MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
n.w.a. - fuck tha police
Fuck tha police
Comin straight from the underground
Young nigga got it bad cuz I'm brown
And not the other color so police think
They have the authority to kill a minority
Fuck that shit, cuz I ain't tha one
For a punk muthafucka with a badge and a gun
To be beatin on, and throwin in jail
We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell
Fuckin with me cuz 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
Then me and Lorenzo rollin in the Benzo
Beat tha police outta shape
And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape
To tape off the scene of the slaughter
Still can't swallow 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
Cuz they slam ya down to the street top
Black police showin out for the white cop
Ice Cube will swarm
On any muthafucka in a blue uniform
Just cuz I'm from the CPT, punk police are afraid of me
A young nigga on a warpath
And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath
Of cops, dyin in LA
Yo Dre, I got somethin to say
Fuck the police (4x)
Example of scene one:
Pull your goddamn ass over right now.
Ah shit, what the fuck you pullin me over for?
Cuz I feel like it. Just sit your ass on the curb and shut the fuck up
Man, fuck this shit
Alright smartass, I'm takin' your black ass to jail.
M. C. Ren, will you please give your testimony to the jury about this fucked up
incident.
Fuck tha police and Ren said it with authority
because the niggaz on the street is a majority.
A gang, is with whoever I'm stepping
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
To the 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, I'ma fuck you up
Make ya think I'm a kick your ass
But drop your gat, and Ren's gonna blast
I'm sneaky as fuck when it comes to crime
But I'm a smoke em now, and not next time
Smoke any muthafucka that sweats me
Or any assho 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 muthafuckin villian that's mad
With potential to get bad as fuck
So I'm a turn it around
Put in my clip, yo, and this is the sound
Ya, 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 (4x)
Yo, man, what you need?
Police, open now. We have a warrant for Eazy-E's arrest.
Get down and put your hands up where I can see em.
Just shut the fuck up and get your muthafuckin ass on the floor.
[huh?]
Yo Eazy-E, why don't you step up to the stand
and tell the jury how you feel abou this bullshit
I'm tired of the muthafuckin jackin
Sweatin my gang while I'm chillin in the shackin
Shining tha light in my face, and for what
Maybe it's because I kick so much butt
I kick ass, or maybe cuz I blast
On a stupid assed nigga when I'm playin with the trigga
Of any Uzi or an AK
Cuz the police always got somethin stupid to say
They put up my picture with silence
Cuz my identity by itself causes violence
The E with the criminal behavior
Yeah, I'm a gansta, but still I got flavor
Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucka in a uniform waitin to get shot,
By me, or another nigga.
and with a gat it don't matter if he's smarter or bigger
[Size don't mean 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 there's no cue, yo, so I can hear a
Dumb muthafucka with a gun
And if I'm rollin off the 8, he'll be tha one
That I take out, and then get away
And while I'm drivin off laughin
This is what I'll say
Fuck the police (4x)
The verdict.
The jury has found you guilty of bein a redneck,
whitebread, chickenshit muthafucka.
Wait, that's a lie. That's a goddamn lie.
I want justice! I want justice!
Fuck you, you black muthafucka!
Fuck the police (3x)
n.w.a. - express yourself
Yo, man
There's a lot of brothers out there flakin' and perpetratin
But scared to kick reality.
Yo Dre, you've been doing all this dope producing
You had a chance to show 'em what time it is
So, what you want me to do?
Express Yourself
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
Ice Cube, its not for the pop chart
So where should a brother start expressin yourself
My boy'll show you how
Yo Dre
What Up?
Drop English Right about
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
A lyricist
Yo Dre is the name for that makes sumthin dope on a record
thats wot he came for
Kickin reality understand himself but its important that u keep it in mind to
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
n.w.a. - boyz n the hood
N.W.A. - Boyz-N-The-Hood (remix)
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' about 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 4
Jockin' the bitches, slappin' the ho's
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckle-heads out there cold shootin' some hoops
A car pulls up, who can it be?
A fresh El Camino rollin Kilo G
He rolls down his window and he started to say
It's all about makin' that GTA
Cuz the boyz in the 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 said shit...
[]
Donald B's in the place to give me the pace
He said my man JD is on freebase
The boy JD was a friend of mine
'Till I caught him in my car tryin' to steal a Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly mothafucka pulled out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gage
One sucker dead, L.A. times front page
Cuz the boyz in the 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 said shit...
[]
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 64 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 ho said something 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 ho'
Her father jumped out and he started to shout
So I threw a right-cross and knocked his old ass out
Cuz the boyz in the 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 said shit...
