Eazy-E [Rap]

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

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

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
Yo Dre where's the goddamn drum machine?

<i>[Dre]</i>
Aw shit I left the muthafucka with Poog

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
You dumb muthafucka
what the fuck we gonna do now?

<i>[Yella]</i>
Hey, man I got some drums in the back

<i>[Dre]</i>
Man what the fuck is he talkin' bout

<i>[M.C. Ren]</i>
Yo does it look like we can play some fuckin' drums?

<i>[Yella]</i>
Man I can play the drums

<i>[Everyone except Yella]</i>
Bullshit!

<i>[Yella]</i>
Man I used to fuck it up at Compton

<i>[Arguin']</i>

<i>[M.C. Ren]</i>
Give this nigga some sticks....
Yo Fuck it up Yella

<i>[M.C. Ren]</i>
Yo were two hard muthafuckaz
takin' out any punk ass suckaz
can you believe this or so be frightened
were strong as fuck, with the power of a titan
settin' a mark of destruction get it
so don't front, and say you ain't with it
you wanna rumble with us you can't hang
cause were something like a two man gang
start some shit is what we do best
scared by the suckaz say fuck the rest
so yo Eazy bust it and shoot to kill
and tell these stupid muthafuckaz the deal

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
I look you dead in the eye and I spit
tell you to your face punk you ain't shit
I don't give a goddamn about feelin's
I'm just as a happy as long as I'm killin'
a 187 is in progress nigga
just as soon as I pull this trigger
automatic heavily I start firin'
and the kids on the block
I'm the one there admirin'
a bad mouth nigga on the violent tip
I catch you talkin' some shit
and I'mma bust your lip
now who you gonna tell that I'm makin' ya soft
the police ain't shit cause I pay 'em off
I move slow always ready to go so fuck it
and bitches on my dick they know they can suck it
I'm a hard head, always havin' a fit
when I'm not allowed to tear up shit

<i>[Eazy-E & M.C. Ren]</i>
I'm a hard muthafucka

<i>[Chorus]</i>
2 Hard Muthafuckaz! <i>[x4]</i>

<i>[M.C. Ren]</i>
Now look at me I'm a crazed bitch
with a case to a profanity pitch
Ren is a nigga that don't give a fuck
to pussy ass fool tryin' to press his luck
I'm ready to scrap that's if your ready to go
I take you out goin' toe to toe
E saw the conversion and hit you from the back
while you gettin' fucked by a ruthless jack
critical condition is what you recieved
thinkin' up some back up to go on retrieve
but Eazy tell what would happen my man
<i>[Eazy-E:]</i> "they would get fucked up by a ruthless clan"
so it's simple we don't give a fuck right
so you and ya boys can get the fuck out my site
I'm on tilt with class gettin' ready to blast
cause I'm a hard muthafucka

<i>[Chorus]</i>
2 Hard Muthafuckaz! <i>[x4]</i>

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
Eazy and Ren is fuckin' it up again
schemin' up a plot before we begin
cause niggaz like to stare like a bitch sometimes
they say how can them niggaz have some a hell of a rhyme

<i>[M.C. Ren]</i>
It's simple tell 'em what we mean
when the two baddest muthafuckaz step on the scene

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
Now this is some shit

<i>[M.C. Ren]</i>
Yo what are you sayin'

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
you stupid muthafuckaz they think I'm playin'
talkin' all kinda shit of shit but I'm crackin' it up
I can afford to laugh cause I'm backin' it up
I'm not a busta I'm more like a hitman
so if you don't wanna throw then you can get down
you don't like the fuck away from me
so you can stop the shit, tryin' to fuck the E

<i>[M.C. Ren]</i>
You heard what he said
it's the truth so whats up
so if you want me to go then I'mma bout to nut up
the 2 baddest muthafuckaz alive
so I don't think you and your boys can survive
you gotta girl, well if she's good to go
I bet me and E already fucked the hoe
a train was in effect and your bitch was rott
by a hell of a nigga that was hard to stop

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
Yo Ren lets jet lets get the fuck on out

<i>[M.C. Ren]</i>
because everybody knows what where talkin' about

<i>[Eazy-E & M.C. Ren]</i>
Where two hard muthafuckaz!

<i>[Chorus]</i>
2 Hard Muthafuckaz! (x4)

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
Yo Dre where's the goddamn drum machine?

<i>[Dre]</i>
Aw shit I left the muthafucka with Poog

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
You dumb muthafucka
what the fuck we gonna do now?

<i>[Yella]</i>
Hey, man I got some drums in the back

<i>[Dre]</i>
Man what the fuck is he talkin' bout

<i>[M.C. Ren]</i>
Yo does it look like we can play some fuckin' drums?

<i>[Yella]</i>
Man I can play the drums

<i>[Everyone except Yella]</i>
Bullshit!

<i>[Yella]</i>
Man I used to fuck it up at Compton

<i>[Arguin']</i>

<i>[M.C. Ren]</i>
Give this nigga some sticks....
Yo Fuck it up Yella

<i>[M.C. Ren]</i>
Yo were two hard muthafuckaz
takin' out any punk ass suckaz
can you believe this or so be frightened
were strong as fuck, with the power of a titan
settin' a mark of destruction get it
so don't front, and say you ain't with it
you wanna rumble with us you can't hang
cause were something like a two man gang
start some shit is what we do best
scared by the suckaz say fuck the rest
so yo Eazy bust it and shoot to kill
and tell these stupid muthafuckaz the deal

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
I look you dead in the eye and I spit
tell you to your face punk you ain't shit
I don't give a goddamn about feelin's
I'm just as a happy as long as I'm killin'
a 187 is in progress nigga
just as soon as I pull this trigger
automatic heavily I start firin'
and the kids on the block
I'm the one there admirin'
a bad mouth nigga on the violent tip
I catch you talkin' some shit
and I'mma bust your lip
now who you gonna tell that I'm makin' ya soft
the police ain't shit cause I pay 'em off
I move slow always ready to go so fuck it
and bitches on my dick they know they can suck it
I'm a hard head, always havin' a fit
when I'm not allowed to tear up shit

<i>[Eazy-E & M.C. Ren]</i>
I'm a hard muthafucka

<i>[Chorus]</i>
2 Hard Muthafuckaz! <i>[x4]</i>

<i>[M.C. Ren]</i>
Now look at me I'm a crazed bitch
with a case to a profanity pitch
Ren is a nigga that don't give a fuck
to pussy ass fool tryin' to press his luck
I'm ready to scrap that's if your ready to go
I take you out goin' toe to toe
E saw the conversion and hit you from the back
while you gettin' fucked by a ruthless jack
critical condition is what you recieved
thinkin' up some back up to go on retrieve
but Eazy tell what would happen my man
<i>[Eazy-E:]</i> "they would get fucked up by a ruthless clan"
so it's simple we don't give a fuck right
so you and ya boys can get the fuck out my site
I'm on tilt with class gettin' ready to blast
cause I'm a hard muthafucka

<i>[Chorus]</i>
2 Hard Muthafuckaz! <i>[x4]</i>

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
Eazy and Ren is fuckin' it up again
schemin' up a plot before we begin
cause niggaz like to stare like a bitch sometimes
they say how can them niggaz have some a hell of a rhyme

<i>[M.C. Ren]</i>
It's simple tell 'em what we mean
when the two baddest muthafuckaz step on the scene

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
Now this is some shit

<i>[M.C. Ren]</i>
Yo what are you sayin'

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
you stupid muthafuckaz they think I'm playin'
talkin' all kinda shit of shit but I'm crackin' it up
I can afford to laugh cause I'm backin' it up
I'm not a busta I'm more like a hitman
so if you don't wanna throw then you can get down
you don't like the fuck away from me
so you can stop the shit, tryin' to fuck the E

<i>[M.C. Ren]</i>
You heard what he said
it's the truth so whats up
so if you want me to go then I'mma bout to nut up
the 2 baddest muthafuckaz alive
so I don't think you and your boys can survive
you gotta girl, well if she's good to go
I bet me and E already fucked the hoe
a train was in effect and your bitch was rott
by a hell of a nigga that was hard to stop

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
Yo Ren lets jet lets get the fuck on out

<i>[M.C. Ren]</i>
because everybody knows what where talkin' about

<i>[Eazy-E & M.C. Ren]</i>
Where two hard muthafuckaz!

<i>[Chorus]</i>
2 Hard Muthafuckaz! (x4)

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
Yo Dre where's the goddamn drum machine?

<i>[Dre]</i>
Aw shit I left the muthafucka with Poog

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
You dumb muthafucka
what the fuck we gonna do now?

<i>[Yella]</i>
Hey, man I got some drums in the back

<i>[Dre]</i>
Man what the fuck is he talkin' bout

<i>[M.C. Ren]</i>
Yo does it look like we can play some fuckin' drums?

<i>[Yella]</i>
Man I can play the drums

<i>[Everyone except Yella]</i>
Bullshit!

<i>[Yella]</i>
Man I used to fuck it up at Compton

<i>[Arguin']</i>

<i>[M.C. Ren]</i>
Give this nigga some sticks....
Yo Fuck it up Yella

<i>[M.C. Ren]</i>
Yo were two hard muthafuckaz
takin' out any punk ass suckaz
can you believe this or so be frightened
were strong as fuck, with the power of a titan
settin' a mark of destruction get it
so don't front, and say you ain't with it
you wanna rumble with us you can't hang
cause were something like a two man gang
start some shit is what we do best
scared by the suckaz say fuck the rest
so yo Eazy bust it and shoot to kill
and tell these stupid muthafuckaz the deal

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
I look you dead in the eye and I spit
tell you to your face punk you ain't shit
I don't give a goddamn about feelin's
I'm just as a happy as long as I'm killin'
a 187 is in progress nigga
just as soon as I pull this trigger
automatic heavily I start firin'
and the kids on the block
I'm the one there admirin'
a bad mouth nigga on the violent tip
I catch you talkin' some shit
and I'mma bust your lip
now who you gonna tell that I'm makin' ya soft
the police ain't shit cause I pay 'em off
I move slow always ready to go so fuck it
and bitches on my dick they know they can suck it
I'm a hard head, always havin' a fit
when I'm not allowed to tear up shit

<i>[Eazy-E & M.C. Ren]</i>
I'm a hard muthafucka

<i>[Chorus]</i>
2 Hard Muthafuckaz! <i>[x4]</i>

<i>[M.C. Ren]</i>
Now look at me I'm a crazed bitch
with a case to a profanity pitch
Ren is a nigga that don't give a fuck
to pussy ass fool tryin' to press his luck
I'm ready to scrap that's if your ready to go
I take you out goin' toe to toe
E saw the conversion and hit you from the back
while you gettin' fucked by a ruthless jack
critical condition is what you recieved
thinkin' up some back up to go on retrieve
but Eazy tell what would happen my man
<i>[Eazy-E:]</i> "they would get fucked up by a ruthless clan"
so it's simple we don't give a fuck right
so you and ya boys can get the fuck out my site
I'm on tilt with class gettin' ready to blast
cause I'm a hard muthafucka

<i>[Chorus]</i>
2 Hard Muthafuckaz! <i>[x4]</i>

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
Eazy and Ren is fuckin' it up again
schemin' up a plot before we begin
cause niggaz like to stare like a bitch sometimes
they say how can them niggaz have some a hell of a rhyme

<i>[M.C. Ren]</i>
It's simple tell 'em what we mean
when the two baddest muthafuckaz step on the scene

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
Now this is some shit

<i>[M.C. Ren]</i>
Yo what are you sayin'

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
you stupid muthafuckaz they think I'm playin'
talkin' all kinda shit of shit but I'm crackin' it up
I can afford to laugh cause I'm backin' it up
I'm not a busta I'm more like a hitman
so if you don't wanna throw then you can get down
you don't like the fuck away from me
so you can stop the shit, tryin' to fuck the E

<i>[M.C. Ren]</i>
You heard what he said
it's the truth so whats up
so if you want me to go then I'mma bout to nut up
the 2 baddest muthafuckaz alive
so I don't think you and your boys can survive
you gotta girl, well if she's good to go
I bet me and E already fucked the hoe
a train was in effect and your bitch was rott
by a hell of a nigga that was hard to stop

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
Yo Ren lets jet lets get the fuck on out

<i>[M.C. Ren]</i>
because everybody knows what where talkin' about

<i>[Eazy-E & M.C. Ren]</i>
Where two hard muthafuckaz!

<i>[Chorus]</i>
2 Hard Muthafuckaz! (x4)

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
Yo Dre where's the goddamn drum machine?

<i>[Dre]</i>
Aw shit I left the muthafucka with Poog

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
You dumb muthafucka
what the fuck we gonna do now?

<i>[Yella]</i>
Hey, man I got some drums in the back

<i>[Dre]</i>
Man what the fuck is he talkin' bout

<i>[M.C. Ren]</i>
Yo does it look like we can play some fuckin' drums?

<i>[Yella]</i>
Man I can play the drums

<i>[Everyone except Yella]</i>
Bullshit!

