Straight Outta Compton Album Lyrics

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Straight Outta Compton

(N.W.A.)

You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge

[Verse One: Ice Cube]

Straight outta Compton, crazy motherf*cker named Ice Cube
From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes
When I'm called off, I got a sawed off
Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off
You too, boy, if ya f*ck with me
The police are gonna hafta come and get me
Off yo ass, that's how I'm goin out
For the punk motherf*ckers that's showin out
Niggaz start to mumble, they wanna rumble
Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo
Goin off on a motherf*cker like that
with a gat that's pointed at yo ass
So give it up smooth
Ain't no tellin when I'm down for a jack move
Here's a murder rap to keep yo dancin
with a crime record like Charles Manson
AK-47 is the tool
Don't make me act the motherf*ckin fool
Me you can go toe to toe, no maybe
I'm knockin niggaz out tha box, daily
yo weekly, monthly and yearly
until them dumb motherf*ckers see clearly
that I'm down with the capital C-P-T
Boy you can't f*ck with me
So when I'm in your neighborhood, you better duck
Coz Ice Cube is crazy as f*ck
As I leave, believe I'm stompin
but when I come back, boy, I'm comin straight outta Compton

[Chorus:]

(City of Compton, City of Compton)

[Eazy E] Yo Ren
[MC Ren] Whassup?
[Eazy E] Tell em where you from!

[Verse Two: MC Ren]

Straight outta Compton, another crazy ass nigga
More punks I smoke, yo, my rep gets bigger
I'm a bad motherf*cker and you know this
But the pussy ass niggaz don't show this
But I don't give a f*ck, I'ma make my snaps
If not from the records, from jackin the crops
Just like burglary, the definition is 'jackin'
And when illegally armed it's called 'packin'
Shoot a motherf*cker in a minute
I find a good piece o' pussy, I go up in it
So if you're at a show in the front row
I'm a call you a bitch or dirty-ass ho
You'll probably get mad like a bitch is supposed to
But that shows me, slut, you're composed to
a crazy muthaf*cker from tha street
Attitude legit cause I'm tearin up shit
MC Ren controls the automatic
For any dumb muthaf*cker that starts static
Not the right hand cause I'm the hand itself
every time I pull a AK off the shelf
The security is maximum and that's a law
R-E-N spells Ren but I'm raw
See, coz I'm the motherf*ckin villain
The definition is clear, you're the witness of a killin
that's takin place without a clue
And once you're on the scope, your ass is through
Look, you might take it as a trip
but a nigga like Ren is on a gangsta tip
Straight outta Compton...

[Chorus:]

(City of Compton, City of Compton)

[Dr. Dre] Eazy is his name and the boy is comin...

[Verse Three: Eazy-E]

...straight outta Compton
is a brotha that'll smother yo' mother
and make ya sister think I love her
Dangerous motherf*cker raises hell
And if I ever get caught I make bail
See, I don't give a f*ck, that's the problem
I see a motherf*ckin cop I don't dodge him
But I'm smart, lay low, creep a while
And when I see a punk pass, I smile
To me it's kinda funny, the attitude showin a nigga drivin
but don't know where the f*ck he's going, just rollin
lookin for the one they call Eazy
But here's a flash, they never seize me
Ruthless! Never seen like a shadow in the dark
except when I unload, see I'll get over the hesitation
and hear the scream of the one who got the last penetration
Give a little gust of wind and I'm jettin
But leave a memory no one'll be forgettin
So what about the bitch who got shot? F*ck her!
You think I give a damn about a bitch? I ain't a sucker!
This is the autobiography of the E, and if you ever f*ck with me
You'll get taken by a stupid dope brotha who will smother
word to the motherf*cker, straight outta Compton

[Chorus:]

(City of Compton, City of Compton)

(Damn that shit was dope!)

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Flash Light

(Parliament)

Now, I lay me down to sleep
Ooh, I just can't find a beat
Flash light (oh, I will never dance!)
Flash light
Flash light
Flash light

Oh, it's no use

Flash light
Red light
Neon light
Ooh, stop light

Now I lay me down to sleep
I guess I'll go count the sheep
Oh, but I will never dance

Oh, don't make me do it
Dance, sucker! ooh ha ha
Ow! Get him

Most of all he needs the funk (shine it)
Help him find the funk (ha, funk it)
Most of all he needs the funk
Help him find the funk (get him)
Most of all he needs the funk (I know we can get him)
Help him find the funk (ho)
Most of all he needs the funk (ha, don't)
Help him find the funk (I know you will! Dance, sucker)
Most of all he needs the funk (Shine the spotlight on him)
Help him find the funk (Oh funk me)

Dance, Nose! You know you on my funk street?
Oh, funk me
Get on down, Nose! I like it! Dance, then

Flash light
Flash light (oh ho ho!)
Spot light
Neon light (neon light)
Street light (street light)

Everybody's got a little light under the sun

Shinin' on the funk (Shinin' on the funk)
Shinin' on the funk

Most of all he need the funk
Help him find the funk

Most of all he need the funk
Help him find the funk
Most of all he need the funk
Help him find the funk
Most of all he need the funk
Help him find the funk

Oh
Flash light (flash light, flash light)
Flash light (flash light, flash light)
Flash light (oh, flash light)
Flash light (oh, flash light)
Spot light (spot light)
Neon light (oh, neon light)
Flash light (oh, flash light, ho)
Stop light (stop light)

Now I lay me down to sleep
I guess I'll go count the sheep
Shake your funk
Shake your funk
Shake your rump (ho)
I think I found the funk

Flash light (flash light)
Day light (day light)
Spot light (spot light)
Red light (oh, ho, red light!)

Everybody's got a little light under the sun

Everybody's got a little light under the sun
Under the sun, under the sun, under the sun

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We Want Eazy

(Eazy-E)

"We want Eazy!"

[Dr. Dre]
Well, clap ya hands then-come on
Clap ya hands everybody
Clap ya hands, come on, come on
Put ya hands together and clap 'em
Now can y'all say Eazy
Come on, say it

EAZY
(Everybody come on)
EAZY

[MC Ren & Dr Dre]
People from everywhere gather around
Checkin' out the sound that Eazy is throwin' down
With some help from Ren and Dre
Makin' a way with dope style
Yo Eazy, what ya gotta say

[Verse 1: Eazy-E]
A miracle of modern creation
Eazy E's on the set
Hyped up with the bass
And a little bit of what ya love
From a brother who's smooth like a criminal
I mean subliminal
Otherwise known as a villain
Because I'm ruthless
When I spot a sucka, I kill 'em
But most I think know not to deal with me
Yo, it's obvious, tell 'em who you came to see

EAZ-Y...