[]
I'm rollin' hard now I'm under control
Then wrapped the 64 '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 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 beat for resistin' arrest
He socked the pig in his head for rippin' his Guess
Now G is caught for doin' the crime
Forth afence on the boy, he'll do some time
Cuz the boyz in the 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 said shit ...
[]
I went to get them out but there was no bail
The fellows Caused a riot in the county jail
Two days later in municipal court
Kilo G on trial cold cut a fart
Disruption of a court, said the judge
On a six years 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 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
Cuz the boyz in the 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 said shit ...
n.w.a. - 100 miles and runnin
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!
n.w.a. - gangsta gangsta
N.W.A. - Gangsta Gangsta
Verse One: 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 fucka from around the way
Since I was a youth, I smoked weed out
Now I'm the mutha fucka that ya read about
Takin' a life or two
that's what the hell I do, you don't like how I'm livin
well fuck you!
This is a gang, and I'm in it
My man Dre'll fuck you up in a minute
With a right left, right left you're toothless
And then you say goddamn they ruthless!
Everwhere we go they say [damn!]
N W A's fuckin' up tha program
And then you realize we don't care
We don't just say no, we to busy sayin' yeah!
To drinkin' straight out the eight bottle
Do I look like a mutha fuckin role model?
To a kid lookin' up ta me
Life ain't nothin but bitches and money.
Cause I'm tha type o' nigga that's built ta last
If ya fuck wit me I'll put a foot in ya ass
See I don't give a fuck 'cause I keep bailin
Yo, what the fuck are they yellin
Chorus:
Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
"It's not about a salary, it's all about reality" -
KRS One
Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
"Hopin you sophisticated motherfuckers hear what I have to
say"
Verse Two: Ice Cube
When me and my posse stepped in the house
All the punk-ass niggaz start breakin out
Cause you know, they know whassup
So we started lookin for the bitches with the big butts
Like her, but she keep cryin
"I got a boyfriend" Bitch stop lyin
Dumb-ass hooker ain't nuttin but a dyke
Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like
Walked over to em, and said, "Whassup?"
The first nigga that I saw, hit em in the jaw
Ren started stompin em, and so did E
By that time got rushed by security
Out the door, but we don't quit
Ren said, "Let's start some shit!"
I got a shotgun, and here's the plot
Takin niggaz out with a flurry of buckshots
Boom boom boom, yeah I was gunnin
And then you look, all you see is niggaz runnin
and fallin and yellin and pushin and screamin
and cussin, I stepped back, and I kept bustin
And then I realized it's time for me to go
So I stopped, jumped in the vehicle
It's like this, because of that who-ride
N.W.A. is wanted for a homicide
Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last
Fuck wit me, I'll put my foot in your ass
See I don't give a fuck, cause I keep bailin
Yo, what the fuck are they yellin?
Chorus:
Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
"It's not about a salary, it's all about reality" -
KRS One
Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
"He'll tell you exactly how he feel, and don't want a
fuckin thing back"
Verse Three: Ice Cube
Homies all standin around, just hangin
Some dope-dealin, some gang-bangin
We decide to roll and we deep
See a nigga on Dayton's and we creep
Real slow, and before you know
I had my shotgun pointed in the window
He got scared, and hit the gas
Right then, I knew I has to smoke his ass
He kept rollin, I jumped in the bucket
We couldn't catch him, so I said fuck it
Then we headed right back to the fort
Sweatin all the bitches in the biker shorts
We didn't get no play, from the ladies
With six niggaz in a car are you crazy?
She was scared, and it was showin
We all said "Fuck you bitch!" and kept goin
To the hood, and we was fin to
Find somethin else to get into
Like some pussy, or in fact
A bum rush, but we call it rat pack
On a nigga for nuttin at all
Ice Cube'll go stupid when I'm full of eight ball
I might stumble, but I won't lose
Now I'm dressed in the county blues
Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last
If you Fuck wit me, I'll put my foot in your ass
I don't give a fuck, cause I keep bailin
Yo, what the fuck are they yellin?
Interlude: Ice Cube, Dr. Dre
[Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut this shit]
{Man whatcha gonna do now?}
"What we're gonna do right here is go way back"
[How far you goin back?]
"Way back"
"As we go a lil somethin like this" - Slick Rick
Here's a lil gangsta, short in size
A t-shirt and Levi's is his only disguise
Built like a tank yet hard to hit
Ice Cube and Eazy E cold runnin shit
Verse Four: Eazy E, MC Ren
Well I'm Eazy E the one they're talkin about
Nigga tried to roll the dice and just crapped out
Police tried to roll, so it's time to go
I creeped away real slow and jumped in the six-fo'
Wit the "Diamond in the back, sun-roof top"
Diggin the scene with the gangsta lean
Cause I'm the E, I don't slang or bang
I just smoke motherfuckers like it ain't no thang
And all you bitches, you know I'm talkin to you
"We want to fuck you Eazy!" I want to fuck you too
Cause you see, I don't really take no shit
[So let me tell you motherfuckers who you're fuckin with]
Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last
If you Fuck wit me, I'll put my foot in your ass
I don't give a fuck, cause I keep bailin
Yo, what the fuck are they yellin?