<i>[Yella]</i>
Man I used to fuck it up at Compton

<i>[Arguin']</i>

<i>[M.C. Ren]</i>
Give this nigga some sticks....
Yo Fuck it up Yella

<i>[M.C. Ren]</i>
Yo were two hard muthafuckaz
takin' out any punk ass suckaz
can you believe this or so be frightened
were strong as fuck, with the power of a titan
settin' a mark of destruction get it
so don't front, and say you ain't with it
you wanna rumble with us you can't hang
cause were something like a two man gang
start some shit is what we do best
scared by the suckaz say fuck the rest
so yo Eazy bust it and shoot to kill
and tell these stupid muthafuckaz the deal

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
I look you dead in the eye and I spit
tell you to your face punk you ain't shit
I don't give a goddamn about feelin's
I'm just as a happy as long as I'm killin'
a 187 is in progress nigga
just as soon as I pull this trigger
automatic heavily I start firin'
and the kids on the block
I'm the one there admirin'
a bad mouth nigga on the violent tip
I catch you talkin' some shit
and I'mma bust your lip
now who you gonna tell that I'm makin' ya soft
the police ain't shit cause I pay 'em off
I move slow always ready to go so fuck it
and bitches on my dick they know they can suck it
I'm a hard head, always havin' a fit
when I'm not allowed to tear up shit

<i>[Eazy-E & M.C. Ren]</i>
I'm a hard muthafucka

<i>[Chorus]</i>
2 Hard Muthafuckaz! <i>[x4]</i>

<i>[M.C. Ren]</i>
Now look at me I'm a crazed bitch
with a case to a profanity pitch
Ren is a nigga that don't give a fuck
to pussy ass fool tryin' to press his luck
I'm ready to scrap that's if your ready to go
I take you out goin' toe to toe
E saw the conversion and hit you from the back
while you gettin' fucked by a ruthless jack
critical condition is what you recieved
thinkin' up some back up to go on retrieve
but Eazy tell what would happen my man
<i>[Eazy-E:]</i> "they would get fucked up by a ruthless clan"
so it's simple we don't give a fuck right
so you and ya boys can get the fuck out my site
I'm on tilt with class gettin' ready to blast
cause I'm a hard muthafucka

<i>[Chorus]</i>
2 Hard Muthafuckaz! <i>[x4]</i>

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
Eazy and Ren is fuckin' it up again
schemin' up a plot before we begin
cause niggaz like to stare like a bitch sometimes
they say how can them niggaz have some a hell of a rhyme

<i>[M.C. Ren]</i>
It's simple tell 'em what we mean
when the two baddest muthafuckaz step on the scene

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
Now this is some shit

<i>[M.C. Ren]</i>
Yo what are you sayin'

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
you stupid muthafuckaz they think I'm playin'
talkin' all kinda shit of shit but I'm crackin' it up
I can afford to laugh cause I'm backin' it up
I'm not a busta I'm more like a hitman
so if you don't wanna throw then you can get down
you don't like the fuck away from me
so you can stop the shit, tryin' to fuck the E

<i>[M.C. Ren]</i>
You heard what he said
it's the truth so whats up
so if you want me to go then I'mma bout to nut up
the 2 baddest muthafuckaz alive
so I don't think you and your boys can survive
you gotta girl, well if she's good to go
I bet me and E already fucked the hoe
a train was in effect and your bitch was rott
by a hell of a nigga that was hard to stop

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
Yo Ren lets jet lets get the fuck on out

<i>[M.C. Ren]</i>
because everybody knows what where talkin' about

<i>[Eazy-E & M.C. Ren]</i>
Where two hard muthafuckaz!

<i>[Chorus]</i>
2 Hard Muthafuckaz! (x4)

"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*}

"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*}

"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*}

"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*}

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'

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'

This is a real life jack in progress. Nigga give up your shit or take
two tha chest with tha cripness
'cause I aint f**kn around G,so take a look at a real at a real live nigga
that craaazy and get ready to
die loc,any last wordz before your ass gets smoked,it aint a joke 'cause my
pockets is broke my friend
thats why I gotta do u in. Give up your endz and your gold and your
Nik's and anything else I
might like and then Im off in the wind again to catch tha next sucka
slippn taken two to tha chin.
Im on a role two niggaz in one night didnt even have to fight,just
pulled out my 9 to end anothers
life. Thats real life so forget tha silly shit you heard,Now Nigga tell
me do you have any last wordz.

"'cause its the end of tha world and still niggaz aint got no satisfaction.
So I take my 9 put it on my
?? for some cop now Im blastn, 'cause Im known as a G and Im coming from tha Cpt.
And you should know bitch ass niggaz running back cant f**k with Eazy"

"Word'em up" [several times]

Another murder I comitted made front page a nigga dead from a drive by
did with a 12 gauge. The
first stage of insanity people say it aint wise to get faded off the
ST.Ides. A mother cries,another
son lies in a casket,life was fun while it lasted. Tha silly bastard had
to get caught,tripn and set
tripn,you should of seen that niggaz blood dripping.To many lives took
to many hearts broke,but
you dont hear me so you see my f**kn gun smoke. Some ask why do I take
so many lives from the
innocent little ones. But where I come from we take shit real,you peel
caps so you gotta get your


cap peeled. Grab your steel forget about what you heard,its Do or Die
Nigga,any last wordz?

"'cause its the end of tha world and still niggaz aint got no satisfaction.
So I take my 9 put it on my
?? for some cop now Im blastn,'cause Im known as a G and Im coming from
tha Cpt. And you
should know bitch ass niggaz running back cant f**k with Eazy"

"Word'em up" [repeated several times]

I got tha 9 and Im fixing to str8 creep,feel I need to take another life
so I peep. Checking the
scene,but staying low so Im not seen case I gotta get away gotta make
tha shit clean G. So Im
looking for a victim.Gotta be right,took my time and I picked him,Scoped
shit then I licked'em now
Im back in the news,no clues,but yet another murder. You should of heard
the nigga squill when I
stuck his ass,I had to grin 'cause its funny nigga f**k his ass. He aint
tha last and surely aint tha first
G,but his monkey ass rolled away in a hurst G. So Im feeling some what
relieved,just another day
in tha life of tha E-Z. A real G so forget tha silly shit you heard,its
do or die Eazy-E gets that last word.

"'cause its the end of tha world and still niggaz aint got no satisfaction.
So I take my 9 put it on my
?? for some cop now Im blastn,'cause Im known as a G and Im coming from
tha Cpt. And you
should know bitch ass niggaz running back cant f**k with Eazy"

"Word'em up" [several times]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Eazy]
What you want is an unexpected approach,
That may delay a suspects awareness of your presence,
Until you have a chance to assist the situation you are confronted.

Approach to danger, don't move;
It's hard to predict what will happen next.
(Oh shit, he has a gun!) drop the gun
You could've prevented a tragedy.

[Ren]
You can approach, but the danger-light is blinking,
A self-destruct button is activated when I'm thinking.
This is a tribulation, the weakened judge,
The prophecy was fulfilled cause I never budge.
I took up the tools, crucifixion was the extreme,
They're seeing doubles of me, but it wasn't a dream.
One vision was of life, the other was death,
Then I didn't give a fuck if death took your last breath.
So you burn in my pit that I call hell,
Where you got send because your shit don't sell.
My twenty-twenty was blurry from the smoke,
Of the niggaz that I burned and tormented but I didn't choke.
I started doing 'em, I kept on doing 'em,
Do 'em for shoot 'em up till that nigga Ren was booing 'em.
And my presence to the suckers was of a stranger,
But fuck it, they can approach to the danger.

[Eazy]
If you can be seen, you can be hit.
If you can be hit, you can be killed.
(He's on the line! Shoot him!)

[Dre]
Fatal approach to danger, just to remain a strangler,
Outrun, the shot of a gun with a ganger.
Murder in the first degree, but it's worse to be,
A dead motherfucker or a nigga in custody.
With everybody thinking of death I kept working,
To be one of the last niggas left.
So many people looking for hope, they're broke,
Without checking the fingerprints on the motherfuckers' throat.
A heart of steal can reveal the real nigga in me,
So figuring to see the D-E-A-D
Bodies like a nigga's straight walking in a cemetery,
So it's very necessary to carry ammunition for niggas wishing,
But they better take caution, before Dre goes off,
And starts killing motherfuckers,
Just in order to change the anger for the real nigga,
When I approach to danger

Approach the motherfucking danger,
Come back to hell and send me some time (this is it y'all)

[Eazy]
Final approach to danger, death, destruction around every corner,
Another dead body and you want to keep running.
But even the rain turns black,
All you can do is stay alert to try to say out of the search-light.
No prison, nobody makes bail,
Everybody gotta go but see, it ain't no jail.
Think about death, taking your last breath,
Heart beating like a motherfucker like there ain't no time left.
For so many ways to stay up, I gotta get mine,
Even though they want to make a crime.
Yo, I'm being real, a better or latter in the beginning,
Because it will release the fucking police.
Fuck 'em, I approach to danger,
Cause I don't give a fuck if somebody gotta get fucked up.
So you might as well kiss your ass goodbye,
Cause in the long run (we'll all die)

[Eazy]
What you want is an unexpected approach,
That may delay a suspects awareness of your presence,
Until you have a chance to assist the situation you are confronted.

Approach to danger, don't move;
It's hard to predict what will happen next.
(Oh shit, he has a gun!) drop the gun
You could've prevented a tragedy.

[Ren]
You can approach, but the danger-light is blinking,
A self-destruct button is activated when I'm thinking.
This is a tribulation, the weakened judge,
The prophecy was fulfilled cause I never budge.
I took up the tools, crucifixion was the extreme,
They're seeing doubles of me, but it wasn't a dream.
One vision was of life, the other was death,
Then I didn't give a fuck if death took your last breath.
So you burn in my pit that I call hell,
Where you got send because your shit don't sell.
My twenty-twenty was blurry from the smoke,
Of the niggaz that I burned and tormented but I didn't choke.
I started doing 'em, I kept on doing 'em,
Do 'em for shoot 'em up till that nigga Ren was booing 'em.
And my presence to the suckers was of a stranger,
But fuck it, they can approach to the danger.

[Eazy]
If you can be seen, you can be hit.
If you can be hit, you can be killed.
(He's on the line! Shoot him!)

[Dre]
Fatal approach to danger, just to remain a strangler,
Outrun, the shot of a gun with a ganger.
Murder in the first degree, but it's worse to be,
A dead motherfucker or a nigga in custody.
With everybody thinking of death I kept working,
To be one of the last niggas left.
So many people looking for hope, they're broke,
Without checking the fingerprints on the motherfuckers' throat.
A heart of steal can reveal the real nigga in me,
So figuring to see the D-E-A-D
Bodies like a nigga's straight walking in a cemetery,
So it's very necessary to carry ammunition for niggas wishing,
But they better take caution, before Dre goes off,
And starts killing motherfuckers,
Just in order to change the anger for the real nigga,
When I approach to danger

Approach the motherfucking danger,
Come back to hell and send me some time (this is it y'all)

[Eazy]
Final approach to danger, death, destruction around every corner,
Another dead body and you want to keep running.
But even the rain turns black,
All you can do is stay alert to try to say out of the search-light.
No prison, nobody makes bail,
Everybody gotta go but see, it ain't no jail.
Think about death, taking your last breath,
Heart beating like a motherfucker like there ain't no time left.
For so many ways to stay up, I gotta get mine,
Even though they want to make a crime.
Yo, I'm being real, a better or latter in the beginning,
Because it will release the fucking police.
Fuck 'em, I approach to danger,
Cause I don't give a fuck if somebody gotta get fucked up.
So you might as well kiss your ass goodbye,
Cause in the long run (we'll all die)

Yo Dre man, I take this bitch out to the movies
An' shit man we're kissin', an' grindin', an' shit
So we hop in the back seat, you know man
This bitch rubbin' all over my dick and frontin'
Like she's gonna give me the pussy
Man, and the bitch said 3 words, man
'Stop, no and don't'
I said, "Bitch"

You don't have to front on me dear
So why don't you just give that pussy here?
If you'd be good to me, oh, I'll be good to you
And we'll both ride home in my automobile

All that I want is a little puss'
All that I want is just a little head
If you'd be good to me, oh, I'll be good to you
An' we'll both ride home in my automobile

You don't have to front on me bitch
Don't be afraid, it's only a dick
Give up the pussy soon, all I want is a little room
Oh, get your groopy ass up my hotel room
Oh, get your groopy ass up my hotel room

All I want is the pussy, all I want is the pussy
All I want is the pussy, all I want is the pussy
If you'd be good to me, oh, I'll be good to you
And we'll both ride home in my automobile
We'll both ride home in my automobile

Yo Dre man, I take this bitch out to the movies and shit man we're kissin'
and grindin' and shit, so we hop in the back seat, you know man, this bitch
rubbin' all over my dick and frontin' like she's gonna give me the pussy,
man, and the bitch said three words, man:
Stop, No and Don't

I said BIIIITTTTTCCHH

<i>[Verse 1:]</i>
You don't have to front on me dear,
So why don't you just give that pussy here?
If you'd be good to me,
Oh I'll be good to you,
and we'll both ride home in my automobile.

