey yo homeboy, why don't you tell'em what your name is ? [Ren] Well for the record it's Ren, and for the street it's villain And strapped with a gat, it's more like Matt Dillon on "Gunsmoke", but not a man of the law I'm just the baddest motherfucker that you ever saw See, I peep and then I creep on a fool Get my bloodpressure high but still stay cool Dig a grave of a nigga lookin' up to me that really had the nerve that he could fuck with me Who was the man in the mass, while I was waitin' to axe you know, it's MC Ren kickin' mucho ass Gettin' respect in showbizz Hey yo homeboy [Dre: Whassup ?] Why don't you tell'em what yo name is ? [Dre] Dre, the motherfuckin' doctor, bitch hopper The sucker-motherfucker stopper Back with a vocal track that's a fresh one so now, let's get the motherfuckin' session goin', flowin'. It's time to start throwin' rhymes. So keep in mind all the suckers I'm blowin' cause I'm a start showin' the time Never sayin' I'm the best and just goin' for mine Unlike a lotta suckers who claim they're gettin' busy when their records only make good frisbees You need to stop runnin' off the mouth Stop and think before you put some whack bullshit out It's not difficult, in fact it's kinda simple to create something funky that's original You need to talk about the place to be who you are, what you got, about a suck MC [Dre] Oh yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about, Ren, You know what I'm sayin' ? [Ren] Yeah, I know what you're sayin', Dre, but you still ain't told'em enough, man [Dre] Allright, Allright Well, let's kick one more verse right here, allright Kick it [Dre]+[Ren] This is portable, something to fuck with yo ear Ren and Dre will appear when the sound is clear to fuck it up like we always do, and that's the trick Sayin' some shit to make the bitches wanna suck our dicks But it's an everyday thang communicating to y'all with the Compton slang Compton's back in the house and your appartment so open your door, by the way, so we can start it Test the monitors and call this mic cause the way we feel, we're gonna fuck it up tonight I got my mic in my hand, with a hell of a grip Bitches screamin' and shit, now it's a trip Waitin' for the grand finale, or the end or stupid rhymes set be Dre and Ren Well, like a kid, we get new shoes and go faster Smilin', like hell, as we move past the suckers, the motherfuckers with the ego hype cause we're positive and they're on a negative type and if think we're about to quit... motherfucker you ain't heard shit [Dre] Yeah, that shit was funky, you know what I'm sayin', Ren ? [Ren] I know what you're sayin', this is MC Ren and Dr.Dre cold kickin' it in the place [Dre] Ah yeah, my mellow Eazy E in the house Yella Boy in the house my boy Ice Cube Arabian Prince cold rockin' shit [Ren] Oh yeah, hey, I'm a say whassup to my homeboys from CNW [Dre] Yeah, hey, yo Ren, whatta we gonna call this shit ? Tell'em what yo name is ? [Ren] Yeah something like that... |
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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton (1988)
Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes When I'm called off, I got a sawed off Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off You too, boy, if ya fuck with me The police are gonna hafta come an |
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from N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton (1988)
Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes When I'm called off, I got a sawed off Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off You too, boy, if ya fuck with me The police are gonna hafta come an |
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from N.W.A - N.W.A. & The Posse (1989)
"Kick that shit!" -) Flavor Flav {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*echoes*} Cool kickin ass {*scratch*} cool kickin ass {*scratch*} Cool kickin ass {*scratch*} "Kich that shit!" "Pull up a chair.." -) Rakim {*echoes*} [Verse One: Eazy-E] I don't drink brass monkey, like to be funky Nickname Eazy-E yo' 8 ball junkie Bass drum kickin, to show my shit Rappin holdin my dick boy, I don't quit Crowd rockin motherfucker from around the way I got a six-shooter, yo' mean I'm brave Rollin through the hood, to find the boys to kick dust and cuss, crank up some noise Police on my drawers, I have to pause 40 ounce in my lap and it's freezin my balls I hook a right turn and let the boys go past then I say to myself, "They can kiss my ass!" Hip to get drunk got the 8 in my lips Put in the old tape Marvin Gaye's greatest hits Turn the shit up had the bass cold whompin Cruisin through the Eastside, South of Compton See a big ass, and I say word I took a look at the face, and the bitch was to the curb Hoes on my tip for the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin I, was.. "Cool kickin ass" I, was.. "Raised in L.A." I, was.. "Cruisin down the street in my six-fo'" -) Eazy {"Too, much, posse!" -) Flavor Flav} [Verse Two: Eazy-E] Ridin on Slausson lookin for Crenshaw Turned down the sound, to ditch the law Stopped at a light and had a fit cause a Mexican almost wrecked my shit Flipped his ass off, put it to the floor Bottle was empty so I went to the store Nigga on tilt cause I was drunk See a sissy-ass punk, had to go in my trunk Reached inside cause it's like that Came back out with a silver gat Fired at the punk, and it was all because I had to show the nigga what time it was Pulled out the jammy and like a mirage a sissy like that got out of Dodge Sucka on me cause the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin "Fuck it up y'all!" -) repeat 6X {"YEAH!!!", *guitar riff* -) Beastie Boys} [Verse Three: Eazy-E] Olde English 800 cause that's my brand Take it in a bottle, 40, quart, or can Drink it like a madman, yes I do Fuck the police and a 502 Stepped in the party, I was drunk as hell Three bitches already said, "Eric yo' breath smells!" 40 ounce in hand, that's what I got "Yo man you see Eazy earlin in the parkin lot?" Stepped on your foot, cold dissed yo' hoe Asked her to dance and she said, "Hell no!" Called her a bitch cause that's the rule "Bitch, who you callin a bitch?!" Boys in the hood tryin to keep me cool You tell my homeboy you wanna kick my butt I walked in your face and we get 'em up I start droppin the dogs, and wathc you fold Just dumb full of cum, got knocked out cold "Made you look sick you snotty-nosed prick! Now your fly bitch is all over his dick!" Punk got dropped cause the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin "Stomp a mudhole in your ass!" -) Flavor Flav "Stomp a mudhole in your ass, BITCH!" -) Flav [Verse Four: Eazy-E] Pass the brew motherfucker while I tear shit up and y'all listen up close to roll call Eazy-E's in the place I got money and juice Rendezvous with me and we make the deuce Dre makes the beats so god damn funky Do the Olde 8, fuck the brass monkey Ice Cube writes the rhymes, that I say Hail to the niggaz from C.I.A. Crazy D is down and in effect We make hardcore jams, so fuck respect Make a toast punky-punk to the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*echoes*} {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*scratched to end*} |
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from N.W.A - N.W.A. & The Posse (1989)
Cruising down the street in my 6-4 Jockin the freaks clocking the dough Went to the park to get the scoop Knuckleheads out there cold shooting some hoops A car pulls up who can it be A fresh El Camino rolled, Kilo G He rolls down his window and he started to say It's all about making that GTA chorus Cuz the boyz n tha hood are always hard You come talking that trash we'll pull your card Knowing nothing in life but to be legit Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't saying shit [Eazy-E] Donald B's in the place to give me the pace He said my man JB is on freebase The boy JB was a friend of mine Till I caught him in my car trying to steal my Alpine Chased him up the street to call a truce The silly cluck head pulled out a deuce-deuce Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge One sucker dead, LA Times first page chorus [Eazy-E] Bored as hell and I wanna get ill So I went to a place where my homeboys chill The fellows out there, making that dollar I pulled up in my 6-4 Impala They greet me with a 40 and I started drinking And from the 8-ball my breath start stinking Love to get my girl, to rock that body Before I left I hit the Bacardi Went to her house to get her out of the pad Dumb hoe says something stupid that made me mad She said somethin that I couldn't believe So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave She started talkin shit, wouldn't you know? Reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe Her father jumped out and he started to shout So I threw a right-cross cold knocked him out chorus [Eazy-E] I'm rollin hard now I'm under control Then wrapped my 6-4 round the telephone poll I looked at my car and I said, "Oh brother I throw it in the gutter and go buy another" Walkin home I see the G ride Now Kat is drivin Kilo on the side As they busted a U, they got pulled over An undercover cop in a dark green Nova Kat got beaten for resistin arrest He socked the pig in the head for rippin his Guess Now G is caught for doin the crime Fourth offence on the boy, he'll do some time chorus [Eazy-E] I went to get them out but there was no bail The fellaz start to riot in the county jail Two days later in municiple court Kilo G on trial cold cut a fart Disruption of a court, said the judge On a six-year sentence my man didn't budge Bailiff came over to turn him in Kilo G looked up and gave a grin He yelled out "FIRE!" then came Suzy The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi Police shot the bitch but didn't hurt her Both up state for attempted murder chorus |
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from N.W.A - N.W.A. & The Posse (1989)
Yo Dre!! [Ice Cube] It was once said by a man who couldn't quit "Dopeman," please can I have another hit The dopeman said, "Cluck, I don't give a shit if your girl kneel down, and suck my dick" It all happened and the guy tried to choke her Nigga didn't care, she ain't nothin but a smoker That's the way goes, that's the name of the game Young brother gettin over by slangin 'caine Gold around his neck in 14 K heaven Bitches clockin on his dick twenty-four/seven Plus he's makin money, keep the bassheads waitin Rollin six-fo' wit the fresh ass Daytons Livin in Compton, Cailfornia C-A His uzi up yo' ass if he don't get paid Nigga beggin for credit, he's knockin out teeth Clockin much dollars on the 1st and 15th Big wad of money nuttin less than a twenty Yo you want a five-oh the dopeman's got plenty To be a dopeman boy you must qualify Don't get high off your own supply From a ki' to a G it's all about money Ten piece for a champ, bass pipe comes free If people out there are not hip to the fact If you see somebody gettin money for crack he's the Chorus: N.W.A. Dopeman, dopeman! (Ay man, give me a hit) Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo man, fuck that shit!) Dopeman, dopeman! (We just can't quit!) Dopeman, dopeman! (Well suck this bitch!) [Dr. Dre] Wait a minute, wait a minute Who the fuck are you talkin to? Do you know who the fuck I am? Man I can't believe this shit This bitch is tryin to gank me Yo I oughta slap you upside yo' head with nine inches of limp dick [Ice Cube] You need a nigga with money so you get a dopeman Juice that fool for as much as you can She like his car, and he get wit her Got a black eye cause the dopeman hit her Let that slide and you pay it no mind Find that he's slappin you all the time But that's okay, cause he's so rich Ain't you ain't nuttin but a dopeman's bitch Do what he say and you keep your mouth shut Poppin that trash might get you fucked up Well sit and cry, if the dopeman strike you He don't give a fuck he got two just like you There's another girl in the dopeman's life Not quite a bitch but far from a wife She's called strawberry and everybody know strawberry strawberry is the neighborhood hoe Do anything for a hit or two Give the bitch a rock she fucked the whole damn crew It might be your wife and it might make you sick Come home and see her mouth on the dopeman's dick Strawberry, just look and you'll see her But don't fuck around she'll give you gonnorhea If people out there are not hip to the fact the strawberry is a girl sellin pussy for crack to the Chorus: N.W.A. Dopeman, dopeman! (Ay man, give me a hit) Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo man, fuck that shit!) Dopeman, dopeman! (In yo' face) Dopeman, dopeman! "Yo Dre!! Kick in the bass!!" [Ice Cube] If you smoke 'caine, you a stupid motherfucker Known around the hood as the schoolyard clucker Doin that crack with all the money you got On your hands and knees, searchin for a piece of rock Jonesin for a hit, and you're lookin for mo' Done stole the Alpine out of Eazy's six-fo' You need your ass whupped cause it's out of this earth To get a ten-piece need a dollar fifty work Knucklehead nigga, yeah you turned into a crook but swear up and down boy that you ain't hooked You beat your friend up, and you whupped his ass long cause he hit the pipe til the rock was all gone You robbin and stealin, buggin and illin while the dopeman's dealin, what is healin yo' pain Cocaine, this shit's insane Yo E she's a berry, let's run a train (Man, I wouldn't touch that bitch) me neither Hoe go home and wash out your beaver And niggaz out there messin up people's health Yo, what the fuck you gotta say for yourself? [Eazy-E] Well I'm the dopeman, yeah boy, wear a courderoy Money up to here but unemployed You keep smokin that rock and my pockets gettin bigger (Yo, got that five-oh double up nigga!) Yeah high rollin, big money I'm foldin Bitch on my tip for the dick I'm holdin Sprung strawberry jockin me so early Hoe you wanna hit you gotta get your knees dirty Now that's my life, that's how it's cut "Hey dopeman!" Bitch, shut the fuck up! Gotta make a run, it's a big money deal Gankers got the fake but you can get the real from the Chorus: N.W.A. Dopeman, dopeman! (Yeah that's me) Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo can I get a G?) Dopeman, dopeman! (Clock as much as he can) Fuck this shit who am I? THE DOPEMAN! [Eazy-E (as Mexican guy)] Yo Mr. Dopeman, you think you're slick You sold crack to my sister, and now she's sick But if she happens to die, because of your drug I'm puttin in your coolo, a thirty-eight slug |