(Fan)Eazy
Hey eazy
(Eazy)Wassup??
(fan)Why you wear your pants like that?
(Eazy)I wear my pants like this, fo' easy access baby
Yeah thats right

(Ice Cube)
Yo homeboy, where we takin' this jam to?
COMPTON
Where?
COMPTON
Alright

[Verse 2: Eazy-E]
Yeah 'cuz this is the way I know you like it
So you won't strike it
I took it and I hyped it
And now that it's done, I know ya pleased
At how the E just duz it with ease
Just imagine a crowd screamin', a girl dreamin'
Just to get a picture of me 'n' my B-O-Y-Z
From the H-double-O-D
N.W.A., down with me
Strong 'n' I'm ragin'
Turn the page 'n'
See I'm not a son of a gun
I'm a gauge 'n'
Nuthin' can avoid this shot cause it's hittin'
It's so cool when you touch it, wear a mitten
I'm comin' off raw into ya speaker
Makin' the suckas on the street feel weaker
But most I think know not to deal with me
Yo, it's obvious, tell 'em who you came to see

EAZ-Y...

Yo man, you weren't born in no '73
Why you be lyin' bout your age?
(Eazy-E)
Man, where you get that brain at, huh?
Yo, get this fool outta here!

Hey Eazy why you always cussin' on your records?
(Eazy-E)
Who are you, Gene Autry or somethin'?
I just do that to get my point across
Now I wanna know who you came to see

EAZ-Y...

[Verse 3: Eazy-E]
Aw, never, I'm just too clever
So, in fact, that no one can sever
A blow from a maniac and yo, I make it clear
So a register is all I hear
Money overturned, then I jet
To make another hit, for you to go and get
Record stores sold out because you love it
Another example of how Eazy duz it

EAZ-Y
We want Eazy...

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Gangsta Gangsta

(N.W.A.)

[Verse 1: Ice Cube]
Here's a little somethin' bout a nigga like me
never shoulda been let out the penititary
Ice Cube would like ta say
That I'm a crazy mutha f*cka from around the way
Since I was a youth, I smoked weed out
Now I'm the mutha f*cka that ya read about
Takin' a life or two
that's what the hell I do, you don't like how I'm livin
well f*ck you!
This is a gang, and I'm in it
My man Dre'll f*ck you up in a minute
With a right left, right left you're toothless
And then you say goddamn they ruthless!
Everwhere we go they say [damn!]
N W A's f*ckin' up tha program
And then you realize we don't care
We don't just say no, we to busy sayin' yeah!
To drinkin' straight out the eight bottle
Do I look like a mutha f*ckin role model?
To a kid lookin' up ta me
Life ain't nothin but bitches and money.
Cause I'm tha type o' nigga that's built ta last
If ya f*ck wit me I'll put a foot in ya ass
See I don't give a f*ck 'cause I keep bailin
Yo, what the f*ck are they yellin

[Chorus:]

Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
[KRS One] "It's not about a salary, it's all about reality"
Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
"Hopin you sophisticated motherf*ckers hear what I have to say"

[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
When me and my posse stepped in the house
All the punk-ass niggaz start breakin out
Cause you know, they know whassup
So we started lookin for the bitches with the big butts
Like her, but she keep cryin
"I got a boyfriend" Bitch stop lyin
Dumb-ass hooker ain't nuttin but a dyke
Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like
Walked over to em, and said, "Whassup?"
The first nigga that I saw, hit em in the jaw
Ren started stompin em, and so did E
By that time got rushed by security
Out the door, but we don't quit
Ren said, "Let's start some shit!"
I got a shotgun, and here's the plot
Takin niggaz out with a flurry of buckshots
Boom boom boom, yeah I was gunnin
And then you look, all you see is niggaz runnin
and fallin and yellin and pushin and screamin
and cussin, I stepped back, and I kept bustin
And then I realized it's time for me to go
So I stopped, jumped in the vehicle
It's like this, because of that who-ride
N.W.A. is wanted for a homicide
Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last
F*ck wit me, I'll put my foot in your ass
See I don't give a f*ck, cause I keep bailin
Yo, what the f*ck are they yellin?

[Chorus:]

Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
[KRS One] "It's not about a salary, it's all about reality"
Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
"He'll tell you exactly how he feel, and don't want a f*ckin thing back"

[Verse 3: Ice Cube]
Homies all standin around, just hangin
Some dope-dealin, some gang-bangin
We decide to roll and we deep
See a nigga on Dayton's and we creep
Real slow, and before you know
I had my shotgun pointed in the window
He got scared, and hit the gas
Right then, I knew I has to smoke his ass
He kept rollin, I jumped in the bucket
We couldn't catch him, so I said f*ck it
Then we headed right back to the fort
Sweatin all the bitches in the biker shorts
We didn't get no play, from the ladies
With six niggaz in a car are you crazy?
She was scared, and it was showin
We all said "F*ck you bitch!" and kept goin
To the hood, and we was fin to
Find somethin else to get into
Like some pussy, or in fact
A bum rush, but we call it rat pack
On a nigga for nuttin at all
Ice Cube'll go stupid when I'm full of eight ball
I might stumble, but I won't lose
Now I'm dressed in the county blues
Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last
If you F*ck wit me, I'll put my foot in your ass
I don't give a f*ck, cause I keep bailin
Yo, what the f*ck are they yellin?

[Interlude: Ice Cube, Dr. Dre]

(Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut this shit)
{Man whatcha gonna do now?}
"What we're gonna do right here is go way back"
(How far you goin back?)
"Way back"
[Slick Rick] "As we go a lil somethin like this"

Here's a lil gangsta, short in size
A t-shirt and Levi's is his only disguise
Built like a tank yet hard to hit
Ice Cube and Eazy E cold runnin shit

[Verse 4: Eazy E, MC Ren]
Well I'm Eazy E the one they're talkin about
Nigga tried to roll the dice and just crapped out
Police tried to roll, so it's time to go
I creeped away real slow and jumped in the six-fo'
Wit the "Diamond in the back, sun-roof top"
Diggin the scene with the gangsta lean
Cause I'm the E, I don't slang or bang
I just smoke motherf*ckers like it ain't no thang
And all you bitches, you know I'm talkin to you
"We want to f*ck you Eazy!" I want to f*ck you too
Cause you see, I don't really take no shit
[So let me tell you motherf*ckers who you're f*ckin with]
Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last
If you F*ck wit me, I'll put my foot in your ass
I don't give a f*ck, cause I keep bailin
Yo, what the f*ck are they yellin?