All that I want is a little puss
All that I want is just a little head
If you'd be good to me
Ohh I'll be good to you
and we'll both ride home in my automible

<i>[Verse 2:]</i>
You don't have to front on me bitch,
Don't be afraid - it's only a dick
Give up the pussy soon,
All I want is a little,
or get your groopy ass out my hotel room
or get your groopy ass out my hotel room

All I want is the pussy
All I want is the pussy
All I want is the pussy
All I want is the pussy
If you'd be good to me,
oh I'll be good to you,
and we'll both ride home in my automobile
we'll both ride home in my automobile

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

<i>[Dr. Dre]</i>
Hey yo, remember that shit Eazy did a while back
Motherfuckers said it wasn't gonna work (word)
That crazy shit, yeah the stupid shit
Hey yo Eazy! (Yo!)
Hey man why don't you come off the piano for a minute
and bust this crazy shit

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
Woke up quick at about noon
Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon
I gotta get drunk before the day begin
Before my mother starts bitchin bout my friends
About to go and damn near went blind
Young niggaz at the pad throwin up gang signs
Ran in the house and grabbed my clip
With the Mac-10 on the side of my hip
Bailed outside and pointed my weapon
Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin
Jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride
I got front back and side to side
Then I let the Alpine play
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:

Cruisin down the street in my six-fo'
Jockin the bitches, slappin the hoes
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold shootin 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 makin that GTA

<i>[chorus]</i>

Cuz the boyz n tha hood are always hard
You come talkin that trash we'll pull your card
Knowin nothin in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't sayin shit

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
Down on 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
Til I caught him in my car tryin to steal my Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly motherfucker pull out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucker dead, LA Times first page

<i>[chorus]</i>

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I went to a spot where my homeboys chill
The fellows out there, makin that dollar
I pulled up in my 6-4 Impala
They greet me with a 40 and I start drinkin
And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin
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 and knocked his whole ass out

<i>[chorus]</i>

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
I'm rollin hard now I'm under control
Then wrapped the six-fo' 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 and I see the G ride
Now Ket is drivin Kilo on the side
As they busted a U, they got pulled over
An undercover cop in a dark green Nova
Ket got beaten for resistin arrest
He socked the pig in the head for rippin his Guess
Now G is cut for doin the crime
For defence on the boy, he'll do some time

<i>[chorus]</i>

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
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 straight cold cut a fork
Distruption of a court, said the judge
On a six year sentence my man didn't budge
Bailer came over to turn him in
Kilo G looked up and gave a grin
He yelled out "FIRE!", then came Suzi
The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi
Police shot the bitch but didn't hurt her
Both up state for attempted murder

<i>[chorus]</i>

<i>[Dr. Dre]</i>
Hey yo, remember that shit Eazy did a while back
Motherfuckers said it wasn't gonna work (word)
That crazy shit, yeah the stupid shit
Hey yo Eazy! (Yo!)
Hey man why don't you come off the piano for a minute
and bust this crazy shit

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
Woke up quick at about noon
Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon
I gotta get drunk before the day begin
Before my mother starts bitchin bout my friends
About to go and damn near went blind
Young niggaz at the pad throwin up gang signs
Ran in the house and grabbed my clip
With the Mac-10 on the side of my hip
Bailed outside and pointed my weapon
Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin
Jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride
I got front back and side to side
Then I let the Alpine play
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:

Cruisin down the street in my six-fo'
Jockin the bitches, slappin the hoes
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold shootin 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 makin that GTA

<i>[chorus]</i>

Cuz the boyz n tha hood are always hard
You come talkin that trash we'll pull your card
Knowin nothin in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't sayin shit

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
Down on 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
Til I caught him in my car tryin to steal my Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly motherfucker pull out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucker dead, LA Times first page

<i>[chorus]</i>

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I went to a spot where my homeboys chill
The fellows out there, makin that dollar
I pulled up in my 6-4 Impala
They greet me with a 40 and I start drinkin
And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin
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 and knocked his whole ass out

<i>[chorus]</i>

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
I'm rollin hard now I'm under control
Then wrapped the six-fo' 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 and I see the G ride
Now Ket is drivin Kilo on the side
As they busted a U, they got pulled over
An undercover cop in a dark green Nova
Ket got beaten for resistin arrest
He socked the pig in the head for rippin his Guess
Now G is cut for doin the crime
For defence on the boy, he'll do some time

<i>[chorus]</i>

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
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 straight cold cut a fork
Distruption of a court, said the judge
On a six year sentence my man didn't budge
Bailer came over to turn him in
Kilo G looked up and gave a grin
He yelled out "FIRE!", then came Suzi
The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi
Police shot the bitch but didn't hurt her
Both up state for attempted murder

<i>[chorus]</i>

<i>[Dr. Dre]</i>
Hey yo, remember that shit Eazy did a while back
Motherfuckers said it wasn't gonna work (word)
That crazy shit, yeah the stupid shit
Hey yo Eazy! (Yo!)
Hey man why don't you come off the piano for a minute
and bust this crazy shit

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
Woke up quick at about noon
Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon
I gotta get drunk before the day begin
Before my mother starts bitchin bout my friends
About to go and damn near went blind
Young niggaz at the pad throwin up gang signs
Ran in the house and grabbed my clip
With the Mac-10 on the side of my hip
Bailed outside and pointed my weapon
Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin
Jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride
I got front back and side to side
Then I let the Alpine play
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:

Cruisin down the street in my six-fo'
Jockin the bitches, slappin the hoes
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold shootin 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 makin that GTA

<i>[chorus]</i>

Cuz the boyz n tha hood are always hard
You come talkin that trash we'll pull your card
Knowin nothin in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't sayin shit

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
Down on 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
Til I caught him in my car tryin to steal my Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly motherfucker pull out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucker dead, LA Times first page

<i>[chorus]</i>

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I went to a spot where my homeboys chill
The fellows out there, makin that dollar
I pulled up in my 6-4 Impala
They greet me with a 40 and I start drinkin
And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin
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 and knocked his whole ass out

<i>[chorus]</i>

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
I'm rollin hard now I'm under control
Then wrapped the six-fo' 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 and I see the G ride
Now Ket is drivin Kilo on the side
As they busted a U, they got pulled over
An undercover cop in a dark green Nova
Ket got beaten for resistin arrest
He socked the pig in the head for rippin his Guess
Now G is cut for doin the crime
For defence on the boy, he'll do some time

<i>[chorus]</i>

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
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 straight cold cut a fork
Distruption of a court, said the judge
On a six year sentence my man didn't budge
Bailer came over to turn him in
Kilo G looked up and gave a grin
He yelled out "FIRE!", then came Suzi
The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi
Police shot the bitch but didn't hurt her
Both up state for attempted murder

<i>[chorus]</i>

<i>[Dr. Dre]</i>
Hey yo, remember that shit Eazy did a while back
Motherfuckers said it wasn't gonna work (word)
That crazy shit, yeah the stupid shit
Hey yo Eazy! (Yo!)
Hey man why don't you come off the piano for a minute
and bust this crazy shit

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
Woke up quick at about noon
Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon
I gotta get drunk before the day begin
Before my mother starts bitchin bout my friends
About to go and damn near went blind
Young niggaz at the pad throwin up gang signs
Ran in the house and grabbed my clip
With the Mac-10 on the side of my hip
Bailed outside and pointed my weapon
Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin
Jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride
I got front back and side to side
Then I let the Alpine play
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:

Cruisin down the street in my six-fo'
Jockin the bitches, slappin the hoes
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold shootin 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 makin that GTA

<i>[chorus]</i>

Cuz the boyz n tha hood are always hard
You come talkin that trash we'll pull your card
Knowin nothin in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't sayin shit

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
Down on 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
Til I caught him in my car tryin to steal my Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly motherfucker pull out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucker dead, LA Times first page

<i>[chorus]</i>

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I went to a spot where my homeboys chill
The fellows out there, makin that dollar
I pulled up in my 6-4 Impala
They greet me with a 40 and I start drinkin
And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin
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 and knocked his whole ass out

<i>[chorus]</i>

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
I'm rollin hard now I'm under control
Then wrapped the six-fo' 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 and I see the G ride
Now Ket is drivin Kilo on the side
As they busted a U, they got pulled over
An undercover cop in a dark green Nova
Ket got beaten for resistin arrest
He socked the pig in the head for rippin his Guess
Now G is cut for doin the crime
For defence on the boy, he'll do some time

<i>[chorus]</i>

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
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 straight cold cut a fork
Distruption of a court, said the judge
On a six year sentence my man didn't budge
Bailer came over to turn him in
Kilo G looked up and gave a grin
He yelled out "FIRE!", then came Suzi
The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi
Police shot the bitch but didn't hurt her
Both up state for attempted murder

<i>[chorus]</i>

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

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 ..

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 ..

Straight off tha streets of muthafuckin compton
It`s the downest nigga i know
Eazy muthafuckin me
Bout to kick your ass in ninety-three

[ chorus ]
I creep and i crawl and i creep and i crawl
And i creep and i crawl creep creep
I said i creep and i crawl and i creep and i crawl
And i creep and i crawl creep creep

[ verse 1 ]
I got my niggas from gravestreet watts
I got my niggas from the cpt
I got my niggas all across the motherfuckin land
Thats down with the e-a-z-y e
Now , early in the mornin i awake
Thinkin about these dead fool`s life that i had to take
Frontin on a true name i peep game at point blank range
Fuck `em
( muthafuckin right ya`ll )
Back to the set as i jet
Not givin a fuck about the nigga that i went
Thats what he gotta shout for actin like a trick
Now he`s 6 feet and i`m deep in his bitch
Creepin creepin creepin on the marks that be sleepin
Catch you slippin slap the clip in buck `em every weekend
A scandalous lil` nigga with the heart to feel remorse
Dick the niggas corps leave it on his momma`s porch
Don`t give a fuck about shit that`s why i mellow
Or maybe it`s the fact that i`m kin to the devil
A psychopathic nigga thats always quick to fill a
Nigga for a ?? cause i`m a muthafuckin killer
Thriller from manilla though i`m shown as the average
Try to test your luck and get bucked by a muthafuckin savage

[ chorus ]

[ verse 2 ]
I got my niggas from gravestreet watts
I got my niggas from the cpt
I got my niggas all across the muthafuckin land
Thats down with the e-a-z-y e
Now , later on that night as i`m rollin
Lookin for a nigga i can gat and pack a hole in
Stoppin at a light on the latenight
Fire up a phillie blunt to get my head right
See some niggas slippin at a burger stand
And in my mind all i`m thinkin is a murder plan
Creepin through the drive through kinda slow
I got my hot beams on the back of the .4
Yo , smokin on chronic with the rag down
Not knowin i`m about to lay their ass down
Reach for them fools make my move
Leaned out my jeep and i creep kinda smooth
With the gat to the nigga`s dome now he`s sleeps
One shot to the top body flopped on the seat
Peep , i dumped on the lil` skinny passenger
A bitch is screamin in a rage so i blasted her
Smashed and i got about 5 blocks
Before i got stopped by punk ass cops
( shit , fuck `em )
Fuck you
* shots rang out *
Muthafucka
Hahaha

[ INTRO ]
Straight off tha streets of muthafuckin Compton
It`s the downest nigga I know
Eazy muthafuckin me
Bout to kick your ass in Ninety-Three

[ CHORUS ]
I creep and I crawl and I creep and I crawl
And I creep and I crawl CREEP CREEP
I said I creep and I crawl and I creep and I crawl
And I creep and I crawl CREEP CREEP

[ VERSE 1 ]
I got my niggas from Gravestreet WATTS
I got my niggas from the CPT
I got my niggas all across the motherfuckin land
Thats down with the E-A-Z-Y E
Now , early in the mornin I awake
Thinkin about these dead fool`s life that I had to take
Frontin on a true name I peep game at point blank range
FUCK `EM
( muthafuckin right ya`ll )
Back to the set as I jet
Not givin a fuck about the nigga that I went
Thats what he gotta shout for actin like a trick
Now he`s 6 feet and I`m deep in his bitch
Creepin creepin creepin on the marks that be sleepin
Catch you slippin slap the clip in buck `em every weekend
A scandalous lil` nigga with the heart to feel remorse
Dick the niggas corps leave it on his momma`s porch
Don`t give a fuck about shit that`s why I mellow
Or maybe it`s the fact that I`m kin to the devil
A psychopathic nigga thats always quick to fill a
Nigga for a ?? cause I`m a muthafuckin killer
Thriller from Manilla though I`m shown as the average
Try to test your luck and get bucked by a muthafuckin savage

[ CHORUS ]

[ VERSE 2 ]
I got my niggas from Gravestreet WATTS
I got my niggas from the CPT
I got my niggas all across the muthafuckin land
Thats down with the E-A-Z-Y E
Now , later on that night as I`m rollin
Lookin for a nigga I can Gat and pack a hole in
Stoppin at a light on the latenight
Fire up a Phillie Blunt to get my head right
See some niggas slippin at a burger stand
And in my mind all I`m thinkin is a murder plan
Creepin through the drive through kinda slow
I got my hot beams on the back of the .4
Yo , smokin on chronic with the rag down
Not knowin I`m about to lay their ass down
Reach for them fools make my move
Leaned out my jeep and I creep kinda smooth
With the Gat to the nigga`s dome now he`s sleeps
One shot to the top body flopped on the seat
Peep , I dumped on the lil` skinny passenger
A bitch is screamin in a rage so I blasted her
Smashed and I got about 5 blocks
Before I got stopped by punk ass cops
( shit , fuck `em )
FUCK YOU
* shots rang out *
MUTHAFUCKA
hahaha

Don't drink that wine, coke would be better
it's easy to find
If that won't do smoke a joint or two
but don't drink that wine, woooaahhh that wine.

Yo Dre!!

[Ice Cube]
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
"Dopeman," please can I have another hit
The dopeman said, "Cluck, I don't give a shit
if your girl kneel down, and suck my dick"
It all happened and the guy tried to choke her
Nigga didn't care, she ain't nothin but a smoker
That's the way goes, that's the name of the game
Young brother gettin over by slangin 'caine
Gold around his neck in 14 K heaven
Bitches clockin on his dick twenty-four/seven
Plus he's makin money, keep the bassheads waitin
Rollin six-fo' wit the fresh ass Daytons
Livin in Compton, Cailfornia C-A
His uzi up yo' ass if he don't get paid
Nigga beggin for credit, he's knockin out teeth
Clockin much dollars on the 1st and 15th
Big wad of money nuttin less than a twenty
Yo you want a five-oh the dopeman's got plenty
To be a dopeman boy you must qualify
Don't get high off your own supply
From a ki' to a G it's all about money
Ten piece for a champ, bass pipe comes free
If people out there are not hip to the fact
If you see somebody gettin money for crack
he's the

Chorus: N.W.A.