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from N.W.A - N.W.A. & The Posse (1989)
Oww DRINK IT UP BABY! (drink it up baby) GULP IT ON DOWN! (gulp it on down) COME ON SUCK IT UP BABY! (suck it up baby) SIP IT AND PASS IT AROUND! (pass it around) NOW I CAN START WITH CROWN ROYAL! (with Crown Royal) AND THEN I DRINK MAD DOG! (drink Mad Dog) IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT I'M DRINKIN! (doesn't matter) AS LONG AS IT'S ALCOHOL! (alcohol) NOW SOME OF YOU DRINK GIN! (you drink gin) AND SOME DRINK OLD CROW! (drink Old Crow) NOW WHEN THE BOTTLE GETS EMPTY! (bottle gets empty) I'M GOIN' TO THE LIQUOR STOOORE! (liquor store) DRINK IT UP BABY! (drink it up baby) GULP IT ON DOWN! (gulp it on down) NOW SUCK IT UP BABY! (suck it up baby) SIP IT AND PASS IT AROUND! (pass it around) (various screaming and yelling) DRINK IT UP BABY! (drink it up baby) TILL YOU FALL OUT! (till you fall out) COME ON, BUST SOME WINE BABY! (bust some wine) LET ME POUR IT IN YOUR MOUTH! (in your mouth) NOW ALL YOU KOOL-AID DRINKERS! (Kool-Aid drinkers) WHO DON'T LIKE TO GET DRUUUUNK! (like to get drunk) NEXT TIME I COME TO YOUR PARTY (come to your party) I'M GONNA SPIKE YOUR PUUUNCH! (spike yo punch) I ALWAYS GET PULLED OVER (get pulled over) AND HAVE TO WALK A STRAIGHT LINE (a straight line) I ALWAYS GET THE TICKETS! (get the tickets) BUT THE WINE STAYS MINE! (wine stays mine) DRINK IT UP BABY! (drink it up baby) GULP IT ON DOWN! (gulp it on down) COME ON, COME ON, SUCK IT UP BABY! (suck it up baby) SIP IT AND PASS IT AROUND! (pass it around) NOW THE BOYS IN THE HOOD! (boys in the hood) SOMETIMES GET HIGH! (sometimes get high) BUT I JUST DRINK 8-BALLLLLLS! (just drink 8-ball) BECAUSE IT'S CHEAPER TO BUY! (cheaper to buy) SO IT'S TIME TO GO HOME! (time to go home) BEFORE THE POLICE COME! (the police come) CAUSE IF I GO TO JAIL, Y'ALL! (go to jail) I CAN'T DRINK NO MORE RUM! (drink no more rum) DRINK IT UP BABY! (drink it up baby) GULP IT ON DOWN! (gulp it on down) COME ON, COME ON, SUCK IT UP BABY! (suck it up baby) SIP IT AND PASS IT AROUND! (pass it around) awwwwww..... awwwwww..... Awwwwww..... Awwwwww..... Wait a minute man, winos can't sing! Yall, oughta cut that out! Since we're talkin bout drinkin, here's a suggestion People listen up, here's a question Do you drink Crown Roooo-yal! (YEAH!) What about Maaad Doooogg! (NOOOOOOW) What about Jack Daaaniels! (YEAH!) Gin and (Sooockllllle?) (YEAH!) What about some Night Train? (YEAH!) Compton's fiiiinest! (REEEEEUHHH!) But if you're not a hard drinker.....(you must be a ruler) I wanna hear you scream (all the folks who drink coolers) [various screaming and acting a fool] (Ayiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyi!) (WATAPATATA-WABAAAAHHH!) (Arrrrrrrribaaaaaa!) (A cheese dog! I did it in about 87 seconds!) (I ate your mama's burrito, man |
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from N.W.A - N.W.A. & The Posse (1989)
[Fat girl!] [You're a fat girl] [Fat...fat...fat fat fat fat girl] (repeat 2X) (It's funky fresh Eazy E) new kid on tha block And already got a fat girl on my jock Now my story's kinda simple so please take it simple As I tell you a tale bout this big fat pimple I was chillin on the ave drinkin some booze Saw a fatty comin my way so what was I to do? I busted a U went tha other way again but forgot that tha Avenue was a dead end I turned around, here she came, stride for stride funky fat like that, bout two thirty-five Stampede was rushin, I double looked and she had more chins than a chinese phonebook Five four three ugly as can be, she said [Ron-de-vu] Hello Eazy E. Do you remember me? (I said no) Huhu yes you do suga My name is Bertha but you can call me booga Remember the time when you were drunk at a party We was slow dancin, give ya all this body [Eazy-E] When she said that she loved me, I was in shock Oh my God got a fat girl on my jock [CHORUS:] [I got a fat girl on my jock] [Fat girl] [Got a fat girl on my jock] She gave me tha grin, I showed tha frown and with a bare hug picked me off tha ground Squeezion me tight, atttempted to bug me Grabbed me by tha rear, said [Love me, hug me!] I was hell, victim of a scandal coz this girl's too much for E to handle Broke tha bee's grip, started to run Back to tha crib, grabbed tha elephant gun She's grubbin, thighs rubbin in a hot pursuit I loaded up tha gun bout ready to shoot She kept on comin because of addiction Legs on fire because of friction My gun broke, now I was doomed Dropped tha double barrel, grabbed tha harpoon As I swung, tha fat girl fell Lyin on tha ave just like a beach whale That's tha story, it's quite ill and all fat girls y'all besta chill All overweight freaks stay off my block Cause it's eerie to have a fat girl on your jock [CHORUS |
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from N.W.A - N.W.A. & The Posse (1989)
[The D.O.C.]
This ain't no basic hip-hip you make in a bin in your garage I'm down for showing all you hoes who the hell's in charge A cold lethal rap warrior, I'm on the attack Cutting ducks no slack so keep your bitch ass back Deadly, yeah kicking it, the solo style On top of the pile, the reigning chump worthwile Hanging tough I'm the leader, ain't no need to pretend Like an elevator up, I mean I'm on the ascend I ain't no east coast rapper, this is a southerner's song Be warned, it's hard to try and hold a project born Saying shit that you like, never wearing no Nike Fucking it up and all I need is my goddamn mic And a micstand, I don't need no band to play With a DJ like Rock and a partner like K in effect y'all Fucking suckers up like five It's Fila Fresh and I'm the toughest man alive! [DJ Rock] Na-na-na-na-na-naaaaa-nah [Fresh K] Yo, yo nigga you know you can't even fuck with this Do it, do it [DJ Rock] Na-na-na-na-na-naaaaa-nah [Fresh K] Yo, fool, you know you need to jet the fuck off Get the fuck out my face [The D.O.C.] Down from the beginning, hitting hard I'll admit They keep offering me money and I keep taking the shit And coolin' cool at the crib cause being cool's how I live But bucking up will get you rocked if you're a bullshit kid I like it stylistic, c'mon let's get with it Coming up with fresh new rhymes like I'm a mystic You see the D.O.C. and all the Fila I be splurging Yeah, I know it, you think that I'm encouraging You to steer wrong boy, so I can go off A quick run and when I'm done you bet not cough I'm an annihilator, standing a full 6'3" And I reall don't think you wanna fuck with me But then there's always those, clocking all your shows Getting all out of line trying to impress they hoes I know some niggas like that round the way who won't quit "It's the old top" Man shoot that muthafucking shit I'm physically tough, physically able I qualify Don't try that gangster bullshit here, this an't no I Spy You better chill out, that's if you wanna survive It's Fila Fresh and we're the toughest men alive [Fresh K] Yeah, for all you suckers who thought t'all was down, that's right, kicking that bullshit, yeah we in effect, that's right holmes, we in effect so get your bitch ass back before you be floating up a creek, know what I'm sayin? [DJ Rock] Float, float on... [Fresh K] Yeah, and if you want your beast to be deaf, call Dre before Monday! |
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from Dr. Dre 1집 - The Chronic [Expicit Version] (1992)
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A Nigga Witta muthafuckin' Gun 44 reasons come to mind Why you muthafuckin' brothas hard to find He be walkin' on the streets and fuckin' with mine Stupid punk can't fuck with a mastermind. See I never take a step on a Compton block Or LA without the AK ready to pop 'Cause them punk muthafuckas in black and white Ain't the only muthafuckas I gots to fight I think it's better to retellin' the facts than cuffed up And jacked and fucked up What you niggas lookin at? You do in Goddamn, 'cause it's the city And for a youth to survive a nigga gotta be a gangster And I'm a nigga you can't remove Took out a lot of muthafuckas for tryin' to prove To their homies they can hang by dealin' with me But once again in the end they D-E-A-D I never did time on a murder yet 'Cause I relax and back do a job and jet Yo, I know you understand my flow So here we go when Death Row Come. Let a mutherfucker know D-R-E! A mutherfucker who's known for carryin' gats And kick raps that make snaps Adapts to anything violent that I'm located at If you see me on the solo moves believe that I'm strapped 44, .38 or AK 47 'Cause Mo' live with Charlie Sheen You want a stairway to heaven? Just put my finger on the trigger and pull back And lay a punk mutherfucker flat As he wonder what popped before he got popped I told you I was Dre and you know it don't stop Now I know you understand my flow So here we go when Death Row Come. Let a mutherfucker know I break some off. I break some off Yeah, I break some off. I break some off Yeah, I break some off But I ain't speakin' about between the thighs I'm talkin' about cockin' a guage in between your eyes That'll make you drop to your knees, 'cause you realise That a gat will make any nigga civilised Old buster ass nigga talkin' bullshit Don't know that I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with Get lit or hit up by the doctor A nigga to break some off properly Real G So don't doubt it I'm the one who's doin' it While these other niggas talk about it And if mutherfuckers come at me wrong I straight put my 44 Desert Eagle to his muthafuckin' dome And show him why they call me the notorious one The name is Dre, E's ward when I'm packin' a gun You don't believe me, wants to pop and give it a try And if you die you's a buster 'cause real niggas don't die But some still don't hear me though You're too ninny not to hear me, yo So now you know |
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from Dr. Dre 1집 - The Chronic [Expicit Version] (1992)
[Chorus: x2 Snoop]
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks Lick on these nuts and suck the dick Get's the fuck out after you're done And I hops in my ride to make a quick run [Dr. Dre] I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night Tight than a motherfucker with the gangsta beats And we was ballin' on the motherfuckin' Compton streets Peep, the shit got deep and it was on Number 1 song after number 1 song Long as my motherfuckin' pockets was fat I didn't give a fuck where the bitch was at But she was hangin' with a white bitch doin' the shit she do Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or 2 And the few ends she got didn't mean nothin' Now she's suing cause the shit she be doin' ain't shit Bitch can't hang with the streets, she found herself short So now she's takin' me to court It's real conversation for your ass So recognize and pass to Daz [Dat Nigga Daz] Now as I'm rollin' with my nigga Dre and Eastwood Fuckin' hoes, clockin' dough up to no good We flip flop and serve hoes like flap jacks (Snoop: But we don't love them hoes) Bitch, and it's like that This is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow Ya run up in them hoes and grab the cash And get your dash on While you're chillin', with your homies and shit And how my niggaz kick the anthem like this [Snoop] Bitch! [Chorus] [Kurupt] To the store, to get me a 4-0 Snoop Doggy Dogg paged, that must mean more hoes So I head down the street to long beach Just so I could meet, a freak To lick me from my head to my feet And I'm here, now I'm ready to be done up Nothin' but homies around so I puts my gun up Bitches on my nuts like clothes But I'm from the pound and we don't love them hoes How could you trust a hoe? (Why?) [Repeat: x3] Cause a hoe's a trick We don't love them tricks (Why?) [Repeat: x3] Cause a trick's a bitch And my dick's constantly in her mouth And turnin' them trick ass hoes the fuck out Now [Snoop Doggy Dogg] I once had a bitch named Mandy May Used to be up in them guts like everyday The pussy was the bomb, had a nigga on sprung I was in love like a motherfucker lickin' the pearl tongue The homies used to tell me that she wasn't no good But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood So I figure niggaz wouldn't trip with mine Guess what? Got gaffled by one time I'm back to the motherfucking county jail 6 months on my chest, now it's time to bail I get's released on a hot sunny day My nigga D.O.C. and my homey Dr Dre Scooped in a coupe, Snoop we got news Your girl was trickin' while you was draped in your county blues I ain't been out a second And already gotta do some motherfucking chin checking Move up the block as we groove down the block See my girl's house, Dre, pass the glock Kick in the do', I look on the flo' It's my little cousin Daz and he's fuckin' my hoe, yo (Bitches ain't shit) I uncocked my shit, I'm heart-broke but I'm still loc'ed Man, fuck a bitch! [Chorus] [Jewell] (Dr. Dre in background "Bitches ain't shit") I don't give a fuck about a bitch But I and her know that they can't fade this Cause I'm doing my own thingdown with the swing I'm hangin' with Death Row like it ain't no thing I say you know can't deal Cause I'm a bitch that's real Motherfucker need to step back, hell yeah They need to chill Because I don't give a fuck And I don't give a fuck [Repeat: x3] And now I gotta do some, And now I gotta do some shit that's clean But when I'm on a dick, hell yeah, I get real mean Like a washing machine I can wash the clothes All the hoes knows That I'm on the flow ho But they can't hang with my type on swing I ain't tryin' to say I suck every ding-a-lang But just the juicy ones With he tip of the tongue And then their sprung With the nuts hung [Dr. Dre:] Bitches ain't shit |
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from Dr. Dre 1집 - The Chronic [Expicit Version] (1992)
Chiggie check, microphone check two,