Chorus:
Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
"It's not about a salary, it's all about reality" -
KRS One
Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
"He'll fuck up you and yours, and anything that gets in his
way"
Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
"It's not about a salary, it's all about reality" -
KRS One
Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
"He'll just call you a low-life motherfucker, and talk
about your
funky ways"
n.w.a. - dopeman
N.W.A. - Dopeman
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please can I have another hit
The dope man said cluck I don't give a shit
If your girl kneels down and sucks my dick
It all happened and the guy tried to choke her
Nigga livin in cash selling to smokers
That's the way goes that's the name of the game
Young brotha gettin over by slangin cane
Gold around his neck 14 k he has it
Bitches on his dick 24-7 plus he's makin
Money keepin tha base heads waiting
Rollin 6.4. wit tha fresh ass daytons
Livin in Compton, Cailfona CA
His uzi up yo ass if he don't get paid
Nigga begging for credit he's knockin out teeth
Clockin much dollars on tha 1st and 15th
Big wad of money nuttin less than a twenty
Yo you want a five-oh the dope man gots plenty
To be a dope man boy you must qualify
Don't get high off your own supply
From a kid to a G it's all about money
10 peace base pipe comes free
If people out there are not hip 2 tha fact
If you see some one gettin money 4 crack he's
tha
Chorus:
dope man dope man
hey man give me a hit
dope man dope man
hey yo fuck that shit
dope man dope man
we just can't quit
dope man dope man
well suck this bitch
Verse Two: Ice Cube
(dr dre)
wait a minute who tha fuck are you talkin 2 do u know who i am
i can't believe this this bitch iz tryin 2 gank me
i'll slap you up side yo head wit 9 inches of limp dick
[Ice Cube]
you need a nigga wit money so u get a dope man
juice that fool 4 has much as u can
she likes his car and he gets wit her
got a black eye cuz tha dope man hit her
let that slide and u pay it no mind
find he's slapping u all tha time
that's ok cuz he'z rich and u ain't
nuttin but tha dope man'z bitch do what he say and
u keep yo mouth shut popin that trash
might get you fucked up you'll sit and cry
if tha dope man strikes you he don't give a fuck
he gots 2 just like you
There's a another girl in tha dopeman's life
Not quite a bitch but far from a wife
shes called strawberry and everybody know
strawberry strawberry iz tha neighborhood hoe
do any thing for a hit are 2 give tha bitch a rock
and she will fuck your hole damn crew
it might be yo wife and it might make u sick
come home and see her mouth on tha dopeman's dick
strawberry just look around you'll see her
But don't fuck around she'll give you gonnorhea
if people out there ain't hip to the fact
strawberry iz a girl selling pussy 4 crack
chorus
dope man dope man
hey man give me a hit
dope man dope man
hey yo man fuck that shit
dope man dope man
in yo face
hey yo dre bring in tha bass
Eazy E (as mexican guy)
yo mr dope man you think
your slick you sold crack 2 my sister and now shes sick but if
she
happens 2 die becuzz
of yo drug i'm puttin in yo quto a 38
n.w.a. - compton s n the house
N.W.A. - Compton's N 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 out there
To the people, the people, the people, 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 these killings
I got money to the ceiling [why's that?]
Cuz I'm a mothafuckin' ruthless villain
MC Ren - stamping 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 put o' wacky wack crews
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 a 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 crip to pretend when I'm seen
I punch you can block it but I'm a still get in
This ain't a TK yo in the first
But it's some shit from a nigga in black it's much worse
Then a beat from Tyson cuz Ren is not nice and
Your ass is better off just rollin' a dice and
Findin' you a number for luck
Cuz 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 cuz I don't care yo
Rap fight or guerilla warfare
We can rumble, cuz when my lungs go in and out
I kick rhymes in a bundle to win about
Or scarier scaffle
I just muffle the eye position, 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
Cuz 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 ..
n.w.a. - a bitch is a bitch
[Eazy-E]
Oh, shit. I guess there's one less bitch you gotta worry about.
[Narrator]
Let's describe a certain female. A female with the disease of character
and attitude. If you will, a snob. However, in a view of NWA...