Dopeman, dopeman! (Ay man, give me a hit)
Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo man, fuck that shit!)
Dopeman, dopeman! (We just can't quit!)
Dopeman, dopeman! (Well suck this bitch!)

[Dr. Dre]
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Who the fuck are you talkin to?
Do you know who the fuck I am?
Man I can't believe this shit
This bitch is tryin to gank me
Yo I oughta slap you upside yo' head
with nine inches of limp dick

[Ice Cube]
You need a nigga with money so you get a dopeman
Juice that fool for as much as you can
She like his car, and he get wit her
Got a black eye cause the dopeman hit her
Let that slide and you pay it no mind
Find that he's slappin you all the time
But that's okay, cause he's so rich
Ain't you ain't nuttin but a dopeman's bitch
Do what he say and you keep your mouth shut
Poppin that trash might get you fucked up
Well sit and cry, if the dopeman strike you
He don't give a fuck he got two just like you
There's another girl in the dopeman's life
Not quite a bitch but far from a wife
She's called strawberry and everybody know
strawberry strawberry is the neighborhood hoe
Do anything for a hit or two
Give the bitch a rock she fucked the whole damn crew
It might be your wife and it might make you sick
Come home and see her mouth on the dopeman's dick
Strawberry, just look and you'll see her
But don't fuck around she'll give you gonnorhea
If people out there are not hip to the fact
the strawberry is a girl sellin pussy for crack
to the

Chorus: N.W.A.

Dopeman, dopeman! (Ay man, give me a hit)
Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo man, fuck that shit!)
Dopeman, dopeman! (In yo' face)
Dopeman, dopeman! "Yo Dre!! Kick in the bass!!"

[Ice Cube]
If you smoke 'caine, you a stupid motherfucker
Known around the hood as the schoolyard clucker
Doin that crack with all the money you got
On your hands and knees, searchin for a piece of rock
Jonesin for a hit, and you're lookin for mo'
Done stole the Alpine out of Eazy's six-fo'
You need your ass whupped cause it's out of this earth
To get a ten-piece need a dollar fifty work
Knucklehead nigga, yeah you turned into a crook
but swear up and down boy that you ain't hooked
You beat your friend up, and you whupped his ass long
cause he hit the pipe til the rock was all gone
You robbin and stealin, buggin and illin
while the dopeman's dealin, what is healin yo' pain
Cocaine, this shit's insane
Yo E she's a berry, let's run a train
(Man, I wouldn't touch that bitch) me neither
Hoe go home and wash out your beaver
And niggaz out there messin up people's health
Yo, what the fuck you gotta say for yourself?

[Eazy-E]
Well I'm the dopeman, yeah boy, wear a courderoy
Money up to here but unemployed
You keep smokin that rock and my pockets gettin bigger
(Yo, got that five-oh double up nigga!)
Yeah high rollin, big money I'm foldin
Bitch on my tip for the dick I'm holdin
Sprung strawberry jockin me so early
Hoe you wanna hit you gotta get your knees dirty
Now that's my life, that's how it's cut
"Hey dopeman!" Bitch, shut the fuck up!
Gotta make a run, it's a big money deal
Gankers got the fake but you can get the real
from the

Chorus: N.W.A.

Dopeman, dopeman! (Yeah that's me)
Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo can I get a G?)
Dopeman, dopeman! (Clock as much as he can)
Fuck this shit who am I? THE DOPEMAN!

[Eazy-E (as Mexican guy)]
Yo Mr. Dopeman, you think you're slick
You sold crack to my sister, and now she's sick
But if she happens to die, because of your drug
I'm puttin in your coolo, a thirty-eight slug

Yo Dre!!

[Ice Cube]
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
"Dopeman," please can I have another hit
The dopeman said, "Cluck, I don't give a shit
if your girl kneel down, and suck my dick"
It all happened and the guy tried to choke her
Nigga didn't care, she ain't nothin but a smoker
That's the way goes, that's the name of the game
Young brother gettin over by slangin 'caine
Gold around his neck in 14 K heaven
Bitches clockin on his dick twenty-four/seven
Plus he's makin money, keep the bassheads waitin
Rollin six-fo' wit the fresh ass Daytons
Livin in Compton, Cailfornia C-A
His uzi up yo' ass if he don't get paid
Nigga beggin for credit, he's knockin out teeth
Clockin much dollars on the 1st and 15th
Big wad of money nuttin less than a twenty
Yo you want a five-oh the dopeman's got plenty
To be a dopeman boy you must qualify
Don't get high off your own supply
From a ki' to a G it's all about money
Ten piece for a champ, bass pipe comes free
If people out there are not hip to the fact
If you see somebody gettin money for crack
he's the

Chorus: N.W.A.

Dopeman, dopeman! (Ay man, give me a hit)
Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo man, fuck that shit!)
Dopeman, dopeman! (We just can't quit!)
Dopeman, dopeman! (Well suck this bitch!)

[Dr. Dre]
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Who the fuck are you talkin to?
Do you know who the fuck I am?
Man I can't believe this shit
This bitch is tryin to gank me
Yo I oughta slap you upside yo' head
with nine inches of limp dick

[Ice Cube]
You need a nigga with money so you get a dopeman
Juice that fool for as much as you can
She like his car, and he get wit her
Got a black eye cause the dopeman hit her
Let that slide and you pay it no mind
Find that he's slappin you all the time
But that's okay, cause he's so rich
Ain't you ain't nuttin but a dopeman's bitch
Do what he say and you keep your mouth shut
Poppin that trash might get you fucked up
Well sit and cry, if the dopeman strike you
He don't give a fuck he got two just like you
There's another girl in the dopeman's life
Not quite a bitch but far from a wife
She's called strawberry and everybody know
strawberry strawberry is the neighborhood hoe
Do anything for a hit or two
Give the bitch a rock she fucked the whole damn crew
It might be your wife and it might make you sick
Come home and see her mouth on the dopeman's dick
Strawberry, just look and you'll see her
But don't fuck around she'll give you gonnorhea
If people out there are not hip to the fact
the strawberry is a girl sellin pussy for crack
to the

Chorus: N.W.A.

Dopeman, dopeman! (Ay man, give me a hit)
Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo man, fuck that shit!)
Dopeman, dopeman! (In yo' face)
Dopeman, dopeman! "Yo Dre!! Kick in the bass!!"

[Ice Cube]
If you smoke 'caine, you a stupid motherfucker
Known around the hood as the schoolyard clucker
Doin that crack with all the money you got
On your hands and knees, searchin for a piece of rock
Jonesin for a hit, and you're lookin for mo'
Done stole the Alpine out of Eazy's six-fo'
You need your ass whupped cause it's out of this earth
To get a ten-piece need a dollar fifty work
Knucklehead nigga, yeah you turned into a crook
but swear up and down boy that you ain't hooked
You beat your friend up, and you whupped his ass long
cause he hit the pipe til the rock was all gone
You robbin and stealin, buggin and illin
while the dopeman's dealin, what is healin yo' pain
Cocaine, this shit's insane
Yo E she's a berry, let's run a train
(Man, I wouldn't touch that bitch) me neither
Hoe go home and wash out your beaver
And niggaz out there messin up people's health
Yo, what the fuck you gotta say for yourself?

[Eazy-E]
Well I'm the dopeman, yeah boy, wear a courderoy
Money up to here but unemployed
You keep smokin that rock and my pockets gettin bigger
(Yo, got that five-oh double up nigga!)
Yeah high rollin, big money I'm foldin
Bitch on my tip for the dick I'm holdin
Sprung strawberry jockin me so early
Hoe you wanna hit you gotta get your knees dirty
Now that's my life, that's how it's cut
"Hey dopeman!" Bitch, shut the fuck up!
Gotta make a run, it's a big money deal
Gankers got the fake but you can get the real
from the

Chorus: N.W.A.

Dopeman, dopeman! (Yeah that's me)
Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo can I get a G?)
Dopeman, dopeman! (Clock as much as he can)
Fuck this shit who am I? THE DOPEMAN!

[Eazy-E (as Mexican guy)]
Yo Mr. Dopeman, you think you're slick
You sold crack to my sister, and now she's sick
But if she happens to die, because of your drug
I'm puttin in your coolo, a thirty-eight slug

Yo Dre!!

[Ice Cube]
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
"Dopeman," please can I have another hit
The dopeman said, "Cluck, I don't give a shit
if your girl kneel down, and suck my dick"
It all happened and the guy tried to choke her
Nigga didn't care, she ain't nothin but a smoker
That's the way goes, that's the name of the game
Young brother gettin over by slangin 'caine
Gold around his neck in 14 K heaven
Bitches clockin on his dick twenty-four/seven
Plus he's makin money, keep the bassheads waitin
Rollin six-fo' wit the fresh ass Daytons
Livin in Compton, Cailfornia C-A
His uzi up yo' ass if he don't get paid
Nigga beggin for credit, he's knockin out teeth
Clockin much dollars on the 1st and 15th
Big wad of money nuttin less than a twenty
Yo you want a five-oh the dopeman's got plenty
To be a dopeman boy you must qualify
Don't get high off your own supply
From a ki' to a G it's all about money
Ten piece for a champ, bass pipe comes free
If people out there are not hip to the fact
If you see somebody gettin money for crack
he's the

Chorus: N.W.A.

Dopeman, dopeman! (Ay man, give me a hit)
Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo man, fuck that shit!)
Dopeman, dopeman! (We just can't quit!)
Dopeman, dopeman! (Well suck this bitch!)

[Dr. Dre]
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Who the fuck are you talkin to?
Do you know who the fuck I am?
Man I can't believe this shit
This bitch is tryin to gank me
Yo I oughta slap you upside yo' head
with nine inches of limp dick

[Ice Cube]
You need a nigga with money so you get a dopeman
Juice that fool for as much as you can
She like his car, and he get wit her
Got a black eye cause the dopeman hit her
Let that slide and you pay it no mind
Find that he's slappin you all the time
But that's okay, cause he's so rich
Ain't you ain't nuttin but a dopeman's bitch
Do what he say and you keep your mouth shut
Poppin that trash might get you fucked up
Well sit and cry, if the dopeman strike you
He don't give a fuck he got two just like you
There's another girl in the dopeman's life
Not quite a bitch but far from a wife
She's called strawberry and everybody know
strawberry strawberry is the neighborhood hoe
Do anything for a hit or two
Give the bitch a rock she fucked the whole damn crew
It might be your wife and it might make you sick
Come home and see her mouth on the dopeman's dick
Strawberry, just look and you'll see her
But don't fuck around she'll give you gonnorhea
If people out there are not hip to the fact
the strawberry is a girl sellin pussy for crack
to the

Chorus: N.W.A.

Dopeman, dopeman! (Ay man, give me a hit)
Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo man, fuck that shit!)
Dopeman, dopeman! (In yo' face)
Dopeman, dopeman! "Yo Dre!! Kick in the bass!!"

[Ice Cube]
If you smoke 'caine, you a stupid motherfucker
Known around the hood as the schoolyard clucker
Doin that crack with all the money you got
On your hands and knees, searchin for a piece of rock
Jonesin for a hit, and you're lookin for mo'
Done stole the Alpine out of Eazy's six-fo'
You need your ass whupped cause it's out of this earth
To get a ten-piece need a dollar fifty work
Knucklehead nigga, yeah you turned into a crook
but swear up and down boy that you ain't hooked
You beat your friend up, and you whupped his ass long
cause he hit the pipe til the rock was all gone
You robbin and stealin, buggin and illin
while the dopeman's dealin, what is healin yo' pain
Cocaine, this shit's insane
Yo E she's a berry, let's run a train
(Man, I wouldn't touch that bitch) me neither
Hoe go home and wash out your beaver
And niggaz out there messin up people's health
Yo, what the fuck you gotta say for yourself?

[Eazy-E]
Well I'm the dopeman, yeah boy, wear a courderoy
Money up to here but unemployed
You keep smokin that rock and my pockets gettin bigger
(Yo, got that five-oh double up nigga!)
Yeah high rollin, big money I'm foldin
Bitch on my tip for the dick I'm holdin
Sprung strawberry jockin me so early
Hoe you wanna hit you gotta get your knees dirty
Now that's my life, that's how it's cut
"Hey dopeman!" Bitch, shut the fuck up!
Gotta make a run, it's a big money deal
Gankers got the fake but you can get the real
from the

Chorus: N.W.A.

Dopeman, dopeman! (Yeah that's me)
Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo can I get a G?)
Dopeman, dopeman! (Clock as much as he can)
Fuck this shit who am I? THE DOPEMAN!

[Eazy-E (as Mexican guy)]
Yo Mr. Dopeman, you think you're slick
You sold crack to my sister, and now she's sick
But if she happens to die, because of your drug
I'm puttin in your coolo, a thirty-eight slug

Yo Dre!!