Chiggie check, microphone check three Check game from the notorious Compton G Back with some shit that gots to bump As a pull up in the park you pops the trunk Just to floss you like a motherfucker, clownin' their shit Gots the Dana's on your hootie and your fly ass bitch Throw off, go off, show off, I take that hoe If she proper, I'ma pop her the hole hopper It's back on the track With big money, big nuts, and a big fat chronic sack So Daz, step up on the ass And give these motherfuckers a blast from the past Diggidy Daz out of the cut with some shit that I wrote With my nigga D-are-E, so you know I must be dope But uh, rat-tat-tat-tat that ass Startin' static with Dre, make way for the AK That I bring as I slang like cavy Not from Kris Kross but they call me Mac Daddy Had he not known about the city I'm from Long Beach, tic tac, grab your gat, watch your back Here I come, stompin' in my khaki suit BG from the hood can fuck Eastwood God damn, I ripped up, flipped up, and skipped up On top of things as they swing towards my ding-a-ling But did you raise up all this nuts? Cause Dr. Drizzay's about to rizzip shit up Chiggie check, microphone check one, Chiggie check, microphone check two, Chiggie check, microphone check three You tuned to the sounds of the D-are-E, Now check me out, it's back to the old school Where the niggas get their strap on, don't nobody cap on Slap on some D-are-E Or some funky ass shit by the D-O-double G-Y-D-O-double G Real G's who drop K's, protect these N-you-T, so nigga please Peep out my manuscript You'll see that it's a must I drop gangsta shit Bitch! So recognize game from the gangsta Things will remain the same until I change 'em It's real easy to see, So you can check sounds from Nate D-O-double G, I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfucking street, I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfucking street, I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfucking street, I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfucking street, I heard you want to fuck with Dre, You picked the wrong, motherfucking day Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow, Let me know if you think you can fade Death Row, I heard you want to fuck with Dre, You picked the wrong, motherfucking day, Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow, Let me know if you think you can fade Death Row I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street, I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street |
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from Dr. Dre 1집 - The Chronic [Expicit Version] (1992)
Fuck Wit Dre Day (And Everybody's Celebratin')
[Intro - Dr. Dre] Ha, yeah, hell yeah, ha knowhatI'msayin (Sssss) [Verse 1 - Dr. Dre] Yeah, Mista Busta, where the fuck ya at? Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat Your dick on hard, from fuckin your road dogs The hood you threw up with, niggaz you grew up with Don't even respect your ass That's why it's time for the doctor, to check your ass, nigga Used to be my homey, used to be my ace Now I wanna slapped and sexed out yo mouth Nigga bow down to the row Fuckin me, now I'm fuckin you, little hoe Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide Let me ride, just another homicide Yeah it's me so I'ma talk on Stompin on the 'Eazy'est streets that you can walk on So strap on your Compton hat, your locs And watch your back cause you might get smoked, loc And pass the bud, and stay low-key B.G. cause you lost all your homey's love Now call it what you want to You fucked wit me, now it's a must that I fuck wit you [Interlude - Dr. Dre] Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm talkin about We have your motherfuckin record company surrounded Put down the candy and let the little boy go You knowhatI'msayin, punk motherfucker (We want Eazy, we want Eazy) [Verse 2 - Snoop Doggy Dogg] Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay Doggy Dogg's in the motherfuckin house Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay Death Row's in the motherfuckin house Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay The sounds of a dog brings me to another day Play, with my bone with ya jimmy It seems like you're good for makin jokes about your jimmy But here's a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not like I heard she was the 'Frisco dyke But fuck your mama, I'm talkin about you and me Toe to toe, Tim M-U-T Your bark was loud, but your bite wasn't vicious And them rhymes you were kickin were quite bootylicious You get with Doggy Dogg oh is he crazy? With ya mama and your daddy hollin' Bay-Bee So won't they let you know That if you fuck with Dre nigga you're fuckin wit Death Row And I ain't even slangin them thangs I'm hollin' one-eight-seven with my dick in yo mouth, beeyatch [Interlude - RBX] Yeah nigga, Compton and Long Beach together on this motherfucker So you wanna pop that shit get yo motherfuckin cranium cracked nigga Step on up. Now, we ain't no motherfuckin joke so remember the name Mighty, mighty D-R. Yeahhh, motherfucker! [Verse 3 - Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg] Now understand this my nigga Dre can't be touched Luke's bendin over, so Luke's gettin fucked, busta Musta, thought I was sleazy Or though I was a mark cause I used to hang with Eazy Animosity, made ya speak but ya spoke Ay yo Dre, whattup, check this nigga off loc If it ain't another ho that I gots ta fuck with Gap teeth in ya mouth so my dick's gots to fit With my nuts on ya tonsils While ya on stage rappin at your wack-ass concerts And I'ma snatch your ass from the backside To show you how Death Row pull off that who-ride Now you might not understand me Cause I'ma rob you in Compton and blast you in Miami Then we gon creep to South Central On a Street Knowledge mission, as I steps in the temple Spot him, got him, as I pulls out my strap Got my chrome to the side of his White Sox hat You tryin to check my homey, you better check yo self Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself, motherfucker Yeah nigga... [Outro - Snoop Doggy Dogg] Yeah, nine-deuce Dr. Dre, dropin chronic once again It don't stop, Punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like Compton style nigga, Doggy Dogg in the motherfuckin house, yeah Long Beach in the motherfuckin house, yeah Yeah, straight up, really doe Breakin all you suckaz off somethin real proper like YouknowhatI'msayin? All these sucka ass niggaz can eat a fat dick Yeah, Eazy-E Eazy-E Eazy-E can eat a big fat dick Tim Dog can eat a big fat dick Luke, can eat a fat dick, yeah... |
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from Dr. Dre 1집 - The Chronic [Expicit Version] (1992)
Yo yo whut sup?
Yo man, give me some of that ol' gangsta shit, y'knowhutI'msayin? Some shit I can just kick back to, smoke a fat ass joint to YouknowhutI'msayin? He hahahahahahaha Hell yeah! You know what I'm talkin about? I like that ol' gangsta shit Cuz you know it's a lot of niggas out there woofin all that bullshit talkin 'bout they got this and got that Talkin louder than a motherfucker but ain't sayin shit Heh y'knowhutI'msayin? Dem come witta, dem come witta, dem come wit da wickedness Yeah nigga I see your lips quiverin But you ain't sayin a motherfuckin thing For my niggas, I got my niggas in the motherfuckin he-ouse and they gon' tell yo' what's really goin on Got my motherfuckin nigga RBX...definitely in this motherfucker I got my nigga Daz in this motherfucker ready to kick some real shit Y'knowhutI'msayin? And that lil' shit cha hear in the background, that's my homegirl Rage So RBX kick this shit Seven execution style murders I have no remorse cuz I'm the fuckin murderer Haven't you ever heard of a killer? I drop bombs like Hiroshima So now I walk around strapped One-time bust they caps and watch niggas collapse Snap! Adapt to this but you need no adapter This is just the first chapter in a book from a crook You get caught slippin yo' ass gots ta die Nigga, tell me what the fuck you figure? Trigger? Happy RBX to cap ya POP POP and I can't wait to bust a pound POP POP my hollow points smacks the clown Cuz what I said split his head And now they got me runnin from the feds But I refuse to go alive It's kill or be killed, that's how real niggas survive I'm high powered Yeah It's Daz that mass-murderin motherfucker So what you feel like you wanna get caught up? Fool you better recognise Death Row came to chastise So if you cross the Row Remember the first name is Death No love for the other side |
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from Dr. Dre 1집 - The Chronic [Expicit Version] (1992)
Verse One
Creepin' down the back street on Deez I got my glock cocked cuz niggaz want these Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated By some nigga with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine ya wanna make noise, make noise I make a phone call my niggaz comin' like the Gotti boys bodies bein' found on Greenleaf with their fuckin heads cut off, motherfucker i'm Dre so listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day rollin' in my '4 with 16 switches And got sounds for the bitches, clockin' all the riches Got the hollow points for the snitches So would you just walk on by, cuz I'm too hard to lift and no this ain't Aerosmith It's the motherfuckin D-R-E, from the CPT on a ryhmin' spree, a straight G Hop back as i pop my top ya trip I let the hollow points commence to POP POP POP yeah, cuz if it don't stop I have to put my shit in reverse go back and take anothers stop Cause I'm (Rollin in my six-fo') with all the niggaz sayin Chorus: Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride hell yeah Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride with all the niggaz sayin Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Hell yeah Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Verse Two just another motherfuckin day for Dre so I begin like this No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists it's just that gangster glare, with gangster raps that gangster shit, that makes the gang of snaps, uhh word to the motherfuckin streets and word to these hyped ass lyrics and dope beats, that I hit ya with that I, get ya with as I groove in my four on deez, hittin the switches bitches relax while I get my proper swerve on bumpin like a motherfucker ready to get my serve on but before I hit the dope spot I gotta get the chronic, the Reme Martin and my soda pop Now I'm smellin like indo-nesia bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers on my dick, cause my four on hit pancake front and back, side to side and all that shit So when I crawl I comes correct Now, if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check nigga Now let the Chevrolet slide As I dip a nigga trip to the south side, yeah (Rollin in my six-fo') with all the bitches sayin Chorus Verse Three Check this out The sun went down when I hit Slausson on my way to the strip, now I'm just flossin Checkin my rearview, cause niggaz they will do jack moves, black fools cause I smack fools Try to set me up for a two-eleven Fuck around and get caught up in a one-eight-seven but I don't represent no gangbang Some niggaz like lynchin but I just watch them hang so on, and so-on, why don't you let me roll on I remember back in the dayz when I used to have to get my stroll on Didn't nobody wanna speak; now everybody peepin out they windows when they hear me beatin up the streets Is it Dre? Is it Dre? That's what they say, every single motherfuckin day, yo But I ain't trippin I'm just kickin it While my deez keep spinnin and these hoes keep grinnin I'll be (Rollin in my six-fo') With everybody sayin Chorus: to end |
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from Dr. Dre 1집 - The Chronic [Expicit Version] (1992)
Wake up, jumped out my bed
Hung in a 2 man cell wit my homie Lil 1/2 Dead Murder was the case that they gave me Dear God, I wonder can you save me I'm only 18, so I'm a young buck It's a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm getting stuck But that's the life of a G, I guess Ese's way deep, shanked two in they chest Bests run 'cause brothers is dropping quicker Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another nigga Bouncing off the walls, throwing them dogs Getting a rep as a young hog It ain't nuttin like the street life Betta be strapped wit yo clip, cuz ain't no fist fight So I guess I gots ta handle mine Since I did the crime, I gots ta do my time Lil' ghetto boy Playing in the ghetto streets What'cha gonna do when you grow up And have to face responsibility Now, I'm 'trolling the dove, sitting on swoll 27 years old, off on parole, stroll I'm back up on my feet wit my mind on the money That I'm making as soon as I touch the street Things done changed but it's alright Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right But it ain't no thing to me 'Cause now I'm what they call a loced-assed O.G. The little homies from the hood wit grip Are the ones I get wit 'cause I'm down respect trip Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so what'cha wanna do Didn't know we had a 22 Straight sitting behind his back I'm grab his pockets and then I heard six caps I fell to the ground wit blood on my hands I didn't understand How a nigga so young could bust a cap I use to be the same way back I guess that's what I get (for what) For trying to jack them little homies for they bread Lil' ghetto boy Playing in the ghetto streets What'cha gonna do when you grow up And have to face responsibility Something for the real OG's to get wit Some facts, made our made, now you wanna run and play Like every single day, really doe You know me, I'm the smooth macadamien, gaming them for my homie No need to be uncalm if you pack right And learning just enuff to keep your sack right Late nights, I wonder what they getting fo' Early morning on the corners, what they hitting fo' Seven young G's but they serve down In a jeep ride, east side what they swerve now Not thinking about what's really going on Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone I spent 4 years in the county wit nutting but convicts around me But now I'm back at the pound And we expose ways for the youth to survive Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's right So make all them ends you can make 'Cause when you're broke, you break, check it out So ain't no need for your mama to trip 'Cause you's a hustling ass youngsta, clocking your grip Lil' ghetto boy Playing in the ghetto streets What'cha gonna do when you grow up And have to face responsibility |
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from Dr. Dre 1집 - The Chronic [Expicit Version] (1992)
This should be played at high volume