[Chorus:]

Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
[KRS One] "It's not about a salary, it's all about reality"
Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
"He'll f*ck up you and yours, and anything that gets in his way"

Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
[KRS One] "It's not about a salary, it's all about reality"
Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
"He'll just call you a low-life motherf*cker, and talk about your
funky ways"

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(Not Just) Knee Deep

(Funkadelic)

Whooooo-hoooo-oooooo-ooooooo-ooo-ohh-ohh-ohhhhhhhhh, huh!
Whooooo-hoooo-oooooo-ooooooo-ooo-ohhhhhh-heyyyyhoooahhooh
Something about the music, she always makes me dance (x2)
She turns me on and on, and all about
She was a freak, never missin' a beat, yeah
She was a freak, boy was it neat, yeah
Not just knee deep, she was totally deep
When she did the freak with me

She did the freak, never missin' a beat, yeah
She did the freak, boy was it neat, yeah
She's a freak
The girl is a freak, the girl never misses a beat, yeah yeah
Not just knee deep, she was totally deep
When she did the freak with me

She did the jerk
It didn't work, no
She did the monkey
It wasn't funky, no more
Chicken wasn't pickin'
Not just knee deep, she was totally deep
When she did the freak with me

She turns me on and on, and all about
(Round and round) She's the freak of my desire
(round and round she goes) And when she dance she sets the world on fire
(round and round she goes)
The little girl is the freak of the week
(round and round she goes)
When she dance she gives me happy feet
(round and round she goes)
She's the freak of my desire
And when she dance she sets the world on fire
(round and round she goes)
She's givin' me happy feet
Yeah, she's the freak of the week!

She was a freak, never missin' a beat, yeah
She was a freak, boy was it neat, yeah
Not just knee deep, she was totally deep
When she did the freak with me

She did the jerk
It didn't work, no
I did the moose
Oh no, not the moose!
Monkey wasn't funkin'
Chicken wasn't pickin'
But she was not just knee deep, she was totally deep
When she did the freak with me

Hey!
Something about the music, it got into my dance
Something about the music, it got into my pants (x10)
She turns me on and on, and all about
Freak of the week
She turns me on and on, and all about
Something about the music (x10)
Something about the music got into my pants
Something about the music
She's a big ol' freak, the girl's a big ol' freak
She's the freak of the week
She turns me on and on
She was a freak (x2)
Not just knee deep, she was totally deep
When she did the freak with me

She did the jerk
It didn't work, no
I did the moose
Oh no, not the moose!
Not just knee deep, she was totally deep
When she did the freak with me

She turns me on and on
Ooooo-hoooo-oooooo-ooooooo-ooo-ohh-ohh-ohhhhhhhhh
Di-di-di-di di di-di
Ants in my pants and I need to dance
I got ants in my pants and I need to dance
Whooooo-hoooo-oooooo-ooooooo-ooo-ohh-ohh-ohhhhhhhhh, hoo-hoo!
Something about the music, about the music
Something about the music, it got into my dance
Whooooo-hoooo-oooooo-ooooooo-ooo-ohh-ohh-ohhhhhhhhh
Something about the music (x2)
Something about the music got into my pants
Something about the music
She's a big ol' freak, the girl's a big ol' freak
She's the freak of the week
She's a big ol' freak, just a big ol' freak
She's the freak of the week
You turned me on and out (x2)
Not just knee deep, she was totally deep
When she did the freak with me
Not just knee deep, she was totally deep
When she did the freak with me
She did the freak (x3)
Not just knee deep, she was totally deep
When she did the freak with me

She did the jerk
It didn't work, no
Oooooooh-ooh-ohh-ohh (x6)
Something about the music (x10)
Doo-doo-doo-doo doo doo-doo
Ants in my pants and I need to dance
I got ants in my pants and I need to dance
Chicken ain't lickin', the moose wasn't cookin'
Oh, but your music grooved me, it moved me
That music and the beat HA!
Started tryin' liberating my feet
Can this be me, immersed in funk so deep?
Whooooo-hoooo-oooooo-ooooooo-ooo-ohh-ohh-ohhhhhhhhh
Ants in my pants and I need to dance
Ants in my pants and I need to dance
Now get on up
She's a big ol' freak, the girl's a big ol' freak
She's the freak of the week
She's a big ol' freak, just a big ol' freak
She's the freak of the week
You turned me on and out (x2)
Not just knee deep, she was totally deep
When she did the freak with me
Not just knee deep, she was totally deep
When she did the freak with me

She did the freak (x3)
She was so funky
The girl's a freak, the girl never misses a beat, yeah yeah
Not just knee deep, she was totally deep
When she did the freak with me

She did the jerk
It didn't work, no
Whooooo-hoooo-oooooo-ooooooo-ooo-ohh-ohh-ohhhhhhhhh
Whooooo-hoooo-oooooo-ooooooo-ooo-ohh-ohh-ohhhhhhhhh
Something about the music, it got into my dance
Something about the music, it got into my pants (x3)
Chicken wasn't pickin'
Monkey wasn't funky
Something about the music, it got into my pants
Something about the music (x2)
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Make no mistake
The most funky music got what it takes
To groove you some time
Knock you down
Make you want to turn around and do it one more time, yeah
Something about the music
The music grooved me, yeah
Ants in my pants and I need to dance
I got ants in my pants and I need to dance
Whoo!
Chicken ain't pickin', the moose wasn't cookin'
Oh, but your music moved me, it grooved me
That music and the beat Huh!
Started tryin' liberating my feet Ah!
Can this be me, immersed in funk so deep?
Ants in my pants and I need to dance
Ants in my pants and I need to dance
Something about the music, it got into my dance
She's a big ol' freak, the girl's a big ol' freak
She's the freak of the week
She's a big ol' freak, just a big ol' freak
She was the freak of the week
You turned me on and out (x2)
Not just knee deep, she was totally deep
When she did the freak with me
Not just knee deep, she was totally deep
When she did the freak with me
She did the freak Huh!
She did the freak
She did the freak

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Boyz-N-The-Hood

(Eazy-E)

[Eazy-E]
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]
Cause 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, cause 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 I'll
So I went to a place where my homeboys chill
The fellows out there, making that dollar
I pulled up in my 6-4 Impala
They greet me with a 40 and I started drinking
And from the 8-ball my breath start stinking
Love to get my girl, to rock that body
Before I left I hit the Bacardi
Went to her house to get her out of the pad
Dumb hoe says something stupid that made me mad
She said somethin that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave
She started talkin shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe
Her father jumped out and he started to shout
So I threw a right-cross cold knocked him out

[Chorus]