[Ice Cube]
A bitch is a bitch (bitch)
So if I'm poor or rich (word up)
I talk in the exact same pitch
Now, the title bitch don't apply to all women
But all women have a little bitch in 'em (yeah)
It's like a disease that's plagues their character
Takin' the women of America (yeah)
And it starts with a letter B
It makes a girl like that think she better than me (bitch)
See, some get mad and some just bury
But, yo, if the shoe fits wear it (wear it)
It makes 'em go deaf in the ear
That's why when you say 'hi' she won't say 'hi'
Are you the kind that think you're too damn fly?
Bitch eat shit 'n die (ha, ha)
Ice cube comin' at you at crazy pitch
(Why?) I think a bitch is a bitch
'Who the fuck you think you're callin' a bitch you little sorry muthafucka?
I dunno who the fuck you think you're talkin' to. Let me tell you one
muthafuckin' thang, I'm not a...' [Eazy E] 'Bitch, shut the fuck up.'
Yo, you can tell a girl that's out for the money (How?)
She look good and the bitch walk funny
She ain't no dummy she's rather conniving
Yo, bitch fuck when I'm driving
See a young nigga that's striving
You're thru' without a BMW
That's why a bitch is a bitch
I guess, or either P-M-S
Here, test the girl that's kinda snobby (a'ight)
And I bet you disin niggas is her hobby
And after she finished the test
Write today a B-I-T-C-H
And watch her get mad 'cause she know it's true (she know it)
But a nigga like me, I say 'fuck you'
Do like Ice Cube, slam her ass in a ditch (slam her ass)
'Cause a bitch is a bitch
'Why I gonna be a bitch?'
'I ain't call you no bitch. If you'd listen to a goddamn song it'd tell
you what a bitch is.'
'Fuck the song 'cause I'm not no muthafuckin' bitch.'
'I didn't say you was a bitch.'
'Fuck you, punk-ass nigga!'
'Fuck you, bitch!
'Fuck you! Who the fuck you think you are?
'Fuck you! Suck my dick, bitch!
I once knew a bitch who got a slack
'Cause she playing me like she was all that
A bitch can be your best friend talking behind your back (yeah)
About who's fucking who and who's getting fat
Look at yourself for me, (look bitch)
Now do you fall in this category?
Or you're the kind that won't bleak
'Cause you don't think, your shit stinks
Luckily I haven't had a drink
'Cause I'll down you ass
Than I'll clown your ass
'Cause the niggas I hang with ain't rich (I ain't rich)
We're all saying 'Fuck you bitch!' (Word up!)
Now, what I can do with a hoe like you
Bend your ass over then I'm thru'
Cause you see Ice Cube ain't takin' no shit
(Why?) 'Cause I think a bitch is a bitch
[Narrator]
There you have it. The description of a bitch. Now ask yourself,
are they talking about you? Are you that funky, dirty, money-hungry,
scandalous, stuck-up, hair piece contact wearing bitch? Yep, you
probably are.
Bitch!
n.w.a. - approach to danger
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-desctruct 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 strangeler,
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 niggaz left.
So many people looking for hope, they're broke,
without checking the fingerprints on the motherfuckers' throat.
A heart of steal can reveil the real nigga in me,
so figuring to see the D-E-A-D
bodies like a nigga's straight walking in a cemetary,
so it's very necesarry to carry ammunition for niggaz 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 wanna 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 wanna 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)
n.w.a. - 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 3 words, man :
Stop no and don't [oh shit]
I said biiiittttttcchh ...
You don't have to front on me dear, [don't front me..]
So why don't you just give that pussy hair? [hehehe ahah]
If you'd be good to me, [yeah yeah]
Ohh i'll be good to you, [ahahha]
And we'll both ride home in my automobile... [fuckin' head in this car]
All that i want is a little puss' [that's all he wants]
All that i want is just a little head [ahaha just a little bit]
If you'd be good to me, [good]
Ohh i'll be good to you, [ah]
And we'll both ride home in my automobile...
You don't have to front on me bitch, [don't front on me muthafuckin' bitch]
Don't be afraid - it's only a dick [ahaha it's only a dick .. ]
Give up the pussy soon, [yeah soon]
All i want is a little, [little]
Oh get your groopy ass up my hotel room [ahhhhhhhuuu]
Oh get your groopy ass up my hotel room [get out get out...]
All i want is the pussy [ha!]
All i want is the pussy [pussy]
All i want is the pussy [godamn right!]
All i want is the pussy [pussy pussy pussy pussy..]
If you'd be good to me, [yeah, ho']
Ohh i'll be good to you,
And we'll both ride home in my automobile [kick some more shit]
We'll both ride home in my automobile... [ah yeah]
If you'd be good to me,[yeah baby]
Ohh i'll be good to you
And we'll both ride home in my automobile
n.w.a. - alwayz into somethin
N.W.A. - 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'
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