Preferably in a residential area Now I'ma kick up dust As I begin to bust On the wick-wack, fucked up suckers you can't trust When I pick up I lick up, ya face get smacked up when I rack up, so all you motherfuckers just pack up Or get slapped with the swiftness If you think you're swift then forget Merry Christmas Now stuff that in your stocking I'm knockin em out the box 'n' Knockin em out their sock 'n' Cuz Robin is rockin Breakin em down to the slab Takin em down on their ass Now what you wanna do? Ya wanna battle, huh? See ya watch and creak without a motherfuckin paddle Rattle that brain, I'm not that same ol' plain Jane We're on you like a border, you're nothin more than a crane Or a pebble, take it from the real rap rebel Not Bushwick Bill but I can take it to that other level You think you got pull then pull it, uhh! I got the trigger so I figure you'll bite the bullet Then bite the dust and wipe the fuck Do what I must and what I must is bust The bubble or choose some trouble, forty-due's So stick to my Luger, Lady of Rage is comin thru Some cool shit, some cool shit I fears no one, I makes em cool off like a ploar cap Lynchin as I hits, misses the ?rollin back? Pushin packs to make a profit Diggy dope stuck on the topic so stop and gimme my pops, kid I'm livin large like a fat bitch So get back, bitch, I'm hard to broke art so the faggots This young black kid, I'm mercenary, merciless Murderin mega some niggas so who's first to diss They say I'm bad so you'll find none worst than this Chewin motherfuckers up like a Hershey Kiss Put to sleep, rippin the lyrics I'm leavin ??? ??? Rough wind flex too complex, wrecks, then I'm peace So feel the wrath, nigga, I rip in half niggas Ya quick ta talk shit I whip your ass nigga So watch me blast, nigga, cuz I'm the last nigga ya wanna fuck wit, so up your cash, nigga I make stagger, ob' skills and jimmy ragged Home in and drag her, sit wit ya girl and watch me tag her Pullin steel like a stunt Sold like an ID card, nigga, no needs ta front, so here to torment up a track on crack and I'm strapped witta semi-toll milli-ten Mac Yo, I breaks em off, I breaks em off cheap Deadly as Jason on Friday The 13th Back in the days, niggas they use to scrap but now in ninety-due', niggas they pull they strap Cuz, umm, police dem come wicked and dem shoot Niggas, so niggas retaliate and start to loot Execute, boom, stompin black soldier Here ta teach and mould ya The ennerator, dominator, narrator RB to the motherfuckin X Flex wicked styl-e, bompin be found into greed by a Maniac with a gat See nowadays niggas is like that I pull my trigger back, the bullets go BOP BOP BOP now I'm on Death Row Fuck it, niggas goin wild, everynight they shoot It's like Beirut Maybe you should get a teflon vest for your chest Anytime ya step into my hood But that'll do you know good One slug to ya face, no hate, you gettin smoked like wood Nasty nigga but he pumps, face back on the concrete Here comes the white sheet Mr. Coroner cocked with some yellow tape But the murderers escape Audi lane 5 G's Lyrical gangbang but it's just a G thang |
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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 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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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 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)
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 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)
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 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 - Keep Their Heads Ringin' [single] (1995)
Intro:
Yeah, whattup, this is Dr. Dre The party's goin on Thank God it's Friday ["Buck buck buck buck booyaka shan!" - KRS One" repeat 4X] Chorus: Keep their headz ringin (ding ding dong ring-gading ding ding dong) repeat 2X Verse One: [Hey you, sittin over there] Say what? [You better get up out of your chair] That's right [And work your body down] Yeahhh... [No time to funk around, cause we gon....] Funk, you, right on up So get up, get a move on, and get your groove on It's the D-R-E the spectacular In a party I go for your neck so call me Blackula As I drain a niggaz jugular vein and maintain to leave blood stains so don't complain Just chill, listen to the beats I spill Keepin it real, enables me to make another meal Still, niggaz run up and try to kill at will But get popped like a pimple, so call me Clearasil I wipe niggaz off the face of the Earth since birth I been a bad nigga, now let me tell you what I'm worth More than a Stealth bomber, I cause drama The enforcer, music flows like a flying saucer Or a 747 jet, never forget I'm that nigga that keeps the hoes panties wet The mic gets smoked, once you hear the beat kick With grooves so funky, they come with a Speed Stick So check the flavor that I'm bringin The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin (Chorus) Verse Two: One-two for the crew, three-fo' for the dough Five for the hoe, six-seven-eight for Death Row Mad niggaz about to feel the full effect of intellect So I can collect respect, plus a check Now I fin' to, get into to, my mental will take care of this business I need to attend to, cuz my rent's due And this rap shit's my meal ticket So you god damn right I'm gonna kick it, or get evicted I bring terror like Stephen King A black Casanova, runnin niggaz over like Christine When I rock the spot with the flavor I got I kick plenty of ass, so call me an astronaut As I blast past another nigga's ass that thought he was strong But I smoke him like grass, just like Cheech and Chong When I flow, niggaz know, it's time to take a hike Cause I grab the mic and flip my tongue like a dyke I got rhymes to keep you enchanted Produce a smokesscreen with the funky green to keep your eyes slanted So check the flavor that I'm bringin The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin (Chorus) Verse Three: Debonairre with flair, I scare wear and tear without a care, runnin shit as if I was a mayor But I ain't no politician, no competition Sendin all opposition to see a mortician I'm up front, never in the back drop Step on stage and get faded just like a flat top Your rhyme sounds like you bought em at Stop N Go Dre came to wax you so, just call me Mop N Glow Many tried to, but just can't rock with I'm 6-1, 225, a pure chocolate Your chances of jackin me are slim G Cause I rock from summer til Santa comes down the chimney Ho ho ho, and so, as I continue to flow Cause yo, I'm just a fly negro So, check the flavor that I'm bringin The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin (Chorus) |
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from Friday (1995)
Intro:
Yeah, whattup, this is Dr. Dre The party's goin on Thank God it's Friday ["Buck buck buck buck booyaka shan!" - KRS One" repeat 4X] Chorus: Keep their headz ringin (ding ding dong ring-gading ding ding dong) repeat 2X Verse One: [Hey you, sittin over there] Say what? [You better get up out of your chair] That's right [And work your body down] Yeahhh... [No time to funk around, cause we gon....] Funk, you, right on up So get up, get a move on, and get your groove on It's the D-R-E the spectacular In a party I go for your neck so call me Blackula As I drain a niggaz jugular vein and maintain to leave blood stains so don't complain Just chill, listen to the beats I spill Keepin it real, enables me to make another meal Still, niggaz run up and try to kill at will But get popped like a pimple, so call me Clearasil I wipe niggaz off the face of the Earth since birth I been a bad nigga, now let me tell you what I'm worth More than a Stealth bomber, I cause drama The enforcer, music flows like a flying saucer Or a 747 jet, never forget I'm that nigga that keeps the hoes panties wet The mic gets smoked, once you hear the beat kick With grooves so funky, they come with a Speed Stick So check the flavor that I'm bringin The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin (Chorus) Verse Two: One-two for the crew, three-fo' for the dough Five for the hoe, six-seven-eight for Death Row Mad niggaz about to feel the full effect of intellect So I can collect respect, plus a check Now I fin' to, get into to, my mental will take care of this business I need to attend to, cuz my rent's due And this rap shit's my meal ticket So you god damn right I'm gonna kick it, or get evicted I bring terror like Stephen King A black Casanova, runnin niggaz over like Christine When I rock the spot with the flavor I got I kick plenty of ass, so call me an astronaut As I blast past another nigga's ass that thought he was strong But I smoke him like grass, just like Cheech and Chong When I flow, niggaz know, it's time to take a hike Cause I grab the mic and flip my tongue like a dyke I got rhymes to keep you enchanted Produce a smokesscreen with the funky green to keep your eyes slanted So check the flavor that I'm bringin The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin (Chorus) Verse Three: Debonairre with flair, I scare wear and tear without a care, runnin shit as if I was a mayor But I ain't no politician, no competition Sendin all opposition to see a mortician I'm up front, never in the back drop Step on stage and get faded just like a flat top Your rhyme sounds like you bought em at Stop N Go Dre came to wax you so, just call me Mop N Glow Many tried to, but just can't rock with I'm 6-1, 225, a pure chocolate Your chances of jackin me are slim G Cause I rock from summer til Santa comes down the chimney Ho ho ho, and so, as I continue to flow Cause yo, I'm just a fly negro So, check the flavor that I'm bringin The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin (Chorus) |
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from Scarface - The Untouchable [Explicit Version] (1997)
Intro: Too $hort
Man, what's up with these niggaz out here Mad at us cause we on top I love to see niggaz gettin money Better get it while the gettin is good Get it while you can, man And stop hatin me, fuckin with my shit cuz I got more hustle than you Get yours, get yours baby Verse One: Dr. Dre I'm seeing millions, niggaz dont understand know what? Im makin moves, puttin cash behind plans to blow up, will he style like this everyday I parlay, sip Henne and Tanqueray stay in the mix like Alezay V.I.P., my shit parked valet on the prowl again to get honies familiar with the smile again some try to assault Dre, its still cavi Im eatin steak while they struggle to break the slave mentality I givin livin definition long as my hearts tickin I fought and made the world listen Whatever fly Dr. Dre invented turn on the box and let my son watch these studio clowns on 60 inches I push a rover, shit platinum before the sessions over rap master with the Houston heat holder these playas best to get they shit in check cuz when I get my hustle on aint no playin with a full deck Chorus: Ice Cube Lord please, murda my enemies (Yeah) Burn em at a thousand degrees And lord please let me make mo cheese Cuz I aint quite ready to leave (No) [repeat 2X] Verse Two: Scarface Buck the whole world meant that, gotta stay strapped cuz 99.9 a niggaz, carry they gats Super fist fightin shit might come down to dyin When the time comes down for the tryin I got nine reasons why niggaz shouldnt step in my face with the nonsense, cause I'm always heated and you can taste this Audi little something out the seams a my trousers with no hesitation I got a team to come clown ya I down ya, so let your people know what they face with the type of individual thatll bomb a sub-station Kaboom! and everybody dies outside there aint no escapin the Reaper so dont try Go ahead, close ya eyes, who the next to step? Face down, hit, bleedin on the steps a death Check yo self, you just been invaded by true soldiers December 31st, 96 (the game is over) Chorus (I've got all my life to live, plus with all my love to give) Verse Three: Dr. Dre, Scarface Smokin weed I never trail, I lead spendin dough, tripped the cost of a ride like it was pocket money, Gs but these are the things real playas do talkin shit is real things that the hatas do I'm namin you shit's thick, its time to run for shelter I kept the word, things could happen to marks like it was helter skelter Dear diary, I'm runnin outta pages Fadin, in and out, takin purple hazes The dazes, Revelations in the last stages Red skys institute, the silent horns playin Im prayin with tears in my eyes Cuz Im tryin to make it into eternal peace without dyin But they eyein my bank account with beams on my rover the killa failed to launch his attack (the game is over) Chorus |
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from Ras Kass - Rasassination (1998)
[Ice T] I got juice but I can't stop no ocean liner baby! [Ras] I'm down with you baby I'm there [Ice T] Man don't miss this it's gonna be FABULOUS ... [Ras] We ghetto fabulous baby The best food drink and women that money can buy Verse One: Ras Kass Every day of my life is off the ringer That's guaranteed like a fistfight on Jerry Springer I got the hottest flow to hit the street since lava so holla, we all hustle for dollar dollars From Sac to Houston, New Orleans to D.C. [girls laughing] to beep beep Bangin, catch me with a dimepiece next to me My Body all over Your Body like LSG Neighborhood celeb with the keys to my city like the mayor Rookies askin us how to be a playa Get in where you fit in, and never get your ghetto pass revoked No matter how much money you make Stay true to the game loc, guest list terror clothes in jeans and tennis shoes, breakin your strict dress codes Spit lyrical bricks, thirteen deep so I can be richer than Master P sellin _Ghetto D_ Chorus: Mack 10 Ghetto, fabulous Money make the world go round so let's handle this Ghetto, fabulous Broadcastin live from Los Angeles We ghetto, fabulous Money make the world go round so let's handle this Ghetto, fabulous Broadcastin live from Los Angeles Verse Two: Dr. Dre You ain't heard of me, you ain't listenin hard enough Started in Compton servin from a ice cream truck Now ten years later whippin a custom Navigator Steppin on your toes playa, stuffin up your alligators I'm ghetto, like Newport cigarettes, feel me Boom bap and slap that ass silly This is for the full time students slash part time strippers And young niggaz, clockin at least five figures Some of us pro atheletes, some of us rap over fat beats Some of us hustle in the streets Twenty deep in Club Nikki's so you know we gots to mingle [???] off a pocket full of singles, huh And it's all bueno, musical mafia like Frank Sinatra Pop a thirteen shot glock to make you Go See the Doctor Ain't nuttin nice From hood to hood, love livin the lavish life Chorus Verse Three: Ras Kass Nigga Stu-B-Doo in the GS, three ooh ooh Playin number two Tekken, zero to sixty in six point seven seconds *tires screech* hangin out the window actin up, chickenheads like "You doin fo' months!" Flexin the Rolex oyster perpetual, thirty-five diamonds across the face, still eatin out foam cups and paper plates We don't call it playa hatin in the nine-eight, it's P.I. That's pass intereference, automatic first down Want Juice like Tupac, then Obey Your Thirst clown Be in the PJ's in NY, rockin DK Mix EJ with OJ, OK, we say "L.A. niggaz got crazy came like John Elway got a superbowl ring" The homies down for whatever, we stack the chedda Swiss bank accounts, and mo' mozzarella fella Chorus |