[Eazy-E]
I'm rollin hard now I'm under control
Then wrapped my 6-4 round the telephone poll
I looked at my car and I said, "Oh brother
I throw it in the gutter and go buy another"
Walkin home I see the G ride
Now Kat is drivin Kilo on the side
As they busted a U, they got pulled over
An undercover cop in a dark green Nova
Kat got beaten for resistin arrest
He socked the pig in the head for rippin his Guess
Now G is caught for doin the crime
Fourth offence on the boy, he'll do some time

[Chorus]

[Eazy-E]
I went to get them out but there was no bail
The fellaz start to riot in the county jail
Two days later in municiple court
Kilo G on trial cold cut a fart
Disruption of a court, said the judge
On a six-year sentence my man didn't budge
Bailiff came over to turn him in
Kilo G looked up and gave a grin
He yelled out "FIRE! " then came Suzy
The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi
Police shot the bitch but didn't hurt her
Both up state for attempted murder

[Chorus]

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Everybody Loves The Sunshine

(Roy Ayers Ubiquity)

My life, my life, my life, my life in the sunshine
Everybody loves the sunshine
Sunshine, everybody loves the sunshine
Sunshine, folks get down in the sunshine
Sunshine, folks get 'round in the sunshine

Just bees and things and flowers
Just bees and things and flowers
Just bees and things and flowers
Just bees and things and flowers

My life, my life, my life, my life in the sunshine
Everybody loves the sunshine
Sunshine, everybody loves the sunshine
Sunshine, folks get down in the sunshine
Sunshine, folks get 'round in the sunshine

Feel, what I feel, when I feel, what I feel
When I'm feelin', in the sunshine
Feel, what I feel, when I feel, what I feel
When I'm feelin', in the sunshine

Do what I do, when I do, what I do
When I'm doin', in the sunshine
Do what I do, when I do, what I do
When I'm doin', in the sunshine

Sunshine, everybody loves the sunshine

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Dopeman (Remix)

(N.W.A.)

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, f*ck 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 f*ck are you talkin to?
Do you know who the f*ck 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 f*cked up
Well sit and cry, if the dopeman strike you
He don't give a f*ck 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 f*cked 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 f*ck 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, f*ck that shit!)
Dopeman, dopeman! (In yo' face)
Dopeman, dopeman! "Yo Dre!! Kick in the bass!!"

[Ice Cube]
If you smoke 'caine, you a stupid motherf*cker
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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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)
F*ck 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

---

F*ck Tha Police

(N.W.A.)

[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 attorney's are: MC Ren, Ice Cube,
and Eazy-motherf*cking-E

[Dr. Dre as The Judge]
Order, order, order
Ice Cube, take the motherf*cking stand
Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth
and nothing 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 f*ck you gotta say?

[Ice Cube]
F*ck the police coming 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
F*ck that shit, cause I ain't the one
for a punk motherf*cker with a badge and a gun
to be beating on, and thrown in jail
We can go toe to toe in the middle of a cell
F*cking with me cause I'm a teenager
with a little bit of gold and a pager
Searching my car, looking for the product
Thinking every nigga is selling narcotics
You'd rather see, me in the pen
than me and Lorenzo rolling 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 getting swoll off bread and water
I don't know if they fags or what
Search a nigga down, and grabbing 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 showing out for the white cop
Ice Cube will swarm
on ANY motherf*cker in a blue uniform
Just cause I'm from, the CPT
Punk 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, dying in L.A.
Yo Dre, I got something to say

[cut and scratched 4x] "F*ck the police"

Example of scene one

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

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

[MC Ren]
F*ck the police and Ren said it with authority
because the niggas on the street is a majority
A gang, is with whoever I'm stepping
and the motherf*cking weapon is kept in
a stash box, for the so-called law
Wishing Ren was a nigga that they never saw
Lights start flashing 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 saying, "F*ck you punk!"
Reading my rights and shit, it's all junk
Pulling 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 f*ck you up!
Make you think I'ma kick your ass
but drop your gat, and Ren's gonna blast
I'm sneaky as f*ck when it comes to crime
But I'ma smoke 'em now and not next time
Smoke any motherf*cker that sweats me
or any asshole, that threatens me
I'm a sniper with a hell of a scope
Taking out a cop or two, they can't cope with me
The motherf*cking villain that's mad
With potential, to get bad as f*ck
So I'ma turn it around
Put in my clip, yo, and this is the sound
[BOOM, BOOM] Yeah, something like that
but it all depends on the size of the gat
Taking out a police, would make my day
But a nigga like Ren don't give a f*ck to say

[cut and scratched 4x] "F*ck the police"

[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 motherf*cker, move now!)
[NWA] What the f*ck did I do, man what did I do?
[Cop] Just shut the f*ck up
and get your motherf*cking ass on the floor
(You heard the man, shut the f*ck up!)
[NWA] But I didn't do shit
[Cop] Man just shut the f*ck 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 motherf*cking jacking
Sweating my gang, while I'm chilling in the shack, and
shining 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 playing with the trigger
of any Uzi or an AK
Cause the police always got something 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 waiting 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 rolling, keep looking in the mirror
And ears on cue, yo, so I can hear a
dumb motherf*cker with a gun
And if I'm rolling off the 8, he'll be the one
that I take out, and then get away
While I'm driving off laughing this is what I'll say

[cut and scratched 4x] "F*ck the police"

The verdict

[Dre] The jury has found you guilty of being a redneck,
white bread, chickenshit motherf*cker
[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 f*ck out my face!
[Cop] I want justice!
[Dre] Out, RIGHT NOW!
[Cop] F*CK YOU, YOU BLACK MOTHER-F*CKERS!

F*ck the police! [3x]

---

Express Yourself

(N.W.A.)

[Dr. Dre:]
Yo, man... There's a lot of brothers out there flakin' and perpetratin
But scared to kick reality.
[Ice Cube:]
Man, you've been doing all this dope producing.
You 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, meditate like a Buddhist
I'm droppin' flava, my behaviour is heriditery,
But my technique is very necessary.
Blame it on Ice Cube... Because he says it gets funky
When you got a subject and a predacit.
Add it on a dope beat
And that'll make you think.
Some suckaz just tickle me pink
To my stomache. 'Cause they don't flow like this one.
You know what? I won't hesitate to dis 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 a sess.
Cause its known to give a brother brain damage.
And brain damage on the mic don't manage
Nuthin'
But makin' a sucker and you equal.
Don't be another sequel...

Express Yourself...
Express Yourself...
Come on and do it...

Express Yourself...
Express Yourself...
Come on and do it...