[Ice Cube]
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
"Dopeman," please can I have another hit
The dopeman said, "Cluck, I don't give a shit
if your girl kneel down, and suck my dick"
It all happened and the guy tried to choke her
Nigga didn't care, she ain't nothin but a smoker
That's the way goes, that's the name of the game
Young brother gettin over by slangin 'caine
Gold around his neck in 14 K heaven
Bitches clockin on his dick twenty-four/seven
Plus he's makin money, keep the bassheads waitin
Rollin six-fo' wit the fresh ass Daytons
Livin in Compton, Cailfornia C-A
His uzi up yo' ass if he don't get paid
Nigga beggin for credit, he's knockin out teeth
Clockin much dollars on the 1st and 15th
Big wad of money nuttin less than a twenty
Yo you want a five-oh the dopeman's got plenty
To be a dopeman boy you must qualify
Don't get high off your own supply
From a ki' to a G it's all about money
Ten piece for a champ, bass pipe comes free
If people out there are not hip to the fact
If you see somebody gettin money for crack
he's the

Chorus: N.W.A.

Dopeman, dopeman! (Ay man, give me a hit)
Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo man, fuck that shit!)
Dopeman, dopeman! (We just can't quit!)
Dopeman, dopeman! (Well suck this bitch!)

[Dr. Dre]
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Who the fuck are you talkin to?
Do you know who the fuck I am?
Man I can't believe this shit
This bitch is tryin to gank me
Yo I oughta slap you upside yo' head
with nine inches of limp dick

[Ice Cube]
You need a nigga with money so you get a dopeman
Juice that fool for as much as you can
She like his car, and he get wit her
Got a black eye cause the dopeman hit her
Let that slide and you pay it no mind
Find that he's slappin you all the time
But that's okay, cause he's so rich
Ain't you ain't nuttin but a dopeman's bitch
Do what he say and you keep your mouth shut
Poppin that trash might get you fucked up
Well sit and cry, if the dopeman strike you
He don't give a fuck he got two just like you
There's another girl in the dopeman's life
Not quite a bitch but far from a wife
She's called strawberry and everybody know
strawberry strawberry is the neighborhood hoe
Do anything for a hit or two
Give the bitch a rock she fucked the whole damn crew
It might be your wife and it might make you sick
Come home and see her mouth on the dopeman's dick
Strawberry, just look and you'll see her
But don't fuck around she'll give you gonnorhea
If people out there are not hip to the fact
the strawberry is a girl sellin pussy for crack
to the

Chorus: N.W.A.

Dopeman, dopeman! (Ay man, give me a hit)
Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo man, fuck that shit!)
Dopeman, dopeman! (In yo' face)
Dopeman, dopeman! "Yo Dre!! Kick in the bass!!"

[Ice Cube]
If you smoke 'caine, you a stupid motherfucker
Known around the hood as the schoolyard clucker
Doin that crack with all the money you got
On your hands and knees, searchin for a piece of rock
Jonesin for a hit, and you're lookin for mo'
Done stole the Alpine out of Eazy's six-fo'
You need your ass whupped cause it's out of this earth
To get a ten-piece need a dollar fifty work
Knucklehead nigga, yeah you turned into a crook
but swear up and down boy that you ain't hooked
You beat your friend up, and you whupped his ass long
cause he hit the pipe til the rock was all gone
You robbin and stealin, buggin and illin
while the dopeman's dealin, what is healin yo' pain
Cocaine, this shit's insane
Yo E she's a berry, let's run a train
(Man, I wouldn't touch that bitch) me neither
Hoe go home and wash out your beaver
And niggaz out there messin up people's health
Yo, what the fuck you gotta say for yourself?

[Eazy-E]
Well I'm the dopeman, yeah boy, wear a courderoy
Money up to here but unemployed
You keep smokin that rock and my pockets gettin bigger
(Yo, got that five-oh double up nigga!)
Yeah high rollin, big money I'm foldin
Bitch on my tip for the dick I'm holdin
Sprung strawberry jockin me so early
Hoe you wanna hit you gotta get your knees dirty
Now that's my life, that's how it's cut
"Hey dopeman!" Bitch, shut the fuck up!
Gotta make a run, it's a big money deal
Gankers got the fake but you can get the real
from the

Chorus: N.W.A.

Dopeman, dopeman! (Yeah that's me)
Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo can I get a G?)
Dopeman, dopeman! (Clock as much as he can)
Fuck this shit who am I? THE DOPEMAN!

[Eazy-E (as Mexican guy)]
Yo Mr. Dopeman, you think you're slick
You sold crack to my sister, and now she's sick
But if she happens to die, because of your drug
I'm puttin in your coolo, a thirty-eight slug

(Dr.Dre: "I still express yo I don't smoke weed or sess"
BITCH!!!

Ah, greetings eartlings, and welcome to the motherfuckin'
wonderful, wonderful, motherfuckin world
of gettin higher than a motherfucker
Ohh me? I'm funk on your mind
alias to you motherfucker's roach clip
And this here's my Kimosabe dumpin shit on yo ass
and my nigga goes by the name of BG Ashtray
and we 365, that means we fucked up all the way around
And our motto is..

(Gettin higher than a motherfucker, down to tha last roach)

Creepn through this cloud of smoke
with a little bit of funk to make ya choke in
Gangstas come feel good inside
as we take you for a ride to another dimension
Deep from a 4-0 O-Z
Two crooked ass niggaz on a cosmic journey
Straight from the planet G
where the real niggaz dwell in the realms of Ruthless
Took a puff of the indo spliff
High like a bird as I creep to the bud spot
Break me off a proper piece so I can get fucked
with my nigga roachclip, BG Ashtray, dump that ash tray
Ruthless family, high as can be
Smoke that&nbsp;?? psychadelically insane
and gettin higher than a motherfucker

(Gettin higher than a motherfucker, down to tha last roach)

As I step through the smoke
Deep from a land broke niggaz dont come to
Straight to Indonesia
Chronic fever step off punk we dont need ya
Blaze a blunt to the boogie
and come take a ride on a journey with a real G
life is easily explained on the level
of smokin bud with the motherfuckin Devil in my imagination
Sup with these thoughts what a fly creation
Indo smoke from the land of G'z
Letting them know they can't handle these
Niggaz, straight from the planet Dime
I have come to put funk on your mind
Eazy-E better known as Mr. Roach Clip
so pass the bud cuz we still gettin higher than a motherfucker

(Gettin higher than a motherfucker, down to tha last roach)

Now I'm real fucked up yes high as hell
Ring ding ding do I hear some bells
or am I just trippin
thinkin about that 4 that I'm dippin
Front, back, side to side
on corners that's how a nigga gotta ride
Dip to the, dip to the back
Bumpin' Eazy-E on 8 track
So blaze up a another skunky, funky, dookie, doobie,
so we can get loogied
Up some more, up, up it go
What's my name "Eazy-E" yo
The motherfuckin bud smokin' loc'n
when I'm high as a kite causing ruckus yeah!
gettin higher than a motherfucker

(Gettin higher than a motherfucker, down to tha last roach)

(Below is asked to E while music is still playing)

Q: Substance
E. Mar-a-Mutha-Fuckn-Wana
Q. Common slang names
E. Pot, grass, dope, weed, homegrown, sinsemilla,
Maui-wowie, thai sticks, joints, roaches, indica,
concentrated rezi called hash or hashish;
but some niggaz call it bud
Q. Active Ingrediant
E. Tetra Hydro Cannabinol.. THC
Q. Source
E. Cannabis Sativa
Q. Form a callogic classification
E. CNS Depressive Hallucigent
Q. Medical Use
E. Experimental only,oh yeah we still testing...
and don't forget we still gettin higher than a motherfucker

(Gettin higher than a motherfucker, down to tha last roach)

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

(Alright Go)
This comes from the E Chapter 8 verse 10 and it reads
Its time to put some niggaz in check
When you shoot a gun,hot shells eject
Catch'em they get used as evidence
Only when they get brushed for finger prints
You ask Why am I like this?
'cause you wanna hear about shit like this
So I tell it,how I know it,Just hope the fuck I dont show it
Niggaz out frontn ,lottering and looting.
Lets recreate a drive by shooting
More brothers in a car blocks away
Waiting to spray, shotgun,Mack10 and an AK
They roll thru to a line of nigga's
It was 9 just like tha fuck they figured


Go around tha corner come back real slow
Lights off,cars in neutral,rolln at a snails pace and creepn
Hoping to catch all of them sleepn,a so called gang,drugs and sex (NWA)
Start busting a cap and all tha others jet,3 of'em fall to their doom
Pronounced dead at the scence,with gun shot wounds
3 dead 'cause Compton is scanless.
I'd like to tell ya brother, Ashes to Ashes,Dust to Dust (Amen)
daaaaaaaaa,daaaaaaa,daaaaaaa
(You will now witness tha sound of ??)(We will now pass around tha hat)
(thats good enough)No it aint,you fucked up, you fucked up (its cool) no
it aint

(Alright Go)
This comes from the E Chapter 8 verse 10 and it reads
Its time to put some niggaz in check
When you shoot a gun,hot shells eject
Catch'em they get used as evidence
Only when they get brushed for finger prints
You ask Why am I like this?
'cause you wanna hear about shit like this
So I tell it,how I know it,Just hope the fuck I dont show it
Niggaz out frontn ,lottering and looting.
Lets recreate a drive by shooting
More brothers in a car blocks away
Waiting to spray, shotgun,Mack10 and an AK
They roll thru to a line of nigga's
It was 9 just like tha fuck they figured


Go around tha corner come back real slow
Lights off,cars in neutral,rolln at a snails pace and creepn
Hoping to catch all of them sleepn,a so called gang,drugs and sex (NWA)
Start busting a cap and all tha others jet,3 of'em fall to their doom
Pronounced dead at the scence,with gun shot wounds
3 dead 'cause Compton is scanless.
I'd like to tell ya brother, Ashes to Ashes,Dust to Dust (Amen)
daaaaaaaaa,daaaaaaa,daaaaaaa
(You will now witness tha sound of ??)(We will now pass around tha hat)
(thats good enough)No it aint,you fucked up, you fucked up (its cool) no
it aint

(Alright Go)
This comes from the E Chapter 8 verse 10 and it reads
Its time to put some niggaz in check
When you shoot a gun,hot shells eject
Catch'em they get used as evidence
Only when they get brushed for finger prints
You ask Why am I like this?
'cause you wanna hear about shit like this
So I tell it,how I know it,Just hope the fuck I dont show it
Niggaz out frontn ,lottering and looting.
Lets recreate a drive by shooting
More brothers in a car blocks away
Waiting to spray, shotgun,Mack10 and an AK
They roll thru to a line of nigga's
It was 9 just like tha fuck they figured


Go around tha corner come back real slow
Lights off,cars in neutral,rolln at a snails pace and creepn
Hoping to catch all of them sleepn,a so called gang,drugs and sex (NWA)
Start busting a cap and all tha others jet,3 of'em fall to their doom
Pronounced dead at the scence,with gun shot wounds
3 dead 'cause Compton is scanless.
I'd like to tell ya brother, Ashes to Ashes,Dust to Dust (Amen)
daaaaaaaaa,daaaaaaa,daaaaaaa
(You will now witness tha sound of ??)(We will now pass around tha hat)
(thats good enough)No it aint,you fucked up, you fucked up (its cool) no
it aint

Well I'm Eazy-E, I got bitches galore
You may have a lot of bitches but I got much more
Wit my super duper group coming out to shoot
Eazy-E, muthafukas cold knocking the boots
'Cause I'm a hip-hop thugster, I used to be a mugster
If you heard Compton, you think I own a drugstore
Getting stupid because I know how
And if a sucker talks shit, I give him a (POW)
8 ball sipping, the bitches are flipping
Slow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping
Hitting my switches, collect from my bitches
The money that I make so I can add to my riches
Fill my stash box and start rubbing my gat
Feeling good as hell because my pockets are fat
A hardcore villian cold roaming the streets
And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats

(Chorus)
Because I'm a gansta having fun
Never leave the pad without packing a gun
Hitting hard as fuk, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it

I was knocking muthafukas out
What's your name boy
Funky, fresh Eazy-E
Kick, kick that shit
Where you from fool, Compton, yea

Rolling through the hood, cold tearing shit up
Stick my head out the window and I say what's up
To the niggaz on the corner cold bumping the box
But you know that's an alibi for slanging the rocks
A dice game started so I said what the fuk
So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck
Hard to roll wit my bitch jocking 24-7
Rolled them muthafukas, ate 'em up, hit 11
Got another point, I made a ten a fo'
Was taking niggaz money and was itching for mo'
Laughing in their faces and said you're all making me rich
Then one punk got jealous, cold slap my bitch
He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last
So I said to myself, homeboy, you better think fast
He shot (gunshots), I shot (gunshots)
As you can see, I cold broke his ass (ha ha)

Chorus

(Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it)
Muthafuking Eazy duz it
But how does he do it
Eazy duz it do it eazy
That's what I'm doing
STOP
Man whatcha gonna do now

Now I'm a break it down just to tell a little story
Straight out the box from the gangsta category
About a sucker, a sucker muthafuka
He's addicted, he's a smoker but in Compton called a clucker
he used to have a house car and golden rings
But the cooky cooky crack took all those things
he must of been starving 'cause he broke in my house
Caught the nigga on the street and straight took his ass out
Now I wanted for a murder that I had to commit
Yea I went to jail but that wasn't shit
Got to the station about a quarter of nine
Call my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine
The bitch was a trip cold hung up the phone
Now my only phone call was in the ganking zone
All the things I did for her like keeping her rich
I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch
Well by now you should know it was just my luck
The baliff of the station was a neighborhood cluck
I looked him straight in the eye and said what's up
And said let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up
Now back on the streets and my records are clean
I creeped on my bitch wit my uzi machine
Went to the house and kicked down the do'
Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the ho