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from Dr. Dre 2집 - 2001 (1999)
It's fuckin ackrite
Question is can I get some Knahmsayin Ackrite bitch When I see you in the spot you just ackrite you knahm sayin When I yank you by the fuckin perm don't be lookin at a nigga crazy Just get with the digits and be the fuck out you knahm sayin Let me break it down for y'all It was just one of those days when I wanted to catch sunrays Fun to get blunted on a Sunday afternoon Nigga got room grab the gat for misbehavors and the chocolate faded boom flossin hip hop tunes Zoom zoom like the Commodores Wonder will we have drama or end up clownin whores Around the full good to go girls like them girls ridin shotgun baby I be postin all world in the ride Sippin 1 51 that gave me too much pride to back down Soon as we get to the beach I'ma put my fuckin mack down I'm playin lead not the background It's time to put Bronson on the map now Walk with my hand on my Johnson crack a smile Cuties peep my style if I don't get some ackrite I'ma have to ack wild Blunt in my left hand drink in my right Strap by my waistline cause niggaz don't fight Sucker free for life so you better think twice Aight And a give a nig' some ackrite I'm the type of nigga playa haters don't like Snatchin up your honey for some late night hype And snobby ass bitches get slapped out of spite Aight So give a nig' some ackrite right drink kickin in I'm stimulated For those that don't know big words I'M FUCKIN FADED Eighty three degrees ease to a shaded spot Our first spot was cool til some gangsters made it hot Now we plot and pose plus we watchin hoes with lots of flesh exposed gettin swarmed by those type of niggaz with no game but brown nose So I impose only like pros can Yo is this your man No Grab the bitch's hand I'm Hittman Bling Gold chain gleam You're very eligible for my summer league team Maybe too extreme cause the sister got steamed Then Miss Thing tried to scream on my brethern I got mad spit flame on the name Stefan tattooed on her arm Hoe you ain't the bomb must be a dyke witcho' lips swoll and give a nig' some ackrite Blunt in my left hand drink in my right Strap by my waistline cause niggaz don't fight Sucker free for life so you better think twice And a give a nig' some ackrite I'm the type of nigga playa haters don't like Snatchin up your honey for some late night hype And snobby ass bitches get slapped out of spite So give a nig' some ackrite right Frontin on the ack rite causin me to act up Good Samaritan save that hoe from gettin slapped up My homies crack up at the scene I made Yo my actions ain't serene when a nigga's on fade If it wasn't for the one time brigade I woulda sprayed at the hooker tramp As cops parade I'm afraid it's time to break camp Make tracks where else can we go to take hoes from fake macks aiyyo chase them girls in that black Maxima the passenger almost fractured her neckbone lookin back at us Plus they on the dick cause the Caddy's plush They blush I bumrush the hush with the largest crush Try to swing an ep tonight so I don't have to keep in touch Keep it on hush without the tip in Mackin interrupted by some niggaz set trippin Clip in the strap I showed these niggaz how to act Blunt in my left hand drink in my right Strap by my waistline cause niggaz don't fight Sucker free for life so you better think twice Aight And a give a nig' some ackrite I'm the type of nigga playa haters don't like Snatchin up your honey for some late night hype And snobby ass bitches get slapped out of spite Aight so give a nig' some ackrite right |
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from Dr. Dre 2집 - 2001 (1999)
Everywhere I go
all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG BANG BANG No matter where I go all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG BANG BANG Everywhere I go all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG BANG BANG No matter where I go all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG Everyday it's the same thang L A ain't changed Niggaz still playa hatin but Dre ain't changed I'm just a lot smarter now cause these niggaz is bangin ten times harder now Niggaz ringin they ass up in the wrong part of town Better turn they car around Rollin the window down Hey can we talk it out NAH GET THE FUCK OUT Johnny got a shotgun and he ain't even strong enough to cock one Fuck tryin to job hunt Niggaz got AK's niggaz is way crazier than Dre was back in his N W A days Niggaz spray strays and shool without lookin Niggaz walk by and blast without leavin a footprint I think the attitudes re twice as worst It takes half the time to get your life reversed Always tryin to play Rambo with they ammo Make a nigga wanna stay in family mode BANG BANG BANG BANG Everywhere I go all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG BANG BANG No matter where I go all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG BANG BANG Everywhere I go all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG BANG BANG No matter where I go all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG Late nights is full of led that whistles as it goes by Murder arrives anytime Bullets take flight when the fo' five ignites Some hearts skip a beat some get blew out and every light put you in the site of youngsters with automatics Bustin on shit to lay everything down even tourists and non affiliates These days gun play is official with green lights on every block Know the sign tells you too it's not best to stop On every corner Cali niggaz are dumpin You'll be shakin your soul loose box at the coroner's Makin death not so foreign to ya Niggaz got Rugers and M 14's with enough ammo to leave an armored truck swiss cheese I've learned to stay away from house parties I've seen too many go and end up absent without leavin Ain't no warm welcomings my eyes have witnessed the bend in on Nights that don't sleep and fireworks until dawn Everywhere I go all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG BANG BANG No matter where I go all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG BANG BANG Everywhere I go all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG BANG BANG No matter where I go all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG Now tell what the fuck is this man Niggaz doin brothers in worse than the Klan Can't even stand in front of your buildin and chill without yieldin twelve year old children that kill blood spillin thugs be illin unnecessary slugs fillin the sky usually drillin the one that wasn't willin to die yes sir in the Killing Field I got my life preserver And I'll do my time for murder these niggaz got the nerve to question me bout the colors that I got on Now see that red dot on your knot Bout to get your whole crew shot on A Soldier of Fortune I'm the wrong nigga to plot on Took him out on the spot before he even got on my hitlist peep this I cock back you bow down Bust round bloody the ground retaliation sounds like this Everywhere I go all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG BANG BANG No matter where I go all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG BANG BANG Everywhere I go all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG BANG BANG No matter where I go all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG BANG BANG Everywhere I go all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG BANG BANG No matter where I go all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG BANG BANG Everywhere I go all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG BANG BANG No matter where I go all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG BANG BANG |
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from Dr. Dre 2집 - 2001 (1999)
I got mo class than most of
em ran wit the best of em Forgave the less of em and blazed at the rest of em What can I say CalifoniA Where niggaz die everyday over some shit they say Disconnected from the streets forever As long as I got a baretta nigga I'm down for whateva I roll wit my shit off safety for niggaz that been hatin me lately and the bitches that wanna break me If Cali blew up I'd be in the Aftermath Bumpin gangsta rap shit down to blast for cash Cause from Eazy E to DOC to DPG started from that SOB DRE Like Dub C I'm rich rollin pistol holdin Pockets swoll nigga that's how I'm rollin Put the flame to the killer nigga Worldwide homicide mob figure and a builder for real I'm hittin switches makin bitches eat bitches See me grab my dick everytime I pose for pictures I own acres floor seats watchin The Lakers I'm cool with eses who got AK's in cases Dedicated to all of those with big ego's Never fakin we get the dough and live legal Haters hate this we sip the Mo and yank the heezos Niggaz play this in they Rovers Jeeps and Regals Dedicated to all of those with big ego's Never fakin we get the dough and live legal Haters hate this we sip the Mo and yank the heezos Bitches play this in they Benzes Jeeps and Geos I bust a Mr Toughy slash a Smoothy Doobie Crash and flex on Tuesday's harassin hoes at movies Passin by with uzis and who you aimin at That shady bitch and that bitch nigga that was claimin that Rattatattat I don't sympathize for wack hoes and wimpy guys You got to recognize Hitman is a enterprise Cali pride born to ride and South Centralized The Henny got me energized smoke the guys tryin to focus on mines poke they eyes out I'm LA's loc'est hope they don't have to find out the hard way like snitch niggaz in the pen that get hit when the guards look the other way We hittin HARD Hitman and Dre You playin games I suggest you know the rules We puttin guns to fools make you run yo jewels Take yo honey and cruise to the snootiest snooze Cabos Pop coochie til the nut oozes you shouldn't fuck wit crews that's sick Aftermath cause we rule shit I'm Big Hit don't confuse me wit no other by the flow motherfucker Dedicated to all of those with big ego's Never fakin we get the dough and live legal Haters hate this we sip the Mo and yank the heezos Niggaz play this in they Rovers Jeeps and Regals Dedicated to all of those with big ego's Never fakin we get the dough and live legal Haters hate this we sip the Mo and yank the heezos Bitches play this in they Benzes Jeeps and Geos |
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from Dr. Dre 2집 - 2001 (1999)
Check it out Dogg
this game is a motherfuckin trip man Word on the streets Everybody always tryin to run up on me hollerin about word on the street is dis nigga said dis Man I don't give a FUCK about what that nigga said man That's what's wrong with you niggaz you niggaz is just like bitches Hoe ass niggaz talk too motherfuckin much Study your own get your own yahmsayi Be independent nigga BEOTCH Bitch niggaz bitch niggaz Bitch niggaz bitch niggaz Bitch ass niggaz beotch BITCH NIGGAZ bitch niggaz Yeah I'm talkin about you beotch Bitch niggaz and you too beotch Hmm Dogg I meet mo bitch niggaz than hoes look here And I really don't know but that's just how it go damn Dogg so many niggaz like to keep up shit And just like a bitch beotch niggaz be talkin shit nigga Smilin in my face and then they blast me in the back ka ka ka ka ka Niggaz stay strapped from way back cause payback ll make niggaz wanna pop that shit If you ain't ready for the game uh uh nigga stop that shit We rock that shit my nigga Dre drop that shit right No mo' talkin I'm walkin and I'm poppin the clip Glock on the hip set trippin dippin an shit If you act like a bitch nigga nigga you get smacked like a bitch Bitch niggaz bitch niggaz bitch niggaz These niggaz don't know what the fuck is goin on Yo Dogg check it kick back Let me holla at these niggaz for a minute Straight off the streets of chaos and no pity The aggravated makin these punk muh'fuckers hate it COMPTON is the city I'm from Cain't never leave the crib without a murder wea pon Huh I cain't live my life on broke no mo And most of these fools ain't shit but cutthroats They smile in a nigga face and for what They got the game fucked up and want my thang fucked up I done learned a lot seen a whole lot The top notch nigga I'm fiendin for that spot Now peep game on what Six Deuce told me These niggaz after yo paper Dr DRE what And these punk ass hoes is lookin for dough You gotta watch your homeboys cause a nigga never know Oh they'll be around but when yo paper get low Just like Master P said There Dey Go There Day Go Bitch niggaz uh huh attention all personnel stop scheamin and lookin hard stop scheamin and an and an an and and lookin hard Bitch nigga a bitch nigga Bitch nigga HELLA bitch nigga Youse a bitch nigga motherfucker bitch nigga A bitch nigga a bitch nigga I know yo type so much bitch in you if it was lightly darker lights was little dimmer my dick be stuck up in yo windpipe Hmm you'd rather blow me than fight I'm from the OLD SCHOOL like Romey Rome homey yo you owe me the right to slap you like the bitch that you are that wanted to cap you every since you was mad doggin me with that bitch in yo car Fool singing Who do you think you are MrBig Stuff Man you shit on Hit get yo shit bust plus pistol whipped cover it up use yo bitch's blush Mr Powder Puff yo bark ain't loud enough huh I know chihuahuas that's mo rah rah HA HA I have to laugh Dre I bet he take bubble baths You don't want no trouble with the Aftermath staff trust me Doggy Dogg Diggy Doctor plus me No youse a busta slash hussy soft as a Hush Puppy Must we break you down to estrogen most hated specimen's a bitch nigga attention all personnel stop scheamin and lookin hard stop stop stop scheamin and lookin hard op stop ah op op stop sch sch scheamin and lookin hard stop scheamin an an an an an and lookin hard stop scheamin and lookin hard stop skee scheamin and lookin hard stop scheamin and and and stop scheamin and lookin hard |
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from Dr. Dre 2집 - 2001 (1999)
Aww they say uhh..