Now, gettin' back to the PG.
That's program, and it's easy.
Dre is back. Newjacks, I mean 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 on the other end.
Whatch a brother playin' dope rhymes with no help.
There's no fessin' and 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 that fail
To be original.
Or they kill where the hiphop starts,
Forget about the ghetto
And rap for the pop charts.
Some musicians curse at home
But scared to use profanity
When up on the microphone.
Yeah, they want reality.
But you won't hear none.
They 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 NWA 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...
Come on and do it...

Express Yourself...
Express Yourself...
Come on and do it...

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, and better like an embryo.
Or a lesson - all of 'em expression
And if you start fessin' -
I got a Smith and Wessun
For you.
I might ignore your record
Because it has no bottom.
I get loose in the summer. When in spring and autumn
It's Dre on the mic, gettin' physical.
Doin' the job
NWA is the lynch mob!
Yes, I'm a cob?
But you know you need this.
And the knowledge is growin'
Just like a foetus, or a tumor.
But here's 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'mma be too hyped,
And need a straight jacket.
I got knowledge and other suckaers lack it.
So, when you see Dre, a DJ on the mic,
Ask what it's like.
It's like we gettin' hype tonight.
Cause if I strike
It ain't for your good health.
But I won't strike if you just...

Express Yourself...
Express Yourself...
Come on and do it...

Express Yourself...
Express Yourself...
Come on and do it...

Express Yourself...
Come on and do it...
Come on and do it...
Come on and do it...
Come on and do it... [music fades]

---

Weak At The Knees

(Steve Arrington's Hall Of Fame)

I make you weak at the knees- ah oh uh
I make you weak at the knees
Aaaah! it's so heavy

Uh come along uh we gonna jam
Come alone ah would-cha let me hold hand yiiiah!
Uh come along it uh be so nice
I'll make you feel like you never had in life babe

I don't know if your ready or not sugar baby
Your acting funny but you haven't told no yet honey
I know its moist girl I see it in your eyes
Oh baby I can't stop til I tantalize you tonight

I make you weak at the knees
Make you feel alright- yiiiah!
I'll make you weak at the knees
Make you feel alright- yes so heavy

I'm gonna give you anything you want sugar baby
I'll make you feel alright today- oouch!
I got the touch in the clutch
Man all the know to make you stay
To make you my baby yiihhh

I'll give you money honey, if that's what you need
To make you want to be with me
Ah tut-tut-tut-tut uh ooooh!
I'd like to make this love affair tonight
I said I feel alright ooh iiiii

I make you weak at the knees
Do you hear what I say
I make you weak at the knees- baby
Oouh! If you want a tattoo oh oh
I make you weak at knees
I'm your main hard throb I'll do all night make you hot
I make you weak at the knees- classic sound heavy
Don't you know I want you

Well I heard- I heard you were hard to satisfy
And I heard- I even heard that men tried and were denied
And I heard- she said what heard about me is really true
And I heard- ooouh! And the same goes for you
I make you weak at the knees (scant)
Do you hear what I say
I make you weak at knees- ah sugar momma, baby (scant) oouch!

Said I want you baby got to have you right now
You make me feel so nice inside- ah ha!
I want to give all the love got to give- You!
You make me feel so high- whoooh iiii

I make you weak at he knees
Do you hear what I say
I make you weak t the knees- oouh! Baby
Ooh ahh! make me feel all right (scant & do-dahs)

Well I heard- you were hard to satisfy momma
And I heard- other men tried and were denied
And I heard- what they said about you is really true
And I heard- Uh that you got a special rap on me too
I tell you what momma, you know I'm you man
You know! I'm your M-A-N

I make you weak at the knees- you know it, oh my baby
I got the things I can show it dah
I make you weak at the knees
You know what I mean, what I mean, what I mean, what I mean!!!
I make you weak at the knees (scants & do-dahs)
Do you hear what I say
I make you weak at the knees
I say it feels so good momma
(scants & do-dahs)
I make you weak at the knees- ha ha ha ha ha

---

Quiet On Tha Set

(N.W.A.)

(Listen to this)
[Eazy E:] Yo Ren !
[MC Ren:] Whassup ?
[Eazy E:] Take (one)
[MC Ren:] Yo (Hit it)

[MC Ren:]
Ruthless, plenty of that and much more
So at the party, Ren is controllin the floor
that you step and do your danceroutine
It ain't a dream my man, you're in a gangsta scene
with a villain doin damage on a 24 track
With confusion to finish my conclusion
Arhytomatic rhymes from a radio cat
You can't take what I got coz I'll be takin it right back
[Ruthless gangsta] Cold killin
You wanna know what it's means ? (definition...villain)
With the stupid dope rhyme
So once you hear one line you can tell it's mine
With a baseball cap that's black that I'm wearin
and a look that keeps you all starin
and wondering why I'm invincible
But when you hear my rhyme, it's convincible
I don't take no shorts while I'm constructin the ground
that makes y'all move around to my hell of a sound
Girls drool on me like a dyin
[Dr.Dre: ] (Yo Ren, tell'em what they do when you start rhymin)
I go to the party. I hip a hop the spot
I dunno what it is, but the girls get hot
aspirin like they're on fire and
their so-called boyfriends with'em are retirin
And for this reason I'm a walkin threath
So when I'm on stage I want...(Ssssht)

[Eazy E:] Quiet on tha set
(Light, camera, action)
[Eazy E:] N.W.A. take (two)

[MC Ren:]
Now to get started with my musical profession
A gangsta or villain in mine is in session
The way that I'm referrin to this makes ya move ya butt
but don't stand in a daze, yeah you should know what's up
Anyway I keep the clappin along
coz nothing bad could go wrong because this song is so strong
[?? huh ?? I'm ???] who could ask for anything more
when N.W.A. is cold rockin the floor
like stupid, actin like a retard
waitin for a bumrush, gettin to the good part
It tips me so with temptation
writin my lyrics with this hyped information
Just look at the center of the stage where the spotlight shines
[Eazy E: Boy you should have known by now] It's mine !
Unpredictable, keepin you extremely enjoyed
It's irresistable, meanin that you can't avoid
And while I'm on stage, look forward to sweat
but after I rip it up I want...(Ssssht)

[Eazy E:] Quiet on tha set
(Light, camera, action)
[Eazy E:] N.W.A. take (three)