Chorus

From around the way, born in '73
Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E
It's '88 now, '73's obselete
A nigga wit a serious ass attitude and 100% street
And if you all wanna hear some more
In one way or the other, I'm a bad brother
Word to the muthafuka

Well I'm Eazy-E, I got bitches galore
You may have a lot of bitches but I got much more
Wit my super duper group coming out to shoot
Eazy-E, muthafukas cold knocking the boots
'Cause I'm a hip-hop thugster, I used to be a mugster
If you heard Compton, you think I own a drugstore
Getting stupid because I know how
And if a sucker talks shit, I give him a (POW)
8 ball sipping, the bitches are flipping
Slow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping
Hitting my switches, collect from my bitches
The money that I make so I can add to my riches
Fill my stash box and start rubbing my gat
Feeling good as hell because my pockets are fat
A hardcore villian cold roaming the streets
And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats

(Chorus)
Because I'm a gansta having fun
Never leave the pad without packing a gun
Hitting hard as fuk, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it

I was knocking muthafukas out
What's your name boy
Funky, fresh Eazy-E
Kick, kick that shit
Where you from fool, Compton, yea

Rolling through the hood, cold tearing shit up
Stick my head out the window and I say what's up
To the niggaz on the corner cold bumping the box
But you know that's an alibi for slanging the rocks
A dice game started so I said what the fuk
So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck
Hard to roll wit my bitch jocking 24-7
Rolled them muthafukas, ate 'em up, hit 11
Got another point, I made a ten a fo'
Was taking niggaz money and was itching for mo'
Laughing in their faces and said you're all making me rich
Then one punk got jealous, cold slap my bitch
He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last
So I said to myself, homeboy, you better think fast
He shot (gunshots), I shot (gunshots)
As you can see, I cold broke his ass (ha ha)

Chorus

(Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it)
Muthafuking Eazy duz it
But how does he do it
Eazy duz it do it eazy
That's what I'm doing
STOP
Man whatcha gonna do now

Now I'm a break it down just to tell a little story
Straight out the box from the gangsta category
About a sucker, a sucker muthafuka
He's addicted, he's a smoker but in Compton called a clucker
he used to have a house car and golden rings
But the cooky cooky crack took all those things
he must of been starving 'cause he broke in my house
Caught the nigga on the street and straight took his ass out
Now I wanted for a murder that I had to commit
Yea I went to jail but that wasn't shit
Got to the station about a quarter of nine
Call my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine
The bitch was a trip cold hung up the phone
Now my only phone call was in the ganking zone
All the things I did for her like keeping her rich
I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch
Well by now you should know it was just my luck
The baliff of the station was a neighborhood cluck
I looked him straight in the eye and said what's up
And said let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up
Now back on the streets and my records are clean
I creeped on my bitch wit my uzi machine
Went to the house and kicked down the do'
Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the ho

Chorus

From around the way, born in '73
Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E
It's '88 now, '73's obselete
A nigga wit a serious ass attitude and 100% street
And if you all wanna hear some more
In one way or the other, I'm a bad brother
Word to the muthafuka

Well I'm Eazy-E, I got bitches galore
You may have a lot of bitches but I got much more
Wit my super duper group coming out to shoot
Eazy-E, muthafukas cold knocking the boots
'Cause I'm a hip-hop thugster, I used to be a mugster
If you heard Compton, you think I own a drugstore
Getting stupid because I know how
And if a sucker talks shit, I give him a (POW)
8 ball sipping, the bitches are flipping
Slow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping
Hitting my switches, collect from my bitches
The money that I make so I can add to my riches
Fill my stash box and start rubbing my gat
Feeling good as hell because my pockets are fat
A hardcore villian cold roaming the streets
And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats

(Chorus)
Because I'm a gansta having fun
Never leave the pad without packing a gun
Hitting hard as fuk, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it

I was knocking muthafukas out
What's your name boy
Funky, fresh Eazy-E
Kick, kick that shit
Where you from fool, Compton, yea

Rolling through the hood, cold tearing shit up
Stick my head out the window and I say what's up
To the niggaz on the corner cold bumping the box
But you know that's an alibi for slanging the rocks
A dice game started so I said what the fuk
So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck
Hard to roll wit my bitch jocking 24-7
Rolled them muthafukas, ate 'em up, hit 11
Got another point, I made a ten a fo'
Was taking niggaz money and was itching for mo'
Laughing in their faces and said you're all making me rich
Then one punk got jealous, cold slap my bitch
He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last
So I said to myself, homeboy, you better think fast
He shot (gunshots), I shot (gunshots)
As you can see, I cold broke his ass (ha ha)

Chorus

(Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it)
Muthafuking Eazy duz it
But how does he do it
Eazy duz it do it eazy
That's what I'm doing
STOP
Man whatcha gonna do now

Now I'm a break it down just to tell a little story
Straight out the box from the gangsta category
About a sucker, a sucker muthafuka
He's addicted, he's a smoker but in Compton called a clucker
he used to have a house car and golden rings
But the cooky cooky crack took all those things
he must of been starving 'cause he broke in my house
Caught the nigga on the street and straight took his ass out
Now I wanted for a murder that I had to commit
Yea I went to jail but that wasn't shit
Got to the station about a quarter of nine
Call my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine
The bitch was a trip cold hung up the phone
Now my only phone call was in the ganking zone
All the things I did for her like keeping her rich
I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch
Well by now you should know it was just my luck
The baliff of the station was a neighborhood cluck
I looked him straight in the eye and said what's up
And said let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up
Now back on the streets and my records are clean
I creeped on my bitch wit my uzi machine
Went to the house and kicked down the do'
Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the ho

Chorus

From around the way, born in '73
Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E
It's '88 now, '73's obselete
A nigga wit a serious ass attitude and 100% street
And if you all wanna hear some more
In one way or the other, I'm a bad brother
Word to the muthafuka

Yo man I don't think they heard you
Why don't you tell 'em what ya name is

My name is eazy yeah this is true
Keepin' your attention is what I'm gonna do
Hardcore yo I could never be soft
Askin' me my defin' they say the boy goes off
Fillin' up my memo with the touch of my rhyme
Suckaz stayin' with me cause they know the time
Quiet on the set because I'm about to begin
And if you didn't hear me boy I'll tell you again
My name is eazy or just call me e
But it doesn't really matter to me
'Cause I'm the same person
Whether serious or rehearsin'
I just gotta keep cursin'
This is for the radio so I better chill
They won't play it if I could get ill
But I'm like that and that's an actually fact
Because the street is where my heart is at
Yo I don't do dope but I'm dope not a dope
But I'm doper than anybody who trys to cope
If the rhyme I'm dispayin'
And the beat that's playin'
Yo you could try all day
And you still won't match up with the ruthless p.o.w.
'Cause eazy's doin it compton style
That's the city and you say you could get some
Yo it's eazy-er said than dunn.

[Chorus:]
Wooooooo!
Wooooooo!

Now it's easy for me to get my point across
So listen up close if ya don't ya might get lost
I'm not a role model or a Dr. Seuss yo I'm a gangsta
And I'm about to get stupid
I guess its time for the trama
With the E-a-z-why-e comma now that's drama
So pay attention by the way I must mention
I'm comin' off hard in the third demention
With the glare
But you don't need no glasses to stare
It'll probably take you in and it's just like your there
With the e on the gangsta tip
So if you think I'm a flip or slip don't even trip
'Cause I'm a destroyer
My homie Dre is a doctor not a lawyer
Dope MC employer on ruthless and that's my label
To get the money, the women, and co bust the fat cable's
Boy, master rhymers of toys
I mean straight while ya suckin' with the girls enjoy
You must be sick or ya lonely
How ya gonna diss me if ya don't even know me

Get the gat show 'em where it's at
And that's just the sound
And next time I'm peelin ya cap
To let ya know where I'm comin' from
Eazy said it and it shall be dunn

[Chorus:]

Radio jams are the part of the cycle
Eazy-er said than dunn yeah that's the title
Rubbin' the lady's only the fly ones ya know
(M.C. ren: but would if she's lucky)
Eazy come eazy go
Don't ask to battle me home boy what's that
You want to battle me boy ya better be strapped
'Cause where I'm from it ain't all about that playin'
[*gun shots*]
Now that's what I'm sayin'
Sevy thought that I was born in '73
Now everybody want's to know the a-g-e
Girls on the tip fellaz too it seemed
Had everybody thinkin' I was only fifteen
The fellaz would annoy me
The ladyz would adore me
And what was I to do
I wishin' nothin' lady's do
'Cause the ladyz I luv 'em
Nice and then soft
I hate male groupies so just step the hell off
I'm the real eazy cause others be fakin'
Tryin' to game fame off the name I'm makin'
Sayin' on your records you could get some
Yo home boy its eazy-er said than dunn.

[Chorus:]

Yo man I don't think they heard you
Why don't you tell 'em what ya name is

My name is eazy yeah this is true
Keepin' your attention is what I'm gonna do
Hardcore yo I could never be soft
Askin' me my defin' they say the boy goes off
Fillin' up my memo with the touch of my rhyme
Suckaz stayin' with me cause they know the time
Quiet on the set because I'm about to begin
And if you didn't hear me boy I'll tell you again
My name is eazy or just call me e
But it doesn't really matter to me
'Cause I'm the same person
Whether serious or rehearsin'
I just gotta keep cursin'
This is for the radio so I better chill
They won't play it if I could get ill
But I'm like that and that's an actually fact
Because the street is where my heart is at
Yo I don't do dope but I'm dope not a dope
But I'm doper than anybody who trys to cope
If the rhyme I'm dispayin'
And the beat that's playin'
Yo you could try all day
And you still won't match up with the ruthless p.o.w.
'Cause eazy's doin it compton style
That's the city and you say you could get some
Yo it's eazy-er said than dunn.

[Chorus:]
Wooooooo!
Wooooooo!

Now it's easy for me to get my point across
So listen up close if ya don't ya might get lost
I'm not a role model or a Dr. Seuss yo I'm a gangsta
And I'm about to get stupid
I guess its time for the trama
With the E-a-z-why-e comma now that's drama
So pay attention by the way I must mention
I'm comin' off hard in the third demention
With the glare
But you don't need no glasses to stare
It'll probably take you in and it's just like your there
With the e on the gangsta tip
So if you think I'm a flip or slip don't even trip
'Cause I'm a destroyer
My homie Dre is a doctor not a lawyer
Dope MC employer on ruthless and that's my label
To get the money, the women, and co bust the fat cable's
Boy, master rhymers of toys
I mean straight while ya suckin' with the girls enjoy
You must be sick or ya lonely
How ya gonna diss me if ya don't even know me

Get the gat show 'em where it's at
And that's just the sound
And next time I'm peelin ya cap
To let ya know where I'm comin' from
Eazy said it and it shall be dunn

[Chorus:]

Radio jams are the part of the cycle
Eazy-er said than dunn yeah that's the title
Rubbin' the lady's only the fly ones ya know
(M.C. ren: but would if she's lucky)
Eazy come eazy go
Don't ask to battle me home boy what's that
You want to battle me boy ya better be strapped
'Cause where I'm from it ain't all about that playin'
[*gun shots*]
Now that's what I'm sayin'
Sevy thought that I was born in '73
Now everybody want's to know the a-g-e
Girls on the tip fellaz too it seemed
Had everybody thinkin' I was only fifteen
The fellaz would annoy me
The ladyz would adore me
And what was I to do
I wishin' nothin' lady's do
'Cause the ladyz I luv 'em
Nice and then soft
I hate male groupies so just step the hell off
I'm the real eazy cause others be fakin'
Tryin' to game fame off the name I'm makin'
Sayin' on your records you could get some
Yo home boy its eazy-er said than dunn.

[Chorus:]

Yo man I don't think they heard you
Why don't you tell 'em what ya name is

My name is eazy yeah this is true
Keepin' your attention is what I'm gonna do
Hardcore yo I could never be soft
Askin' me my defin' they say the boy goes off
Fillin' up my memo with the touch of my rhyme
Suckaz stayin' with me cause they know the time
Quiet on the set because I'm about to begin
And if you didn't hear me boy I'll tell you again
My name is eazy or just call me e
But it doesn't really matter to me
'Cause I'm the same person
Whether serious or rehearsin'
I just gotta keep cursin'
This is for the radio so I better chill
They won't play it if I could get ill
But I'm like that and that's an actually fact
Because the street is where my heart is at
Yo I don't do dope but I'm dope not a dope
But I'm doper than anybody who trys to cope
If the rhyme I'm dispayin'
And the beat that's playin'
Yo you could try all day
And you still won't match up with the ruthless p.o.w.
'Cause eazy's doin it compton style
That's the city and you say you could get some
Yo it's eazy-er said than dunn.

[Chorus:]
Wooooooo!
Wooooooo!