.. a black man is a pimp Well let me tell you the biggest pimp on planet motherfuckin Earth, is her momma It's her MOMMA that told her, "Get a man that got a good job gurl! Make sure he got a good car gurl! Make sure he can take you out and buy you somethin gurl!" What happened to just fallin in love with a nigga with a bus pass -- -- just cause you love the nigga? But +I'm+ the pimp motherfucker! I gotta be the player! Biggest hoes, on planet Earth.. .. are walkin through the motherfuckin neighborhood You KNEW when you got with the nigga he already had a woman You knew he already had a family but you fucked him anyway!!! And then when you thought you gon' lose the nigga you went and got pregant - didn't you bitch, DIDN'T YOU!! THE OL' KEEP A NIGGA BABY And then when the nigga ain't around, what do you tell the child? "Aww that nigga ain't shit, that's why yo' daddy ain't here; cause that nigga ain't shit." How bout bein a woman, and tellin the kid the truth that yo' momma, you was a hoe! TELL THE KID! Momma was a hoe, I was weekend pussy I had you to keep the nigga, it didn't work out that's why he ain't here - but he a good nigga cause he take care of his REAL family I was just a dumb bitch, tryin to keep, a nigga that I wanted |
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from Dr. Dre 2집 - 2001 (1999)
Ya'll know me
still the same ol' G But I been low key Hated on by most these niggas Wit no cheese no deals and no G's no wheels and no keys No boats no snowmobiles and no ski's Mad at me cause I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries Got a crib wit a studio and it's all full of tracks To add to the wall full of plaques Hangin up in the office in back of my house like trophies But ya'll think I'm let my dough freeze Ho Please You better bow down on both knees Who you think taught to smoke trees Who you think brought the o' D's Eazy E's Ice Cube's and DOC's and Snoop D O double G's And a group that said muthafuck the police Gave you a tape full of dope beats The bomb weed stroll through in you hood And when your album sales wasn't doin too good Who's the doc that he told you to go see Ya'll better listen up closely All you niggas that said that I turned pop Or the Firm flop ya'll are the reason Dre ain't been getting no sleep So fuck ya'll all of ya'll If ya'll don't like me blow me Ya'll are gonna keep fuckin around wit me And turn me back to the old me Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothin comes out when they move they lips Just a buncha gibberish muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothin comes out when they move they lips Just a buncha gibberish muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre So what do you say to somebody you hate Or anybody tryna bring trouble your way Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way Just study your tape of NWA One day I was walkin by Wit a walkmen on When I caught a guy givin me an awkward eye And strangled him off in the parkin lot wit his Karl Kani I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge But I'm drunk as fuck Right next to a humun truck in a two car garage Hoppin out wit two broken legs tryna walk it off Fuck you too bitch call the cops I'ma kill you and them loud ass muthafuckin barkin dogs And when the cops came through Me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches And still one found out From here on out it's the Chronic 2 Startin today and tomorrows the new And I'm still loco and nuts To choke you to death wit a Charleston chew Slim shady hotter then a set of twin babies In a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up And the temp goes up to the mid 80's Callin men ladies Sorry Doc but I been crazy There is no way that you can save me It's ok go with him Hailey Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothin comes out when they move they lips Just a buncha gibberish muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothin comes out when they move they lips Just a buncha gibberish muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre If it was up to me You muthafuckas would stop comin up to me Wit your hands out lookin up to me Like you want somethin free When my last cd was out you wasn't bumpin me But now that I got this little company Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease But you won't get a crumb from me Cause I'm from the streets of I told em all All them little gangstas Who you think helped mold 'em all Now you wanna run around and talk about guns Like I ain't got none What you think I sold 'em all Cause I stay well off Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin Dre fell off What cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad Tryna get this damn label off I ain't havin that This is the millenium of Aftermath It ain't gonna be nothin after that So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap You can have it back So where's all the mad rappers at It's like a jungle in this habitat But all you savage cats Knew that I was strapped wit gats When you were cuddled wit cabbage patch Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothin comes out when they move they lips Just a buncha gibberish muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothin comes out when they move they lips Just a buncha gibberish muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothin comes out when they move they lips Just a buncha gibberish muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre |
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from Dr. Dre 2집 - 2001 (1999)
Hi baby
I know your under a lot of pressure at your work and all And I do understand You have no idea how much I understand But you also don't have any idea how much I love you I love you so much I think about you I feel you in my arms I miss you I miss you terribly I've just always wanted someone like you in my life I love you so much that I'd do anything I'd do anything I'll be your perfect woman for you I just wanna fuck bad bitches All them nights I never had bitches Now I'm all up in that ass bitches Mad at cha boyfriend aint cha You'se a bad girl gotta spank ya Gotta thank ya for that head clinic Explicit hella photogenic And tell your friends where the dick's at Where they can get hit and won't get back to they soulmate Before you kiss'em use Colgate She Swallowed It Yeah the bitch took the whole eight and ran with it then let Mel Man hit it and Hit the Man hit it damn bitches Man this is what I'm talkin about Chicken head chicken fed with a dick in your mouth Out and about with your nigga like it never took place Airtouched Next time you need a taste I just wanna fuuuuuck you No touchin and rubbin gul you got a husband who loves you Don't need you all in mine I just wanna fuuuuuck you We can't be kissin and huggin gul you got a husband who loves you You need to give him your quality time You got the number it's on you to make the call You know I cum quick help you re decorate your walls Cut your backyard don't have to act hard to get the cock And if I'm goin too far I take it out and wipe it off and put it back up and keep going You tryin to hide it from your husband but I know he be knowin that your pussy's been tampered with Then you show him the new trick of how you can lick it smoke a cancer stick You be workin it l like a dancer bitch it's hard on me Not to give you all of my time that you wanted You can give me some head but keep the breakfast in bed I'd rather spend my mornin diggin through some records instead But tonight I guess it'd be aight if we can touch bases Hookup somewhere and exchange some Fuck Faces I know your man's lookin for ya he's always tryin to run ya Don't worry bout me handcuffin gul cause I just wanna fuck witchu On the sneak tip on some creep shit So whatcha gon'do ya freak bitch You actin like you don't do dicks That's the kinda bitch I hate fuckin wit Baby was a virgin that's what she said So I gave her some Hennesey she gave me some head I fucked her on the flo so I wouldn't mess up my bed Then Lil 1/2 Dead put his dick on her head Take that bitch home and give her a bone And give her the number to my cellular phone Man, she blowin up my pager the shit's gettin major A favor for a favor this dick is what I gave her Somethin to go by and bitches know why Stuff dick in they mouth and then I'm out Twenty fo seven Dre Snoop and Devin We servin these hoes and never lovin these I just wanna fuuuuuck you No touchin and rubbin gul you got a husband who loves you Don't need you all in mine I just wanna fuuuuuck you We can't be kissin and huggin gul you got ahusband who loves you You need to give him your quality time |
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from Dr. Dre 2집 - 2001 (1999)
Now this this is one of
them occasions where the homies not doin it right I mean he found him a hoe that he like But you can't make a hoe a housewife And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end a bitch is a bitch but a Dogg is a man's best friend So what you found you a hoe that you like But you can't make a hoe a housewife I mostly sold dick while I packed a gold clip Worked my money maker she got paper she bout to trip I cannot G guilty You pimpin strong but comin home to sheets that be filthy She on the dillzy I take advantage All up in them panties I got this bitch speakin Spanish I'm mannish get yo' nails out my back Slut I'm bout to nut and get up go scrub yo' cat Learn the player rules this is how I play a dude Might not be a freak but she got on the choosin shoes Dollar signs are folded I can't control it Tryin to leave her beeper just exploded She sweatin me won't let me broad turned fraud Now she on this dick huh got her turnin tricks huh Man it's a trip I don't trip I'm in yo' Lexus flexin I left her up in Dallas Texas assed out Now this this is one of them occasions where the homies not doin it right I mean he found him a hoe that he like But you can't make a hoe a housewife And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end a bitch is a bitch but a Dogg is a man's best friend So what you found you a hoe that you like But you can't make a hoe a housewife Now hoe is short for honey almost had her Wailin like Bunny Tellin tales of bein pregnant catchin Norstrom sales with abortion money I spotted her seen her with my nigga when I shot at her Now we got beef he caught up in the hoe's erotica Exotic she's psychotic rockin his Nautica Soon he'll need antibiotics Name a sexual disease she got it like Sam Goody You be like Damn how could she hit me off with chlamydia Fool I pity ya We live in the city off ballers with more bouncin than a Zapp she will doo wah diddy ya Prettier to grittier the wittier can get her to the Hotel Niko on some Sauve shit like Rico That's when I caught a Vision like Coleco A high post hoe a perfect way for me to keep dough Huh have her sellin ass on Bronson Ave and Pico At the ho tel mo tel or the Holiday Inn I said if that bitch keep fuckin up then we'll fuck her friends I said I dip dive what can I say Niggaz need to stop fuckin with O J Some niggaz bang blood some niggaz bang crip And bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks I had to dream of hoes I had to scream at hoes I seen my hoes in all kinds of clothes Lil' Almond Joy I truly enjoy if you blew my balls right through my drawers Come back to the mansion chill at the spot From the way she was blowin I know she does it a lot I have a eight and a half nine and three quarters The hoe started callin when I started boss ballin Gimme some head gimme some ass Gimme some cash pass it to Daz Pass it to Snoop or pass it to Nate Hoes eat dick like eggs and steak That ain't shit new I thought you knew I knew you would you wish you could break a G down break me down But I'm a see you on the rebound D P style Now this this is one of them occasions where the homies not doin it right I mean he found him a hoe that he like But you can't make a hoe a housewife And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end a bitch is a bitch but a Dogg is a man's best friend So what you found you a hoe that you like But you can't make a hoe a housewife |
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from Dr. Dre 2집 - 2001 (1999)
[all together]
All these niggaz and all these hoes in here Somebody here gon' fuck! [repeat 4X] [Hittman] Talkin that, walkin that, spittin at hoes Smokin this, drinkin that, hittin at hoes Fuck this I'm hittin that I'm hittin em both Have one ridin dick, one lickin my toes When I'm lovin these hoes there ain't no love involved No hugs, no kisses, bear rugs, bear britches Rare bitches like to pose in them Black Tail pictures Bitch jumped off my dick, "Is that Dre over there?" [Dr. Dre] Yeah -- I just took some Ecstasy Ain't no tellin what the side effects could be All these fine bitches equal sex to me plus I got this bad bitch layin next to me No doubt, sit back on the couch Pants down, rubber on, set to turn that ass out Laid the bitch out, then I put it in her mouth Pulled out, nutted on a towel and passed out [Kurupt] Come on let's get high (hiiiiigh..) let's get high (hiiiiigh..) Come on let's get high (hiiiiigh..) let's get high, all my ladies let's get high (hiiiiigh..) high (hiiiiigh..) Let's get high (hiiiiigh..) Come on let's get high I make the four hop [hydraulic sound] pull up at the spot Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel Stompin in the party, Kurupt, Young Gotti I'm fuckin somethin in this bitch, hit em with some gangsta shit Put somethin in your mouth bitch real tasty I'm lookin real sauce in my gangsta-ass Casey's Hit the party, ease up, Kurupt with an ounce an' got all the hoes in this motherfucker bouncin [hydraulics] Down to.. YO WHATTUP SCRAM JONES? Mel-Man what's crackin? Whassup wit all these ol' punk ass hoes in here? [Ms. Roq] Nigga WHUT??! I'm a hustlin bitch! I like them get rich niggaz, them hit the switch niggaz Niggaz bout the sex and which bitch to hit next while I'm kickin my game and collectin them checks Got all y'all niggaz vexed to fuck this triple-X rated hoe You say you ain't eat it - you ate it though And uhh, Roq don't stop, can't be droppin no drawers To the niggaz how you figure got you shittin in yours Yeah, little dicks always runnin they mouth While a bitch is better off to masturbate and be out All you bitches up in here know what I'm talkin about Get the loot, get the ice, fuck the wife, no doubt Tryin to live lavish, marry a big dick and stay carried Holla back at them niggaz that hollered at me Pop the Cris', whip the six and shit and have all y'all niggaz limp when I twist my shit Yeah! Bitch ass niggaz! |
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from Dr. Dre 2집 - 2001 (1999)
[Dr. Dre]
Hey, yo whassup? My name is Dre Can I blaze some Chonic witchu? [girl] Nigga what? FO' SHO'! Roll that shit up! [Dr. Dre] Hell yeah, still "Alwayz Into Somethin'" Heart still in Compton The comp can't oppose, dope Cali platinum classicals Introduced you to my Doggs, that don't love hoes and Firm Fiascoes - assholes Fucked you up with my last video, tuxed up doin a tango.. And cash, always in my grasp Came up in the game wearin khakis not kangols, stranglin hoes When asked about it in most interviews I just laugh Now I vacate with hoes with a gang of ass One feed me mangoes, the other lightin my hash Rap tabloids write Dre's light in the ass (what?) Came home uptight, ready to mash like a gas pedal, get on that sixty-four Chevy level AK-47 heavy metal Who say Dre ain't ghetto? Just whistle like a tea kettle I throw three at you, tell me if you see devils cause we rebels over here, I smell Chronic in the air that means we takin over this year You hear? [girl] Chronic, two-thousand, "ONE! [echoes]" - KRS-One [Dre] That means we takin over this year, ya hear? [girl] Light Speed, blazin Chronic through the galaxy Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed Or we might be sippin on gin or Hennessey Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas [Hittman] I hang among hustlers, I slang and hoo-bang Bronson when bustaz roll through, can't fuck with my bold crew We will hold you captive and bust cause gangbangin is the active, activity where I be livin B, there ain't no Liberty Statue Hope you got your gat, don't let them catch you slippin, without yours, it's warfare outdoors Ambulance, violent uproars Trash niggaz takin out like chores I meet whores on tours Jeans hot as pepper so I sip, champagne on stormy shores We on some hardcore, pornographic Totin Austrian firearms that's made out of plastic In these drastic surroundings, it be sounding like Lebanon, makin fools "RETREAT!" like Megatron and Starscream Oh yeah I scream-on-stars to get loot and crossover like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar Get out your car son, that's how I came to bougie niggaz Act bad one, it's either that or make front page stardom I'm the Golden Child, chased by Sodom ?? gots my bulletproof it's hard to shoot me you hear? (By the time you see him (BLAM BLAM)) That means it's real fuckin hard to shoot me, you hear? [girl] Light Speed, blazin Chronic through the galaxy Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed Or we might be sippin on gin or Hennessey Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas |
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from Dr. Dre 2집 - 2001 (1999)
goddamn, hey, whassup, nigga?
oh, shit! whassup? hey, that motherfucker clean hey, whos that? hey, thats dre, nigga, thats the... look at that shit! hangin that motherfucker, goddamn! (look at that!) (laughing) that nigga chromed out up under that motherfucker! hangin?on the bumper, x! hey, hang that shit! what up, dr. dre? |
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from Dr. Dre 2집 - 2001 (1999)
goddamn, hey, whassup, nigga?