[MC Ren:]
I can be loud as hell, think I will ? (Never)
(Ssssht)
[Eazy E:] (Quiet on tha set)
Yeah I like that better
(?? huh ?? As what I can do ??) I think I earn respect
And if I didn't from you, that's what I expect
coz if it ain't ruff it ain't me
So who really cares how you want me to be
See, I'm just me standin at the top of the pile
and doin soft known tunes it ain't my style
And this concludes our program
of how N.W.A. makes a ruthless jam
Now first we take an average drum
Give it to Dre, and the boy gets dumb
It's no secret, that I sit alone at night
Pick up a pad and pen and begin to write
all kinda lyrics that's promised to play
to make everybody say:
(They can be cold and ruthless no question about that,
but sometimes it's more complicated...)
[Eazy E:] Yo Dre (You know what I want you to do ?)
[Public Enemy:] Bring that beat back, bring that beat back

Now MC Ren is here workin like super glue
No matter what I do, I'm always thinkin o' you
Coz I'm the pusher, supplyin the fix
And this jam's so dope, it don't need a remix
But I'm makin obstacles of enemy traps
to catch any MC's with the weak-ass raps
Crucifyin their [?? huh ??] like just for usin my name
The definition is pain, but that's the thing o' the game
If they try to retreat, I catch'em one at a time
coz they're comittin a crime, and still promotin a rhyme
So, you're in the back of me just listen and learn
because you'll all get a chance or maybe a turn
Now my sideman wants to give a preview
so at my next concert I wanna see you
there not sittin in a chair
standin on yo feet, with yo hand in the air
Now I'm about to get out but I'll be back
But next time expect the more funkier track
deep down for your enjoyment to hear more percussion
with lyrics that's smooth to start some discussion
The beat that I'm [?? hype ??] and you know that's bad
Now continue to dance coz I'm thru with tha set

---

8 Ball (Remix)

(N.W.A.)

[Flavor Flav] "Kick that shit!"
[scratched] "City of Compton!"
[scratched] "City of Compton!" [echoes]

Cool kickin ass [scratch] cool kickin ass [scratch]
Cool kickin ass [scratch] "Kich that shit!"

[Rakim] "Pull up a chair.." [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 motherf*cker 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 f*cked up and got the 8 ball rollin

I, was.. "Cool kickin ass"
I, was.. "Raised in L.A."
[Eazy] I, was.. "Cruisin down the street in my six-fo'"
[Flavor Flav] "Too, much, posse!"

[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 f*cked up and got the 8 ball rollin

"F*ck it up y'all!" [x6]
[Beastie Boys] "YEAH!!!", [guitar riff]

[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
F*ck 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 f*cked up and got the 8 ball rollin

[Flavor Flav] "Stomp a mudhole in your ass!"
[Flav] "Stomp a mudhole in your ass, BITCH!"

[Verse Four: Eazy-E]
Pass the brew motherf*cker 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, f*ck 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 f*ck respect
Make a toast punky-punk to the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's f*cked up and got the 8 ball rollin

[scratched] "City of Compton!"
[scratched] "City of Compton!" [echoes]

[scratched] "City of Compton!" [scratched to end]

---

The Nigga Ya Love To Hate

(Ice Cube)

[Verse 1]
I heard payback's a motherf*cking nigga
That's why I'm sick of getting treated like a goddamn stepchild
F*ck a punk cause I ain't him
You gotta deal with the nine-double-M
The day is coming that you'll all hate
Just think if niggas decide to retaliate
They try to keep me from running up
I never tell you to get down—it's all about coming up
So what they do? Go and ban the AK
My shit wasn't registered any f*cking way
So you better duck away, run and hide out
When I'm rolling real slow and the lights out
Cause I'm about to f*ck up the program
Shooting out the window of a drop-top Brougham
When I'm shooting, let's see who drop
The police, the media, and suckers that went pop
And motherf*ckers that say they too black
Put 'em overseas they be begging to come back
They say keep 'em on gangs and drugs
You wanna sweep a nigga like me up under the rug
Kicking shit called street knowledge
Why more niggas in the pen than in college?
Now cause of that line I might be your cellmate
That's from the nigga ya love to hate

[Hook]
[F*ck you Ice Cube]
Yeah haha it’s the nigga you love to hate
[F*ck you Ice Cube]
[Ay yo baby, your mother warned you about me]
It's the nigga you love to hate
[Yo you ain’t doin' nothin positive. Yo, you ain’t doin' nothin positive for the brothers what you gotta say for yourself.]
You don't like how I'm living? Well, f*ck you

[Verse 2]
Once again it's on, the motherf*cking psycho
Ice Cube the bitch killa, cap peeler
Yo, running through the line like Bo, there's no pot to piss in
I put my fist in
Now, who do ya love to hate?
Cause I talk shit and down the eight-ball cause I don't fake
You're begging I fall off
The crossover, might as well cut them balls off
And get your ass ready for the Lenching
The Mob is dropping common sense and
We'll gank in the pen, we'll shank
Any Tom, Dick and Hank, and get the ass
Spanked -- it ain't about how right or wrong you live
But how long you live
I ain't with the bullshit
I meet mo' bitches, mo' hoes
Don't wanna sleep so I keep popping No-Doz
And tell the young people what they gotta know
Cause I hate when niggas gotta live low
And if you're locked up I dedicate my stylin'
From San Quentin to Rikers Island
We got 'em afraid of the funky shit
I like to clown so pump up the sound
In the jeep, make the old ladies say
"Oh my god—break, it's the nigga ya love to hate"

[Hook]
[F*ck you Ice Cube]
Yeah come on fool it’s the nigga you love to hate
[F*ck you Ice Cube]
Yeah what up punk it’s the nigga you love to hate
[Yo, who the f*ck you think you are callin' us bitches. You ain’t all that, all I hear is this bitch. I ain’t nobody’s bitch]
A bitch is a...ohhhh

[Verse 3]
Soul Train done lost they soul
Just call it train cause the bitches look like hoes
I see a lotta others damn
It almost look like the Bandstand
You ask me: "did I like Arsenio?"
About as much as the Bicentennial
I don't give a f*ck about dissing these fools
Cause they all scared of the Ice Cube
And what I say, what I portray and all that
And ain't even seen the gat
I don't wanna see no dancing
I'm sick of that shit -- listen to the hit
Cause yo if I look and see another brother
On the video trying to out-dance each other
I'ma tell T-Bone to pass the bottle
And don't give me that shit about role model
It ain't wise to chastise and preach
Just open the eyes of each
Cause laws are made to be broken up
What niggas need to do is start loc-ing up
And build mold and fold theyself into shape
Of the nigga you love to hate

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Real Niggaz

(N.W.A.)