Now it's easy for me to get my point across
So listen up close if ya don't ya might get lost
I'm not a role model or a Dr. Seuss yo I'm a gangsta
And I'm about to get stupid
I guess its time for the trama
With the E-a-z-why-e comma now that's drama
So pay attention by the way I must mention
I'm comin' off hard in the third demention
With the glare
But you don't need no glasses to stare
It'll probably take you in and it's just like your there
With the e on the gangsta tip
So if you think I'm a flip or slip don't even trip
'Cause I'm a destroyer
My homie Dre is a doctor not a lawyer
Dope MC employer on ruthless and that's my label
To get the money, the women, and co bust the fat cable's
Boy, master rhymers of toys
I mean straight while ya suckin' with the girls enjoy
You must be sick or ya lonely
How ya gonna diss me if ya don't even know me

Get the gat show 'em where it's at
And that's just the sound
And next time I'm peelin ya cap
To let ya know where I'm comin' from
Eazy said it and it shall be dunn

[Chorus:]

Radio jams are the part of the cycle
Eazy-er said than dunn yeah that's the title
Rubbin' the lady's only the fly ones ya know
(M.C. ren: but would if she's lucky)
Eazy come eazy go
Don't ask to battle me home boy what's that
You want to battle me boy ya better be strapped
'Cause where I'm from it ain't all about that playin'
[*gun shots*]
Now that's what I'm sayin'
Sevy thought that I was born in '73
Now everybody want's to know the a-g-e
Girls on the tip fellaz too it seemed
Had everybody thinkin' I was only fifteen
The fellaz would annoy me
The ladyz would adore me
And what was I to do
I wishin' nothin' lady's do
'Cause the ladyz I luv 'em
Nice and then soft
I hate male groupies so just step the hell off
I'm the real eazy cause others be fakin'
Tryin' to game fame off the name I'm makin'
Sayin' on your records you could get some
Yo home boy its eazy-er said than dunn.

[Chorus:]

Yo man I don't think they heard you
Why don't you tell 'em what ya name is

My name is eazy yeah this is true
Keepin' your attention is what I'm gonna do
Hardcore yo I could never be soft
Askin' me my defin' they say the boy goes off
Fillin' up my memo with the touch of my rhyme
Suckaz stayin' with me cause they know the time
Quiet on the set because I'm about to begin
And if you didn't hear me boy I'll tell you again
My name is eazy or just call me e
But it doesn't really matter to me
'Cause I'm the same person
Whether serious or rehearsin'
I just gotta keep cursin'
This is for the radio so I better chill
They won't play it if I could get ill
But I'm like that and that's an actually fact
Because the street is where my heart is at
Yo I don't do dope but I'm dope not a dope
But I'm doper than anybody who trys to cope
If the rhyme I'm dispayin'
And the beat that's playin'
Yo you could try all day
And you still won't match up with the ruthless p.o.w.
'Cause eazy's doin it compton style
That's the city and you say you could get some
Yo it's eazy-er said than dunn.

[Chorus:]
Wooooooo!
Wooooooo!

Now it's easy for me to get my point across
So listen up close if ya don't ya might get lost
I'm not a role model or a Dr. Seuss yo I'm a gangsta
And I'm about to get stupid
I guess its time for the trama
With the E-a-z-why-e comma now that's drama
So pay attention by the way I must mention
I'm comin' off hard in the third demention
With the glare
But you don't need no glasses to stare
It'll probably take you in and it's just like your there
With the e on the gangsta tip
So if you think I'm a flip or slip don't even trip
'Cause I'm a destroyer
My homie Dre is a doctor not a lawyer
Dope MC employer on ruthless and that's my label
To get the money, the women, and co bust the fat cable's
Boy, master rhymers of toys
I mean straight while ya suckin' with the girls enjoy
You must be sick or ya lonely
How ya gonna diss me if ya don't even know me

Get the gat show 'em where it's at
And that's just the sound
And next time I'm peelin ya cap
To let ya know where I'm comin' from
Eazy said it and it shall be dunn

[Chorus:]

Radio jams are the part of the cycle
Eazy-er said than dunn yeah that's the title
Rubbin' the lady's only the fly ones ya know
(M.C. ren: but would if she's lucky)
Eazy come eazy go
Don't ask to battle me home boy what's that
You want to battle me boy ya better be strapped
'Cause where I'm from it ain't all about that playin'
[*gun shots*]
Now that's what I'm sayin'
Sevy thought that I was born in '73
Now everybody want's to know the a-g-e
Girls on the tip fellaz too it seemed
Had everybody thinkin' I was only fifteen
The fellaz would annoy me
The ladyz would adore me
And what was I to do
I wishin' nothin' lady's do
'Cause the ladyz I luv 'em
Nice and then soft
I hate male groupies so just step the hell off
I'm the real eazy cause others be fakin'
Tryin' to game fame off the name I'm makin'
Sayin' on your records you could get some
Yo home boy its eazy-er said than dunn.

[Chorus:]

[Yella]
Yo this is Yella
as we wine down to the final song
I wanted to make this one to remember my lil nigga E
I know he wanted this track on his record
though he was takin' from us to god damn soon
so I finished for him peace nigga...
[Eazy-E]
We did a song fuck da police you know
and everybody been hearing fuck sayin'
fuck da police for years and years and years
and finally it took a muthaphukka to video tape
a nigga gettin' the shit beat out of him
for everybody else to say fuck da police
and we did fuck da police people put us down
and sayed we were ahead of our time you know it
took the video you know ya shot by accident
to tell the truth and open the worlds eyes
yes we do have a serious problem in L.A.
and other citys true retaliate happens all the time
people tryin' to change things for years but I don't
think anything is gonna help the problem is to deep
N.W.A. is just being brutally honest.
City of Compton (x2)
City of,City of Compton baby baby
[Eazy-E]
They swearin' on cable T.V. it ain't teachin'
nobody nothin' new cause little kids grow up
you know one, two years old hearin' there mother
sayin' fuck this, you little son of bitch I beat
the shit out of you and all this shit and you know
they pick up from all the shit and you know so they
learn shit you know it's not gonna be teachin'
muthaphukkaz nothin' new cause I got some new words
for your ass.
[Eazy-E]
We don't tell you to go out and gang bang
we tell you ya know and our songs is as you
know if you could go out stealin' and killin'
and beatin' up people all day but that person
ends up dead or in jail sometimes he gets away
you know and we don't have no rags no red no blue
rags and tellin' we gonna go out and creep or go
out and do that other thing or whateva it is
you know we aint tell you to be joinin' no gang
or whateva else.
Rollin Down (x3)
[Yella]
Eazy-Muthaphukkin-E
The Hip-Hop Thugsta
from the C-P-T
Compton Style
Real Niggaz
Nigga For Life
We don't Die..(x3)
I'd like to send all my love out to his kids
and my God Son Derik, Little D
to all his family
to his wife and everybody who loved him
and the people that didn't love 'em
yo E tell these niggaz whats up
"I say Fuck 'Em"
hehehehaha
I tried thats right fuck these Muthaphukkaz
to all the real niggaz out there
we still in this muthaphukka
beware...96 Style....96 Style
Yeah Big Man we out.
[Eazy-E]
As I was sayin' before
see you around buddy boy
I'm feelin' to fuck all
goodbye
hahahahahaahahahmmmmhehehemhmhhmhheeheheheheeh
oooooooooooooh Shit!

[Yella]
Yo this is Yella
as we wine down to the final song
I wanted to make this one to remember my lil nigga E
I know he wanted this track on his record
though he was takin' from us to god damn soon
so I finished for him peace nigga...

[Eazy-E]
We did a song fuck da police you know
and everybody been hearing fuck sayin'
fuck da police for years and years and years
and finally it took a muthaphukka to video tape
a nigga gettin' the shit beat out of him
for everybody else to say fuck da police
and we did fuck da police people put us down
and sayed we were ahead of our time you know it
took the video you know ya shot by accident
to tell the truth and open the worlds eyes
yes we do have a serious problem in L.A.
and other citys true retaliate happens all the time
people tryin' to change things for years but I don't
think anything is gonna help the problem is to deep
N.W.A. is just being brutally honest.

City of Compton (x2)
City of,City of Compton baby baby

[Eazy-E]
They swearin' on cable T.V. it ain't teachin'
nobody nothin' new cause little kids grow up
you know one, two years old hearin' there mother
sayin' fuck this, you little son of bitch I beat
the shit out of you and all this shit and you know
they pick up from all the shit and you know so they
learn shit you know it's not gonna be teachin'
muthaphukkaz nothin' new cause I got some new words
for your ass.

[Eazy-E]
We don't tell you to go out and gang bang
we tell you ya know and our songs is as you
know if you could go out stealin' and killin'
and beatin' up people all day but that person
ends up dead or in jail sometimes he gets away
you know and we don't have no rags no red no blue
rags and tellin' we gonna go out and creep or go
out and do that other thing or whateva it is
you know we aint tell you to be joinin' no gang
or whateva else.

Rollin Down (x3)

[Yella]
Eazy-Muthaphukkin-E
The Hip-Hop Thugsta
from the C-P-T
Compton Style
Real Niggaz
Nigga For Life
We don't Die..(x3)
I'd like to send all my love out to his kids
and my God Son Derik, Little D
to all his family
to his wife and everybody who loved him
and the people that didn't love 'em
yo E tell these niggaz whats up
'I say Fuck 'Em'
hehehehaha
I tried thats right fuck these Muthaphukkaz
to all the real niggaz out there
we still in this muthaphukka
beware...96 Style....96 Style
Yeah Big Man we out.

[Eazy-E]
As I was sayin' before
see you around buddy boy
I'm feelin' to fuck all
goodbye
hahahahahaahahahmmmmhehehemhmhhmhheeheheheheeh
oooooooooooooh Shit!

[Dr. Dre]
Yo man there's a lot of brothers out there
flakin and perpetratin but scared to kick reality

[Ice Cube]
Man, you been doin all this dope producin
You ain't had a chance to show 'em what time it is

[Dr. Dre]
So what you want me to do?

{Express yourself!}

[Dr. Dre]
I'm expressin with my full capabilities
And now I'm livin in correctional facilities
Cause some don't agree with how I do this
I get straight and meditate like a Buddhist
I'm droppin flava, my behaviour is hereditary
But my technique is very necessary
Blame it on Ice Cube; because he said it gets funky
when you got a subject and a predicate
Add it on a dope beat; and it'll make you think
Some suckers just tickle me pink - to my stomach
Cause they don't flow like this one
You know what? I won't hesitate to diss one
or two before I'm through, so don't try to sing this
Some drop science; while I'm droppin english
Even if Yella, makes it a-capella
I still express, yo, I don't smoke weed or sess
Cause it's known to give a brother brain damage
And brain damage on the mic don't manage - NUTHIN
but makin a sucka and you equal
Don't be another sequel.. {Express yourself!}

{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}
{Express yourself!}
{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}

[Dr. Dre]
Now, gettin back to the PG
That's program, and it's easy
Dre is back, new jacks are made hollow
Expressin ain't their subject because they like to follow
the words, the style, the trend; the records I spin
Again and again and again - yo, you're on the other end
Whatch a brother playin dope rhymes, with no help
There's no fessin or guessin while I'm expressin myself
It's crazy to see people be
what society wants them to be, but not me
RUTHLESS, is the way to go, they know
Others say rhymes which fail to be original
or they kill where the hip-hop starts
Forget about the ghetto, and rap for the pop charts
Some musicians cuss at home
But scared to use profanity when upon the microphone
Yeah, they want reality, but you will hear none
They'd rather exaggerate a little fiction
Some say no to drugs, and take a stand
But after the show, they go lookin for the "Dopeman"
Or they ban my group from the radio
Hear N.W.A. and say, "Hell no!"
But you know it ain't all about wealth
As long as you make a note to.. {Express yourself!}

{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}
{Express yourself!}
{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}

[Dr. Dre]
{Express yourself!} .. from the heart
cause if you wanna start to move up the chart
then expression is a big part of it
You ain't efficient when you flow, you ain't swift
Movin like a tortoise, full of rigor mortis
There's a little bit more to show
I got rhymes in my mind, embedded like an embryo
or a lesson - all of 'em expression
And if you start fessin, I got a Smith and Wessun for ya
I might ignore your record because it has no bottom
I get loose in the summer winter spring and autumn
It's Dre on the mic, gettin physical
Doin' the job, N.W.A is the lynch mob!
Yes I'ma climb, but you know you need this
And the knowledge is growin just like a fetus
or a tumor, but here is the rumor
Dre is in the neighborhood and he's up to no good
When I start expressin myself, Yella, slam it
Cause if I stay funky like this I'm doin damage
Or I'ma be too hyped, and need a straight jacket
I got knowledge, and other suckers lack it
So, when you see Dre, a DJ on the mic
Ask what it's like - it's like we're gettin hyped tonight
Cause if I strike, it ain't for your good health
But I won't strike if you just.. {Express yourself!}

{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}
{Express yourself!}
{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}
{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}
{Go on and do it..} {*music fades*}

[Dr. Dre]
Yo man there's a lot of brothers out there
flakin and perpetratin but scared to kick reality

[Ice Cube]
Man, you been doin all this dope producin
You ain't had a chance to show 'em what time it is

[Dr. Dre]
So what you want me to do?