oh, shit! whassup? hey, that motherfucker clean hey, whos that? hey, thats dre, nigga, thats the... look at that shit! hangin that motherfucker, goddamn! (look at that!) (laughing) that nigga chromed out up under that motherfucker! hangin?on the bumper, x! hey, hang that shit! what up, dr. dre? |
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from Dr. Dre 2집 - 2001 (1999)
[Hitman]
When darkness be closin in I'm motivated, with the howlin wind with a list of chosen men, frozen in sin Knowin that your end is beginnin Swift silent and deadly There's no defendin my plots, I know your every movement For six months I watch, coulda gotchu at your baby's mother's house Even at your down-low weed spot But the backdrop, wasn't flattering enough I didn't want people gathering and stuff {*cameras click*} Snapshots of blood splattering from the snuff Here - puff this here, while I figure which way, to split yo' wig Right now you as nervous, as a Farmer John pig As I dig into my tragic bag, take out the HK Twist on the silencer, insert the thirty-shot mag {*WHOOSH*} Bullet stuck to his brain like a mack Skull in fragments, I leave the cleanup to Dragnet This is anybody MURDERAHHH to fuckin everybody MURDERAHHH Nigga all y'all MURDERAHHH uh, uh, for real You'll fuck around and get killed This is anybody MURDERAHHH Motherfuckin everybody MURDERAHHH Yeah nigga all y'all MURDERAHHH uh, uh, for real You'll fuck around and get killed [Ms. Roq] Peeped all the stash drop and exchange of the dough Lurkin through the turf, think how I'ma just work Give em chase to the crib and yo he properly laced Stepped out the car, put my steel, to the side of his face Murder - this the fuckin Case, rob this nigga and shake the fuckin spot cause in a few it's gon' be crawlin with cops! Who's the bad bitch now, you crept on, paid the piper Who'da thought a sexy bitch could be a murderous sniper Detrimental to your health, shoulda learned yo' lesson But it's too late nigga bye-bye, better count yo' blessings I been watchin you watchin me, yeah you ballin Was, nigga now you finger fucked and steady fallin A thug wit no love, but bitch niggaz die fast Thug niggaz die young - oh what you thought you would last? Blast two shots to the dome, slide back to the pad and jack my nigga off, til his dick get soft Resume the wifey boo shit, cause yo my man don't know that his bitch is straight ill, servin ass with fo'fo' {*KABOOM*} I'm a motherfuckin MURDERAHHH Bitch disses anybody MURDERAHHH Yeah nigga all y'all MURDERAHHH uh, uh, for real You'll fuck around and get killed I'm a motherfuckin MURDERAHHH Uhh bitch disses anybody MURDERAHHH Yeah nigga all y'all MURDERAHHH uh, uh, for real You'll fuck around and get killed! |
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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 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 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 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 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)
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 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 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 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)
[ms. roq]damn girl, it is hotter than a motherfucker up in here
[traci nelson]you got that right [ms. roq]i need to go to the bar and get me a drink, please! [traci nelson]yes! [ms. roq]hello! [eddie griffin]shit, what the fuck you want? [traci nelson]hmmm... [ms. roq]let me get a cosmo. [eddie griffin]what the fuck you want? [traci nelson]damn, ill have an apple martini. [ms. roq]this motherfucker drunk as a mother... [eddie griffin]thirsty bitches [ms. roq]this a drunken-ass nigga [traci nelson]oh, ooh, shit girl, those niggaz are lookin?over here! oh, shit, dont look, dont look! [ms. roq]damn, whats up, what they look like tho? [traci nelson]shit, shit, damn, they look, they look aight. [ms. roq]they fuckable? whats up, is they fuckable? or what? [traci nelson](laughing)shh, chill out, chill out! [ms. roq](what?) [traci nelson]here they come! [ms. roq](what?) [traci nelson]here they come! chill out! damn... |
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from The N.W.A Legacy Volume 1 1988-1998 (1999)
Intro:
Yeah, whattup, this is Dr. Dre The party's goin on Thank God it's Friday ["Buck buck buck buck booyaka shan!" - KRS One" repeat 4X] Chorus: Keep their headz ringin (ding ding dong ring-gading ding ding dong) repeat 2X Verse One: [Hey you, sittin over there] Say what? [You better get up out of your chair] That's right [And work your body down] Yeahhh... [No time to funk around, cause we gon....] Funk, you, right on up So get up, get a move on, and get your groove on It's the D-R-E the spectacular In a party I go for your neck so call me Blackula As I drain a niggaz jugular vein and maintain to leave blood stains so don't complain Just chill, listen to the beats I spill Keepin it real, enables me to make another meal Still, niggaz run up and try to kill at will But get popped like a pimple, so call me Clearasil I wipe niggaz off the face of the Earth since birth I been a bad nigga, now let me tell you what I'm worth More than a Stealth bomber, I cause drama The enforcer, music flows like a flying saucer Or a 747 jet, never forget I'm that nigga that keeps the hoes panties wet The mic gets smoked, once you hear the beat kick With grooves so funky, they come with a Speed Stick So check the flavor that I'm bringin The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin (Chorus) Verse Two: One-two for the crew, three-fo' for the dough Five for the hoe, six-seven-eight for Death Row Mad niggaz about to feel the full effect of intellect So I can collect respect, plus a check Now I fin' to, get into to, my mental will take care of this business I need to attend to, cuz my rent's due And this rap shit's my meal ticket So you god damn right I'm gonna kick it, or get evicted I bring terror like Stephen King A black Casanova, runnin niggaz over like Christine When I rock the spot with the flavor I got I kick plenty of ass, so call me an astronaut As I blast past another nigga's ass that thought he was strong But I smoke him like grass, just like Cheech and Chong When I flow, niggaz know, it's time to take a hike Cause I grab the mic and flip my tongue like a dyke I got rhymes to keep you enchanted Produce a smokesscreen with the funky green to keep your eyes slanted So check the flavor that I'm bringin The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin (Chorus) Verse Three: Debonairre with flair, I scare wear and tear without a care, runnin shit as if I was a mayor But I ain't no politician, no competition Sendin all opposition to see a mortician I'm up front, never in the back drop Step on stage and get faded just like a flat top Your rhyme sounds like you bought em at Stop N Go Dre came to wax you so, just call me Mop N Glow Many tried to, but just can't rock with I'm 6-1, 225, a pure chocolate Your chances of jackin me are slim G Cause I rock from summer til Santa comes down the chimney Ho ho ho, and so, as I continue to flow Cause yo, I'm just a fly negro So, check the flavor that I'm bringin The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin (Chorus) |
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from The N.W.A Legacy Volume 1 1988-1998 (1999)
Verse One
Creepin' down the back street on Deez I got my glock cocked cuz niggaz want these Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated By some nigga with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine ya wanna make noise, make noise I make a phone call my niggaz comin' like the Gotti boys bodies bein' found on Greenleaf with their fuckin heads cut off, motherfucker i'm Dre so listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day rollin' in my '4 with 16 switches And got sounds for the bitches, clockin' all the riches Got the hollow points for the snitches So would you just walk on by, cuz I'm too hard to lift and no this ain't Aerosmith It's the motherfuckin D-R-E, from the CPT on a ryhmin' spree, a straight G Hop back as i pop my top ya trip I let the hollow points commence to POP POP POP yeah, cuz if it don't stop I have to put my shit in reverse go back and take anothers stop Cause I'm (Rollin in my six-fo') with all the niggaz sayin Chorus: Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride hell yeah Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride with all the niggaz sayin Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Hell yeah Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Verse Two just another motherfuckin day for Dre so I begin like this No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists it's just that gangster glare, with gangster raps that gangster shit, that makes the gang of snaps, uhh word to the motherfuckin streets and word to these hyped ass lyrics and dope beats, that I hit ya with that I, get ya with as I groove in my four on deez, hittin the switches bitches relax while I get my proper swerve on bumpin like a motherfucker ready to get my serve on but before I hit the dope spot I gotta get the chronic, the Reme Martin and my soda pop Now I'm smellin like indo-nesia bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers on my dick, cause my four on hit pancake front and back, side to side and all that shit So when I crawl I comes correct Now, if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check nigga Now let the Chevrolet slide As I dip a nigga trip to the south side, yeah (Rollin in my six-fo') with all the bitches sayin Chorus Verse Three Check this out The sun went down when I hit Slausson on my way to the strip, now I'm just flossin Checkin my rearview, cause niggaz they will do jack moves, black fools cause I smack fools Try to set me up for a two-eleven Fuck around and get caught up in a one-eight-seven but I don't represent no gangbang Some niggaz like lynchin but I just watch them hang so on, and so-on, why don't you let me roll on I remember back in the dayz when I used to have to get my stroll on Didn't nobody wanna speak; now everybody peepin out they windows when they hear me beatin up the streets Is it Dre? Is it Dre? That's what they say, every single motherfuckin day, yo But I ain't trippin I'm just kickin it While my deez keep spinnin and these hoes keep grinnin I'll be (Rollin in my six-fo') With everybody sayin Chorus: to end |
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from The N.W.A Legacy Volume 1 1988-1998 (1999)
Ninety ninety mothafuckin' 1 NWA's back in this mothafuckin' yo Takin' out all you commercicalized ass niggaz And we're on this lay back track And we're doin' this well kinda smooth So what's you're gonna do Dre, Kick it! It's so on le the shit flow on Because I need somethin' to go off on The mothafuckin' D-R-E servin' a death wish So I'm a hit you like this Early in the morning hop into the B-enz I got 44 wayz of gettin' paid Sittin' in my lap as I roll off the Compton blocks To skoop up Ren I heard shots - 1 2 3, Then I see the nigga Hop in de Benz and it was Ren on the mothafuckin' trigger He got in the Benz and said "Dre I was speakin' to de bitch O'shey" [Ice Cube] And as we roll on I seen the patrol on crip So we got ghost because they beat Me and Ren in de black CE, yo, Poppin' some funky shit by de D.O.C I gotta get paid, paid in a hurry see I gotta have it if I'm not paid fully I start takin', makin' sure my shit is steady bumpin' A nigga'z ALWAYZ INTO SOMETHIN' I hear a dope beat Somebody told me to buck dead But if Dre did'nt do it I can't fuck with it NWA is like a mix a fix a trix Real niggaz with big dicks You're takin' a chance when you think that Talkin' under your breath won't lead to young death Fuckin' up shit and shit by the killin' For a nigga labled as bein' - A mothafuckin' Villain But you don't know me, a record can't tell ya I was so afraid I'd be a mothafuckin' faliure Real niggaz got a hat-top breakin' I hooked up with 3 more niggaz and started makin' - Funky-ass shit for your system Might sound nice so it makes you wanna listen to a Sample of a ruthless organization But you don't want the conferntation Real niggaz don't play - Yella, Eazy, Me and the nigga nigga Dre Yo, alwayz makin' sure that my shit is steady bumpin' Yeah, the world's most dangerous group Definetly in this mothafucka Sendin' a shout-out to all the niggaz out there Yo you can get in the pick up and suck de dick up 'till you hick-up You know what I'm sayin' Yo, cuz I'm a nigga for life And I realy don't give a fuck I'm goin' for mine - Every time I see a fuckin' softy - Punk strong as coffee A nigga like that best to back up off me Yo, cuz these are the dayz and the times of de real nigga False niggaz, NWA'z toss' niggaz And that's on de real Cuz I'm a nigga that killz Again and again so tell 'em what's up Ren If i'm not no nothin' I don't feel like So I grab de 9 n' de clip and go to murder mothafuckaz at night Because I'm startin' to feel I'm sittin' in a cell with a crimerz too tragic it could'nt make bail So now they gotta hold me And listen to rehabilizations over and over Sayin' they told me But I don't give a fuck cuz I know my shit is pumpin' A nigga'z ALWAYZ INTO SOMETHIN' |
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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 Ice Cube - War & Peace Vol. 2 (The Peace Disc) (2000)
Ice Cube-
Look at these niggas with attitudes Look at these niggas with attitudes Look at these niggas with attitudes Look at these niggas with attitudes -Hello- Dr. Dre- I started this gangsta shit and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get? -Hello- MC Ren- I started this gangsta shit and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get? -Hello- Ice Cube- The motherfuckin' world is a ghetto Full of magazines full clips and heavy metal When the smoke settle, i'm just lookin' for a big yellow And six inch stelletows Dr. Dre --hello-- perculatin' keep 'em waitin' While you sittin' here hatin', your bitch is hyperventillatin' Hopin' that we pentratin', you gets natin' cuz i never been to satan The hardcore administratin' gang bang affiliatin' MC Ren will have you wildin' off a zone and a whole half a gallon --Get the dollar--- 9 1 1 emergency --And you can tell 'em-- It's my son he's hurtin' me --And he's a felon-- On parole for robbery, ain't no copin' a plea, ain't no stopin' a G I'm in the six you got to hop in the three, company monopoly You handle shit slopilly I drop a key properly They call me the Don Daada, pop a colla, drop a dolla if you hear me You can hollar even rock wilders, folla, the impala Wanna talk about this concrete nigga im a scholar the incredible Hetero-sexual, credible, beg a hoe, let it go, dick ain't edible Nigga ain't federal, i plan shit while you hand pick motherfuckers Givin' up transcripts Look at these niggas with attitudes Look at these niggas with attitudes -Hello- I started this gangsta shit and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get? -Hello- Dr. Dre- I started this gangsta shit and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get? MC Ren- Villain blows up your spot Take your notebook your bitch and your glock This motherfucker thought the coochie had a padlock You slaped her ass that's alarming, cuz she want my worm like Common We chin check niggas, them thin check niggas run trains on goldiggers Beware these four niggas, scare motherfuckers like Steven King flicks Makin' niggas clear the room like a dike flea a dick Make executive none shit, nigga like quick So when i bomb first nigga who you rollin' with? Fuck that ice on your wrist, fuck your fine ass bitch Cuz you could loose it in a tussle nigga watch me hustle Watch niggas kiss my ass without flexin' a muscle, bitches All in the back they knees waitin' to buckle Same time same channel don't change the dial Niggas for life, fuckin' your wife these niggas wild --Hello-- I started this gangsta shit and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get? --Hello-- Ice Cube- I started this gangsta shit and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get? --Hello-- Dr. Dre- Did i fall off? Got you in your room rippin' every chronic poster on your wall off Just cuz i put away the sawed off Now i got you sitin' back with a smirk listenin' with your arms crossed Questioning Dre's credibility --What?-- Wondering if it's still in me to produce hits, y'all be killin' me As if I need to make mo' I got a mansion and six cars that are paid fo', suck my dick --Hello-- We came a long way from not giving a fuck Sellin' tapes out of a trunk to movin' this far up Now we got the whole world starstruck, Made a million plus and still don't give a motherfuck Motherfucker i'm Dre, I don't need your respect I don't need to make another album bitch I ain't gotta do shit I do it because I want to not to stay in the game Fuck the fame, i'm still stayin' the same lil' bitch! --Hello-- I started this gangsta shit and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get? --Hello-- MC Ren- I started this gangsta shit and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get? --Hello-- Ice Cube- Look at these niggas with attitudes Look at these niggas with attitudes -Hello-- Look at these niggas with attitudes Look at these niggas with attitudes Look at these niggas with attitudes Look at these niggas with attitudes Look at these niggas with attitudes Look at these niggas with attitudes |
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from Eminem - The Marshall Mathers Lp (2000)
[Dre] Yeah, what up Detroit?