[Mc Ren]
Prisoner like a hostage
Yo, you should of covered your muthaf*cking head like an ostrich
Deep in the dirt 'cause you's a sucker
And you ass up high so I can kick the muthaf*cker
Don't try to hang your best abroad
'Cause my foot will be so far up you ass, you're get hemroids
Before you try to f*ck wit Ren
I'll put two in your ass and you'll be shitting a size 10

[Dr. Dre]
First come, first serve, whoever's got the nerve
Step up and get what you deserve
Other words if a muthaf*cking hip-hop maniac
Brainiac, so what you oughta do is step the f*ck back
But how the f*ck you think a rapper last
Wit your ass saying shit that is said in the past
Yo, be original, your shit is sloppy
Get off the dick you muthaf*cking carbon copy

[MC Ren]
Falling deep in the drums so many of styles
Is one of the reasons a nigga ran a hundred miles
Cheating and not beating, the crowd I kept seating
But weak muthaf*ckas biting off and they kept eating
Styles that kept them full of bull
'Cause the vocals were local in nightclubs and not getting paid in full
They got the nerve to cuss
Only reason niggaz pick up your record is cause they thought it was us

[Dre]
Yo, giving what I gotta give, doing what I gotta do
You don't care for me, so who gives a f*ck about you
You can't harm me, alarm me
'Cause we're the generals in this f*cking hip-hop army
The niggaz wit attitudes if you didn't know
We blow, flow and getting loose slow from the get go, yo
Try us and take it
Yo, f*ck this shit, Yella, kick the break in

[Chorus]
It's the real thing, you are now real, real niggaz, niggaz

[Ren]
You can run but you can't hide, you know I'm a find'cha
'Cause a nigga like Ren's only 2 steps behind'cha
Don't look back, 'cause you're shaking and all scared
A nigga in black can be your scariest nightmare
So sleep wit the lights on, forget that the mic's on
Don't step on my muthaf*cking stage without nike's on
Don't say it's psychoand then you just might go
Mentally f*cked up when I let the right blow

[Dre]
All these niggers wit the jibber jabber
But couldn't kill a fly wit a muthaf*cking sledge hammer
Gangstas in black are out there
But only because, yo, it's the shit we wear
On my muthaf*cking dick
But I'm a love it when you drop like a muthaf*cking brick
So, yo, step off, go to bed, 'cause if you're mislead
You get a muthaf*cking bullet in your dome head

[Eazy-E]
Black, the good, the bad, the ugly, you see
A little streetwise nigga, you know me
Rolling wit some real niggaz playing for keeps
But you muthaf*ckas know who run the streets
Wit that hardcore hip-hop rap shit
[Ren](Now how much harder can another nigga get)
Trying to be like us, sound like us, dress like us
[Dre](Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
So nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, please
Since you're on the dick why don't you drop to your knees
'Cause I'm a muthaf*cka that's out to kill
Eazy-E, a nigga that's real

[Dre]
Real niggaz, straight off the streets of Compton
Quick to get in your shit without second thought
And if your ass get smoked, it's my bullet you caught
So if you're talking shit about the niggaz in black
Bow down to the King's and Raider's hats

[Ren]
They played out, that's what niggaz were chanting
One nigga left and they said we ain't happening
People had thought we was finished and then done wit
But if you think about it, yo, we really ain't done shit
Yet, so cover your ears and wipe your tears
And quit sniffing all over my dick for new ideas
And when the new record come, I'll come like a f*cking bomb
Asking for f*cking money, don't buy you a f*cking crumb
You're on the dicks of four niggaz not one
And when it comes to dicks, you don't even have one
So brace yourself to make sure you don't get f*cked up
Because if I let you slide, it's just 'cause you lucked up
Don't come in my face again, because I'm a floor ya
And if you're a bitch, I'm a f*cking ignore ya

Because my attitudes a little bigga
'Cause MC Ren is one of the real niggaz

[Dre]
Lost in a muthaf*cking world of madness
Sadness, but Dre is just a nigga that gladdest
Sucking muthaf*ckas like you, making wack jams
Because it only shows you how dope I am
Never try to ignore us
When I'm expressing, stand still like you're full of rigamortis
'Cause I'm a real nigga, but I guess you figure
You can break me, take me, but watch me pull the trigger
Dre is just a nigga wit hard, a nigga that's smart
A nigga that's pay to say what others are scared to play
We started out wit too much cargo
So I'm glad we got rid of Benedict Arnold
Yo, NWA, criticize for what we say
But I'm a do the shit anyway
'Cause I'm the muthaf*cking doctor,never faking
Yo, Yella, kick the muthaf*cking break in

[Chorus]

[Ren]
NWA , straight ouut muthaf*cking Compton
Taking over shit in all of the 1990's
Yo, Dr. Dre, DJ Yella, Eazy-E
And I am MC Ren, yo, NWA taking over this muthaf*cka y'all

---

No Vaseline

(Ice Cube)

[Intro]
Damn. Forgot to do somethin', let me see...uh
Oh, yeah-it ain’t over, motherf*ckers
"The motherf*ckin' saga continues"
"Y'all motherf*ckers ready for N.W.A? Well get the f*ck up!"
"A bitch is a bitch. So if you're poor-"
"It was once said by a man who couldn’t quit, dope-"
"Ice Cube writes the rhymes that I say"
But now, since he stepped the f*ck off
"Here's what they think about you"
"That punk Ice Cube-"
"Here's what they think about you"
"Cube was suckin' so much New York dick"
"Here's what they think about you"
"Real Niggas? Them niggas Dre and Yella used to wear lipstick and lace"
"Here's what they think about you"
"Why y'all let his punk ass in the group"
"Here's what they think about you"
"When they was in London, they wasn't no good without f*ckin' Ice Cube"
"Here's what they think about you"
"When I bought the tape, all I know is I wanted my motherf*ckin' money back"
"I smell..."
"Here's what they think about you"
"N.W.A. ain't shit without Ice Cube!"
"Here's what they think about you"
"Cube was suckin' so much New York dick"
"Here's what they think about you"
"Real Niggas? Them niggas Dre and Yella used to wear lipstick and lace"
"Here's what they think about you"
"That punk Ice Cube-"
"Here's what they think about you"
"Why y'all let his punk ass in the group"
"Here's what they think about you"
"All I know is I wanted my motherf*ckin' money back"
"Here's what they think about you"
"N.W.A. ain't shit without Ice Cube!"
F*ck All Y'all