{Express yourself!}

[Dr. Dre]
I'm expressin with my full capabilities
And now I'm livin in correctional facilities
Cause some don't agree with how I do this
I get straight and meditate like a Buddhist
I'm droppin flava, my behaviour is hereditary
But my technique is very necessary
Blame it on Ice Cube; because he said it gets funky
when you got a subject and a predicate
Add it on a dope beat; and it'll make you think
Some suckers just tickle me pink - to my stomach
Cause they don't flow like this one
You know what? I won't hesitate to diss one
or two before I'm through, so don't try to sing this
Some drop science; while I'm droppin english
Even if Yella, makes it a-capella
I still express, yo, I don't smoke weed or sess
Cause it's known to give a brother brain damage
And brain damage on the mic don't manage - NUTHIN
but makin a sucka and you equal
Don't be another sequel.. {Express yourself!}

{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}
{Express yourself!}
{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}

[Dr. Dre]
Now, gettin back to the PG
That's program, and it's easy
Dre is back, new jacks are made hollow
Expressin ain't their subject because they like to follow
the words, the style, the trend; the records I spin
Again and again and again - yo, you're on the other end
Whatch a brother playin dope rhymes, with no help
There's no fessin or guessin while I'm expressin myself
It's crazy to see people be
what society wants them to be, but not me
RUTHLESS, is the way to go, they know
Others say rhymes which fail to be original
or they kill where the hip-hop starts
Forget about the ghetto, and rap for the pop charts
Some musicians cuss at home
But scared to use profanity when upon the microphone
Yeah, they want reality, but you will hear none
They'd rather exaggerate a little fiction
Some say no to drugs, and take a stand
But after the show, they go lookin for the "Dopeman"
Or they ban my group from the radio
Hear N.W.A. and say, "Hell no!"
But you know it ain't all about wealth
As long as you make a note to.. {Express yourself!}

{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}
{Express yourself!}
{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}

[Dr. Dre]
{Express yourself!} .. from the heart
cause if you wanna start to move up the chart
then expression is a big part of it
You ain't efficient when you flow, you ain't swift
Movin like a tortoise, full of rigor mortis
There's a little bit more to show
I got rhymes in my mind, embedded like an embryo
or a lesson - all of 'em expression
And if you start fessin, I got a Smith and Wessun for ya
I might ignore your record because it has no bottom
I get loose in the summer winter spring and autumn
It's Dre on the mic, gettin physical
Doin' the job, N.W.A is the lynch mob!
Yes I'ma climb, but you know you need this
And the knowledge is growin just like a fetus
or a tumor, but here is the rumor
Dre is in the neighborhood and he's up to no good
When I start expressin myself, Yella, slam it
Cause if I stay funky like this I'm doin damage
Or I'ma be too hyped, and need a straight jacket
I got knowledge, and other suckers lack it
So, when you see Dre, a DJ on the mic
Ask what it's like - it's like we're gettin hyped tonight
Cause if I strike, it ain't for your good health
But I won't strike if you just.. {Express yourself!}

{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}
{Express yourself!}
{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}
{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}
{Go on and do it..} {*music fades*}

[Dr. Dre]
Yo man there's a lot of brothers out there
flakin and perpetratin but scared to kick reality

[Ice Cube]
Man, you been doin all this dope producin
You ain't had a chance to show 'em what time it is

[Dr. Dre]
So what you want me to do?

{Express yourself!}

[Dr. Dre]
I'm expressin with my full capabilities
And now I'm livin in correctional facilities
Cause some don't agree with how I do this
I get straight and meditate like a Buddhist
I'm droppin flava, my behaviour is hereditary
But my technique is very necessary
Blame it on Ice Cube; because he said it gets funky
when you got a subject and a predicate
Add it on a dope beat; and it'll make you think
Some suckers just tickle me pink - to my stomach
Cause they don't flow like this one
You know what? I won't hesitate to diss one
or two before I'm through, so don't try to sing this
Some drop science; while I'm droppin english
Even if Yella, makes it a-capella
I still express, yo, I don't smoke weed or sess
Cause it's known to give a brother brain damage
And brain damage on the mic don't manage - NUTHIN
but makin a sucka and you equal
Don't be another sequel.. {Express yourself!}

{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}
{Express yourself!}
{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}

[Dr. Dre]
Now, gettin back to the PG
That's program, and it's easy
Dre is back, new jacks are made hollow
Expressin ain't their subject because they like to follow
the words, the style, the trend; the records I spin
Again and again and again - yo, you're on the other end
Whatch a brother playin dope rhymes, with no help
There's no fessin or guessin while I'm expressin myself
It's crazy to see people be
what society wants them to be, but not me
RUTHLESS, is the way to go, they know
Others say rhymes which fail to be original
or they kill where the hip-hop starts
Forget about the ghetto, and rap for the pop charts
Some musicians cuss at home
But scared to use profanity when upon the microphone
Yeah, they want reality, but you will hear none
They'd rather exaggerate a little fiction
Some say no to drugs, and take a stand
But after the show, they go lookin for the "Dopeman"
Or they ban my group from the radio
Hear N.W.A. and say, "Hell no!"
But you know it ain't all about wealth
As long as you make a note to.. {Express yourself!}

{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}
{Express yourself!}
{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}

[Dr. Dre]
{Express yourself!} .. from the heart
cause if you wanna start to move up the chart
then expression is a big part of it
You ain't efficient when you flow, you ain't swift
Movin like a tortoise, full of rigor mortis
There's a little bit more to show
I got rhymes in my mind, embedded like an embryo
or a lesson - all of 'em expression
And if you start fessin, I got a Smith and Wessun for ya
I might ignore your record because it has no bottom
I get loose in the summer winter spring and autumn
It's Dre on the mic, gettin physical
Doin' the job, N.W.A is the lynch mob!
Yes I'ma climb, but you know you need this
And the knowledge is growin just like a fetus
or a tumor, but here is the rumor
Dre is in the neighborhood and he's up to no good
When I start expressin myself, Yella, slam it
Cause if I stay funky like this I'm doin damage
Or I'ma be too hyped, and need a straight jacket
I got knowledge, and other suckers lack it
So, when you see Dre, a DJ on the mic
Ask what it's like - it's like we're gettin hyped tonight
Cause if I strike, it ain't for your good health
But I won't strike if you just.. {Express yourself!}

{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}
{Express yourself!}
{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}
{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}
{Go on and do it..} {*music fades*}

[Dr. Dre]
Yo man there's a lot of brothers out there
flakin and perpetratin but scared to kick reality

[Ice Cube]
Man, you been doin all this dope producin
You ain't had a chance to show 'em what time it is

[Dr. Dre]
So what you want me to do?

{Express yourself!}

[Dr. Dre]
I'm expressin with my full capabilities
And now I'm livin in correctional facilities
Cause some don't agree with how I do this
I get straight and meditate like a Buddhist
I'm droppin flava, my behaviour is hereditary
But my technique is very necessary
Blame it on Ice Cube; because he said it gets funky
when you got a subject and a predicate
Add it on a dope beat; and it'll make you think
Some suckers just tickle me pink - to my stomach
Cause they don't flow like this one
You know what? I won't hesitate to diss one
or two before I'm through, so don't try to sing this
Some drop science; while I'm droppin english
Even if Yella, makes it a-capella
I still express, yo, I don't smoke weed or sess
Cause it's known to give a brother brain damage
And brain damage on the mic don't manage - NUTHIN
but makin a sucka and you equal
Don't be another sequel.. {Express yourself!}

{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}
{Express yourself!}
{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}

[Dr. Dre]
Now, gettin back to the PG
That's program, and it's easy
Dre is back, new jacks are made hollow
Expressin ain't their subject because they like to follow
the words, the style, the trend; the records I spin
Again and again and again - yo, you're on the other end
Whatch a brother playin dope rhymes, with no help
There's no fessin or guessin while I'm expressin myself
It's crazy to see people be
what society wants them to be, but not me
RUTHLESS, is the way to go, they know
Others say rhymes which fail to be original
or they kill where the hip-hop starts
Forget about the ghetto, and rap for the pop charts
Some musicians cuss at home
But scared to use profanity when upon the microphone
Yeah, they want reality, but you will hear none
They'd rather exaggerate a little fiction
Some say no to drugs, and take a stand
But after the show, they go lookin for the "Dopeman"
Or they ban my group from the radio
Hear N.W.A. and say, "Hell no!"
But you know it ain't all about wealth
As long as you make a note to.. {Express yourself!}

{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}
{Express yourself!}
{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}

[Dr. Dre]
{Express yourself!} .. from the heart
cause if you wanna start to move up the chart
then expression is a big part of it
You ain't efficient when you flow, you ain't swift
Movin like a tortoise, full of rigor mortis
There's a little bit more to show
I got rhymes in my mind, embedded like an embryo
or a lesson - all of 'em expression
And if you start fessin, I got a Smith and Wessun for ya
I might ignore your record because it has no bottom
I get loose in the summer winter spring and autumn
It's Dre on the mic, gettin physical
Doin' the job, N.W.A is the lynch mob!
Yes I'ma climb, but you know you need this
And the knowledge is growin just like a fetus
or a tumor, but here is the rumor
Dre is in the neighborhood and he's up to no good
When I start expressin myself, Yella, slam it
Cause if I stay funky like this I'm doin damage
Or I'ma be too hyped, and need a straight jacket
I got knowledge, and other suckers lack it
So, when you see Dre, a DJ on the mic
Ask what it's like - it's like we're gettin hyped tonight
Cause if I strike, it ain't for your good health
But I won't strike if you just.. {Express yourself!}

{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}
{Express yourself!}
{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}
{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}
{Go on and do it..} {*music fades*}

[Dr. Dre]
Yo man there's a lot of brothers out there
flakin and perpetratin but scared to kick reality

[Ice Cube]
Man, you been doin all this dope producin
You ain't had a chance to show 'em what time it is

[Dr. Dre]
So what you want me to do?

{Express yourself!}

[Dr. Dre]
I'm expressin with my full capabilities
And now I'm livin in correctional facilities
Cause some don't agree with how I do this
I get straight and meditate like a Buddhist
I'm droppin flava, my behaviour is hereditary
But my technique is very necessary
Blame it on Ice Cube; because he said it gets funky
when you got a subject and a predicate
Add it on a dope beat; and it'll make you think
Some suckers just tickle me pink - to my stomach
Cause they don't flow like this one
You know what? I won't hesitate to diss one
or two before I'm through, so don't try to sing this
Some drop science; while I'm droppin english
Even if Yella, makes it a-capella
I still express, yo, I don't smoke weed or sess
Cause it's known to give a brother brain damage
And brain damage on the mic don't manage - NUTHIN
but makin a sucka and you equal
Don't be another sequel.. {Express yourself!}

{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}
{Express yourself!}
{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}

[Dr. Dre]
Now, gettin back to the PG
That's program, and it's easy
Dre is back, new jacks are made hollow
Expressin ain't their subject because they like to follow
the words, the style, the trend; the records I spin
Again and again and again - yo, you're on the other end
Whatch a brother playin dope rhymes, with no help
There's no fessin or guessin while I'm expressin myself
It's crazy to see people be
what society wants them to be, but not me
RUTHLESS, is the way to go, they know
Others say rhymes which fail to be original
or they kill where the hip-hop starts
Forget about the ghetto, and rap for the pop charts
Some musicians cuss at home
But scared to use profanity when upon the microphone
Yeah, they want reality, but you will hear none
They'd rather exaggerate a little fiction
Some say no to drugs, and take a stand
But after the show, they go lookin for the "Dopeman"
Or they ban my group from the radio
Hear N.W.A. and say, "Hell no!"
But you know it ain't all about wealth
As long as you make a note to.. {Express yourself!}

{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}
{Express yourself!}
{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}

[Dr. Dre]
{Express yourself!} .. from the heart
cause if you wanna start to move up the chart
then expression is a big part of it
You ain't efficient when you flow, you ain't swift
Movin like a tortoise, full of rigor mortis
There's a little bit more to show
I got rhymes in my mind, embedded like an embryo
or a lesson - all of 'em expression
And if you start fessin, I got a Smith and Wessun for ya
I might ignore your record because it has no bottom
I get loose in the summer winter spring and autumn
It's Dre on the mic, gettin physical
Doin' the job, N.W.A is the lynch mob!
Yes I'ma climb, but you know you need this
And the knowledge is growin just like a fetus
or a tumor, but here is the rumor
Dre is in the neighborhood and he's up to no good
When I start expressin myself, Yella, slam it
Cause if I stay funky like this I'm doin damage
Or I'ma be too hyped, and need a straight jacket
I got knowledge, and other suckers lack it
So, when you see Dre, a DJ on the mic
Ask what it's like - it's like we're gettin hyped tonight
Cause if I strike, it ain't for your good health
But I won't strike if you just.. {Express yourself!}

{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}
{Express yourself!}
{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}
{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}
{Go on and do it..} {*music fades*}

19 muthafuckin' '93
& I'm back in this bitch,
Eazy muthafuckin' E, the hip hop thugster...
Shouts go out to these fake ass notorius...
[laughing:]
Muthafuckin' wannabe's...
I like to say what's up to my bitch Dre. [laugh]
What's up honey...?
Hold on 'cause E makes some mo' money, baby.
& to that skinny ass, punk muthafuckin' main G ass Dre,
Snoop doggy doggy dogg, what's up nigga? Dogg catcher's about to get ya...

Muthafuckin' mutt...
...& if y'all niggas don't know what's up,
Y'all better ask somebody, y'all better ask somebody,
Y'all better ask somebody. [laughing]

[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

I am the ressurection and the life
He who believes in me, though he dies
yet shall relive, and whoever lives
and believes in me shall never die(shutup, bitch).
Fear not them which kill the body
rather fear Him which is able to destroy both

'I am the ressurection and the life. He who believes in me, though he
dies, yet shall relive, and whoever lives and believes in me shall never
die...(shutup, bitch). Fear not them which kill the body, rather fear Him
which is able to destroy both body and soul in Hell. Get thee behind me
Satan and push me along.'

'All this power I will give thee, if thou therefore wilt worship me.
All shall be thine...'

'Come with me bitch as we go through the door, backwards. Heaven in art
which Father our, Our Father which art in Heaven...(hey muthaphukka!)
See ya `round, buddy boy.'

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

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

[Ice Cube as Witness]
You god damn right!

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

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

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

Example of scene one

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The verdict

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

Fuck the police! (repeat 3X)