[Snoop] Nu-uh, nu-uh nuh-no he didn't! Ahhh! They didn't do it again, what-what, what-what? Did you shit on these niggaz two times Dr. Dre? [Dre]Oh, fo' sho'! [Snoop] Uh-uh, naw, ya smell that? This is special right here What-what, what-what-what? Yeah, it's a toast to the boggie baby Uhh, to the boggie-woogie-woogie Yeah, y'all know! What's crackin' Dre? [Dr. Dre] Just le me lay back and kick some mo' simplistic pimp shit on Slim's shit and start riots like Limp Bizkit (Limp Bizkit) Throw on 'Guilty Concience' at concerts and watch mosh pits 'til motherfuckers know each other unconcious (Watch out now!) Some of these crowds that Slim draws is rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard when it's packed and fulla cars Some of these crowds me and Snoop draw +IS+ niggaz from Chrenshaw from Long Beach to South Central Whoa, not these niggaz again These growan-ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again You and what army could harm me? D-R-E and Shady, with Doggy from Long Beach Came a long way, to makin' these songs play It'll be a wrong move, to stare at me the wrong way I got a long uz', and I carry it all day Sometimes it's like a nightmare, just bein' Andre, but I... [Snoop Dogg] Somehow, someway - tell 'em, nigga You know about Dogg-ay (Snoop Dogg) Now let me cut these niggaz up and show 'em where da fuck I'm comin from I get the party crackin' from the shit that I'll be spittin' son Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, split and run Got about fifty gungs, and I love all of 'em the same - bang bang! Damn baby girl what's your name? I forgot - what'd you say it was? Damn a nigga buzzed Hangin' in the club, with my newphew Eminem (What's up Slim?) What up cuz? (What up Snoop?) The Great White American Hope, done hooked up with the King of the motherfuckin' West Coast, bay-bayy! Chorus: Nate Dogg (+Snoop) [Nate] And you don't really wanna fuck, with me Only nigga that I trust, is me Fuck around and make me bust, this heat [Snoop] That's, the devil, they always wanna dance [Xzibit] I'm the Head Nigga In Charge, I'm watchin' you move You're found dead in your garage, with 10 o' clock news coverage Gotta love it, cuz I expose the facade Your little lungs is too small to hotbok with God All jokes aside, some bounce with us Standin' over you with a twelve gauge, about to bust It's like ashes to ashes and dust to dust I might leave in the bodybag, but never in cuffs So who do you trust? They just not rugged enough When things get rough I'm in the club shootin' with Puff Bitch, please - you must have a mental disease Assume the position and get back down on your knees - c'mon Chorus 2X [Eminem - impersonating Snoop] Awww naww, big Slim Dogg Eighty pound balls, dick six inch long Back up, in the, heezy BAY-BAY He's Sha-day! [Snoop] He's so cra-zay! [Eminem] Hahaha! Give me the mic, let me recite, 'til Timothy White pickets outside the Interscope offices every night What if he's right? I'm just a criminal, makin' a living off of the world's misery - what in the world gives me the right to say what I like, and walk around filppin' the bird Livin' the urban life, like a white kid from the 'burbs Dreamin' at night of screamin' at mom, schemin' to leave Run away from home and grow to be as evil as me I just want you all to notice me and people to see that somewhere deep down, there's a decent human being in me It just can't be found, so the reason you've been seeing this me is cuz this is me now, the recent dude who's being this mean So when you see me, dressin' up like a nerd on TV or heard the CD usin' the fag word so freely it's just me being me, here want me to tone it down? Suck my fuckin' dick, you faggot You happy now? Look here [Eminem - impersonating Snoop] I start some trouble everywhere that I go (that I go) Ask the bouncers in the club cuz they know (cuz they know) I start some shit they throw me out the back do' (the back do') Come back and shoot the club up with a fo'-fo' (a fo'-fo') Chorus 2X [Xzibit] 2001 and forever Slim Shady, Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, X to the Z, Nate Dogg C'mon, yeah!! |
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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 Dr. Dre - The Next Episode [single] (2000)
[Dr Dre]
Ya'll know me still the same ol' G But I been low key Hated on by most these niggas Wit no cheese no deals and no G's No wheels and no keys, no boots and no snowmobiles and no skis Mad at me cause I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries Got a crib wit a studio and it's all full of tracks To add to the wall full of plaques Hangin up in the office in back of my house like trophies But ya'll think I'm gonna let my dough freeze Hoe Please You better bow down on both knees Who you think taught you to smoke trees Who you think brought you the oldies Eazy-E's Ice Cube's and D.O.C's and Snoop D O double G's And a group that said muthafuck the police Gave you a tape full of dope beats The bomb weed stroll through in you hood And when your album sales wasn't doin too good Who's the doc that he told you to go see Ya'll better listen up closely All you niggas that said I turned pop Or the the Firm flop ya'll are the reason Dre ain't been getting no sleep So fuck ya'll all of ya'll If ya'll don't like me blow me Ya'll are gonna keep fuckin around wit me And turn me back to the old me [Eminem] Nowadays everybody wants to talk like they got something to say But nothin comes out when they move they lips Just a buncha gibberish And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre [Eminem] So what do you say to somebody you hate, I really wasn't tryna bring trouble your way, wanna resolve things in a bloodier way, and study your tpe of NWA One day I was walkin by Wit a walkmen on When I caught a guy givin me an awkward eye And strangled him off in the parkin lot wit his Karl Kani I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not It's harder than me tryna park a Dodge But I'm drunk as fuck Right next to a humungous truck In a two car garage Hopin out wit two broken legs Tryna walk it off Fuck you too bitch call the cops I'm kill you too and them loud ass muthafuckin barkin dogs And when them cops can't come And me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches And still won't found out From here on out it's the Chronic 2 Startin' today, tommorow's the new And I'm still loco enough to Choke you to death wit a Charston Chew Slim shady hotter then a set of twin babies In a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up And the tent goes up to the mid 80's Callin in ladies Sorry Doc I been crazy There is no way that you can save me Its ok go wit them Hailey [Dr Dre] If it was up to me You muthafuckas would stop comin up to me Wit your hands out lookin up to me Like you want somethin free When my last cd was out you wasn't bumpin me But now that I got this little company Now everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease But you won't get a crumb from me Cause I'm from the streets of I told em all All them little gangstas Who you think helped mold 'em all Now you wanna run around and talk about guns Like I ain't got none What you think I sold 'em all Cause I stay well off Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin Dre fell off What cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad Tryna get this damn label off I ain't havin that This is the millenium of Aftermath Ain't gonna be nothin after that So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap You can have it back So where's all the mad rappers at It's like a jungle in this habitat But all you savage cats Knew that I was strapped wit gats When you were cuddled wit cabbage patch |
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from Dr. Dre - The Next Episode [single] (2000)
'Fuck You'
(feat. Devin the Dude, Snoop Dogg) [answering machine girl] Hi baby I know your under a lot of pressure at your work and all And I do understand You have no idea how much I understand But you also don't have any idea how much I love you I love you so much I think about you I feel you in my arms I miss you.. I miss you terribly I've just always wanted someone like you in my life I love you so much; that I'd do anything I'd do anything I'll be your perfect woman for you [Dr. Dre] I just wanna fuck bad bitches All them nights I never had bitches Now I'm all up in that ass bitches Mad at 'cha boyfriend, aint 'cha? You'se a bad girl, gotta spank ya Gotta thank ya for that head clinic Explicit, hella photogenic And tell your friends where the dick's at Where they can get hit and won't get back to they soulmate Before you kiss 'em use Colgate 'She Swallowed It!' Yeah the bitch took the whole eight and ran with it, then let Mel-Man hit it and Hit the Man hit it; damn bitches Man, this is what I'm talkin about Chicken-head, chicken-fed, with a dick in your mouth Out and about with your nigga like it never took place (Airtouched) Next time you need a taste [Chorus:] I just wanna fuuuuuck you No touchin and rubbin gul, you got a husband who loves.. you.. Don't need you all in mine I just wanna fuuuuuck you We can't be kissin and huggin gul, you got a husband who loves.. you.. You need to give him your quality time [Devin the Dude] You got the number, it's on you to make the call You know I cum quick; help you re-decorate your walls Cut your backyard, don't have to act hard to get the cock And if I'm goin too far, I take it out and wipe it off and put it back up, and keep going You tryin to hide it from your husband but I know he be knowin that your pussy's been tampered with Then you show him the new trick of how you can lick it, smoke a cancer stick You be workin it like a dancer bitch, it's hard on me Not to give you all of my time, that you wanted You can give me some head, but keep the breakfast in bed I'd rather spend my mornin diggin through some records instead But, tonight, I guess it'd be aight if we can touch bases Hookup somewhere and exchange some 'Fuck Faces' I know your man's lookin for ya, he's always tryin to run ya Don't worry bout me handcuffin gul cause I just wanna fuck witchu [Snoop Dogg] .. fuck witchu On the sneak tip, on some creep shit So whatcha gon' do, ya freak bitch? You, actin, like you, don't, do, dicks That's the kinda bitch I hate fuckin wit Baby was a virgin, that's what she said So I gave her some Hennesey, she gave me some head I fucked her on the flo', so I wouldn't mess up my bed Then Lil' 1/2 Dead put his dick on her head Take that bitch home, and give her a bone And give her the number to my cellular phone Man, she blowin up my pager, the shit's gettin major A favor for a favor, this dick is what I gave her Somethin to go by, and bitches know why Stuff dick in they mouth, and then I'm out (see-ya!) Twenty-fo' seven, Dre, Snoop, and Devin We servin' these hoes, and never lovin these hoes, beotch! [Chorus] |
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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 N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton [Explicit Version] (2000)
"Kick that shit!" -) Flavor Flav {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*echoes*} Cool kickin ass {*scratch*} cool kickin ass {*scratch*} Cool kickin ass {*scratch*} "Kich that shit!" "Pull up a chair.." -) Rakim {*echoes*} [Verse One: Eazy-E] I don't drink brass monkey, like to be funky Nickname Eazy-E yo' 8 ball junkie Bass drum kickin, to show my shit Rappin holdin my dick boy, I don't quit Crowd rockin motherfucker from around the way I got a six-shooter, yo' mean I'm brave Rollin through the hood, to find the boys to kick dust and cuss, crank up some noise Police on my drawers, I have to pause 40 ounce in my lap and it's freezin my balls I hook a right turn and let the boys go past then I say to myself, "They can kiss my ass!" Hip to get drunk got the 8 in my lips Put in the old tape Marvin Gaye's greatest hits Turn the shit up had the bass cold whompin Cruisin through the Eastside, South of Compton See a big ass, and I say word I took a look at the face, and the bitch was to the curb Hoes on my tip for the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin I, was.. "Cool kickin ass" I, was.. "Raised in L.A." I, was.. "Cruisin down the street in my six-fo'" -) Eazy {"Too, much, posse!" -) Flavor Flav} [Verse Two: Eazy-E] Ridin on Slausson lookin for Crenshaw Turned down the sound, to ditch the law Stopped at a light and had a fit cause a Mexican almost wrecked my shit Flipped his ass off, put it to the floor Bottle was empty so I went to the store Nigga on tilt cause I was drunk See a sissy-ass punk, had to go in my trunk Reached inside cause it's like that Came back out with a silver gat Fired at the punk, and it was all because I had to show the nigga what time it was Pulled out the jammy and like a mirage a sissy like that got out of Dodge Sucka on me cause the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin "Fuck it up y'all!" -) repeat 6X {"YEAH!!!", *guitar riff* -) Beastie Boys} [Verse Three: Eazy-E] Olde English 800 cause that's my brand Take it in a bottle, 40, quart, or can Drink it like a madman, yes I do Fuck the police and a 502 Stepped in the party, I was drunk as hell Three bitches already said, "Eric yo' breath smells!" 40 ounce in hand, that's what I got "Yo man you see Eazy earlin in the parkin lot?" Stepped on your foot, cold dissed yo' hoe Asked her to dance and she said, "Hell no!" Called her a bitch cause that's the rule "Bitch, who you callin a bitch?!" Boys in the hood tryin to keep me cool You tell my homeboy you wanna kick my butt I walked in your face and we get 'em up I start droppin the dogs, and wathc you fold Just dumb full of cum, got knocked out cold "Made you look sick you snotty-nosed prick! Now your fly bitch is all over his dick!" Punk got dropped cause the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin "Stomp a mudhole in your ass!" -) Flavor Flav "Stomp a mudhole in your ass, BITCH!" -) Flav [Verse Four: Eazy-E] Pass the brew motherfucker while I tear shit up and y'all listen up close to roll call Eazy-E's in the place I got money and juice Rendezvous with me and we make the deuce Dre makes the beats so god damn funky Do the Olde 8, fuck the brass monkey Ice Cube writes the rhymes, that I say Hail to the niggaz from C.I.A. Crazy D is down and in effect We make hardcore jams, so fuck respect Make a toast punky-punk to the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*echoes*} {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*scratched to end*} |
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