[Verse 1]
Goddamn, I'm glad y'all set it off
Used to be hard, now you're just wet and soft
First you was down with the AK
And now I see you on a video with Michel'le
Looking like straight Bozos
I saw it coming, that's why I went solo
And kept on stomping
While y'all mothaf*ckers moved straight outta Compton
Living with the whites
One big house and not another nigga in sight
I started off with too much cargo
Dropped four niggas now I'm making all the dough
White man just ruling
The Niggas With Attitudes? (Who ya fooling!)
Y'all niggas just phony
I put that on my Mama and my dead homies
Yella Boy's on your team, so you're losing
Ay yo Dre, stick to producing
Calling me Arnold, but you bent-a-dick
Eazy-E saw your ass and went in it quick
You got jealous when I got my own company
But I'm a man, and ain't nobody humping me
Trying to sound like Amerikkka's Most
You could yell all day, but you don't come close
Cause you know I'm the one that flowed
Ya done run 100 miles, but you still got one to go
With the L-E-N-C-H M-O-B
And y'all disgrace the C-P-T
Cause you're getting f*cked out your green
By a white boy, with no vaseline

[Hook]
Now you're getting done without vaseline
Now you're getting done without vaseline
Now you're getting done without vaseline
Damn, it feels good to see people, on it

[Verse 2]
The bigger the cap, the bigger the peeling
Who gives a f*ck about a punk-ass villain
You're getting f*cked real quick
And Eazy's dick is smelling like MC Ren's shit
Tried to tell you a year ago
But Willie D told me to let a ho be a ho, so
I couldn't stop you from getting ganked
Now let's play big-bank-take-little-bank
Tried to diss Ice Cube, it wasn't worth it
Cause the broomstick fit your ass so perfect
Cut my hair? Naw, cut them balls
Cause I heard you like giving up the drawers
Gang-banged by your manager, fella
Getting money out your ass like a mothaf*cking Ready Teller
Giving up the dollar bills
Now they got The Villain with a purse and high-heels
So don't believe what Ren say
Cause he's going out like Kunte Kinte
But I got a whip for ya, Toby
Used to be my homie, now you act like you don't know me
It's a case of divide-and-conquer
Cause you let a Jew break up my crew
House nigga gotta run and hide
Yelling Compton, but you moved to Riverside
So don't front, MC Ren
Cause I remember when you drove a B-210
Broke as a mothaf*cking joke
Let you on the scene to back up the First Team
It ain't my fault, one nigga got smart
And they ripping your asshole apart
By taking your green
Oh yeah, The Villain does get f*cked with no vaseline

[Hook]
Now you're getting done without vaseline
Now you're getting done without vaseline
Now you're getting done without vaseline
Damn, it feels good to see people, on it

[Verse 3]
I never have dinner with the President
I never have dinner with the President
I never have dinner with the President
And when I see your ass again, I'll be hesitant
Now I think you a snitch
Throw a house nigga in a ditch
Half-pint bitch, f*cking your homeboys, you little maggot
Eazy E turned faggot
With your manager, fella
F*cking MC Ren, Dr. Dre, and Yella
But if they were smart as me
Eazy-E a'be hanging from a tree
With no vaseline
Just a match and a little bit of gasoline
Light em up, burn em up, flame on
Till that Jheri curl is gone
On a permanent vacation
Off the massa plantation
Heard you both got the same bank account
Dumb nigga, what you thinking bout
Get rid of that Devil real simple
Put a bullet in his temple
Cause you can't be the Nigga 4 Life crew
With a White Jew telling you what to do
Pulling wools with your scams
Now I gotta play the Silence of the Lambs
With a midget who's a punk, too
Tryin' to f*ck me, but I'd rather f*ck you
Eric Wright, punk, always into something
Gettin' f*cked at night
By Mista Shitpacker
Bend over for the goddamn cracker
No Vaseline

---

Nuthin' But A "G" Thang

(Dr. Dre)

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
1, 2, 3 and to the 4
Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the door
Ready to make an entrance so back on up
(Cause you know we're about to rip shit up)
Give me the microphone first so I can bust like a bubble
Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble
Ain't nothing but a G thang, baby
Two loc'ed out niggas so we're crazy
Death Row is the label that pays me
Unfadeable so please don't try to fade this (Hell yeah)
But um, back to the lecture at hand
Perfection is perfected, so I'mma let 'em understand
From a young G's perspective
And before me dig out a bitch I have to find a contraceptive
You never know, she could be earning her man
And learning her man (and at the same time burning her man)
Now you know I ain't with that shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it (Yeah)
And that's realer than Real-Deal Holyfield
And now you hookers and hoes know how I feel
Well, if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk
I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff

[Hook: Dr. Dre and Snoop]
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom

[Verse 2: Dr. Dre]
Well I'm peeping and I'm creeping and I'm creep-in
But I damn near got caught, cause my beeper kept beeping
Now it's time for me to make my impression felt
So sit back, relax and strap on your seat belt
You never been on a ride like this before
With a producer who can rap and control the maestro
At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick
You know and I know, I flow some old funky shit
To add to my collection, the selection
Symbolizes dope, take a toke but don't choke
If you do, you'll have no clue
On what me and my homie Snoop Dogg came to do

[Hook 2: Dr. Dre and Snoop]
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this and who gives a f*ck about those
So just chill till the next episode

[Post-Hook: Kid Dynamite and Public Enemy (Congress Alley)]
You’ve got the feeling
To rock the other side
You’ve got the feeling
(Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
Falling back on that ass, with a hellafied gangsta lean
Getting funky on the mic like a old batch of collard greens
It's the capital S, oh yes I'm fresh, N double-O P
D O double G Y, D O double G, ya see
Showing much flex when it's time to wreck a mic
Pimping hoes and clocking a grip like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it don't quit
I think they in the mood for some mothaf*ckin' G shit
(Hell yeah) so Dre (What's up Dogg?)
Gotta give them what they want (What's that, G?)
We gotta break 'em off something (Hell yeah)
And it's gotta be bumping, (City of Compton)

[Verse 4: Dr. Dre]
Is where it takes place so, when asked, your attention
Mobbing like a motherf*cker but I ain't lynching
Dropping the funky shit that's making the sucker niggas mumble
When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie: they all crumble
Try to get close, and your ass'll get smacked
My motherf*ckin' homie Doggy Dogg has got my back
Never let me slip, cause if I slip then I'm slipping
But if I got my Nina then you know I'm straight tripping
And I'mma continue to put the rap down, put the mack down
And if you bitches talk shit, I'll have to put the smack down
Yeah and you don't stop
I told you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I tock
But I'm never off, always on to the break of dawn
C-O-M-P-T-O-N and the city they call Long Beach
Putting the shit together
Like my nigga D.O.C., no one can do it better

[Hook 3: Dr. Dre and Snoop]
Like this, that and this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this and who gives a f*ck about those?
So just chill till the next episode

[Post-Hook] x3