• Nwa - Maino
• Straight Outta Compton - N.W.A.
• Something Like That - N.W.A.
• Something 2 Dance 2 - N.W.A.
• She Swallowed It - N.W.A.
• Sa Prize (part 2) - N.W.A.
• Real Niggaz - N.W.A.
• Quiet On The Set - N.W.A.
• Parental Discretion Iz Advised - N.W.A.
• One Less Bitch - N.W.A.
• Niggaz 4 Life - N.W.A.
• Live Intro (1989) - N.W.A.
• Just Don't Bite It - N.W.A.
• If It Ain't Ruff - N.W.A.
• I Ain't tha One - N.W.A.
• Gangsta, Gangsta - N.W.A.
• Fuck tha Police - N.W.A.
• Express Yourself - N.W.A.
• Don't Drink That Wine - N.W.A.
• Compton's N The House - N.W.A.
• Cash Money (Insert) - N.W.A.
• Boyz-N-The-Hood (remix) - N.W.A.
• Approach To Danger - N.W.A.
• Appetite 4 Destruction - N.W.A.
• Alwayz Into Somethin - N.W.A.
• A Bitch Is A Bitch - N.W.A.
• 8 Ball - N.W.A.
• 100 Miles And Running - N.W.A.
• 100 Miles and Runnin' - N.W.A.
• Chin Check - N.W.A.
• Toughest Man Alive - N.W.A.
• Sa Prize (Part 2) [fuck The Police, Part 2] - N.W.A.
• Protest - N.W.A.
• Findum Fuckum & Flee - N.W.A.
• Drink It Up - N.W.A.
• Quiet On Tha Set - N.W.A.
• Prelude - N.W.A.
• Live intro - N.W.A.
• I Ain't Tha 1 - N.W.A.
• Findum Fuckum And Flee - N.W.A.
• Boyz-n-the Hood - N.W.A.
• Appetite For Destruction - N.W.A.
• Always Into Somethin' - N.W.A.
• A Bitch Iz A Bitch - N.W.A.
• 8 Ball (remix) - N.W.A.
• Tuffest Man Alive - N.W.A.
• The Dayz Of Wayback - N.W.A.
• Real Niggaz Don't Die - N.W.A.
• Panic Zone - N.W.A.
• L.A. Is The Place - N.W.A.
• Hello - N.W.A.
• Fat Girl - N.W.A.
• Dopeman - N.W.A.
• Automobile - N.W.A.
• Arrested (Insert) - N.W.A.
• 1-900-2-Compton - N.W.A.
• I'd Rather Fuck You - N.W.A.

[Intro:]
Yeah (Uh Hu) East New York,
Hustle Hard, Gmg, Bed-Stuy Nigga,
(Ya Heard, Black Flag) Murda, Wat Up Nigga?
Maino, Wat Da Fuck Going On Man?
(Im Here Man) These Niggaz Aint Even Ready Man Ya Heard,
(Im Ready To Catch A Body Again) (Me Too Man, Im Just, Dat's Just Da Feelin)
[Maino:]
Yeah Muthafuckas Hate Wat Dey Can't Be,
Fear Wat Dey Can't Beat,
No Matter How Dey Try, Dey Can't Touch Wat Dey Can't See,
You Ready Dawg?
[Uncle Murda:]
Im Ready Dawg, Murda Let Dat Semi Off,
Have His Mama Like “wat Da Fuck Dey Had To Kill Him For?”
[Maino:]
But Dat Was Her Only Child.
[Uncle Murda:]
But He Never Made Her Proud,
Finally She Wanted Da Knucklehead To Get Gunned Down,
[Maino:]
(Damn) It Is Wat It Is,
We Aint Rappers, We Shooters Man,
Dis Da Rebirth Of [Tonton Schooler?] Man,
Got These Niggaz Shook To Death,
[Uncle Murda:]
To Da Death.
[Maino:]
Back To Back.
[Uncle Murda:]
Tec For Tec.
[Maino:]
Mac To Mac.
[Uncle Murda:]
Extra Clip.
[Maino:]
These Niggaz Is Scared Dat.
[Uncle Murda:]
Pop Em Up,
Hit Em Up,
Dat's Blood He Spittin Up,
[Maino:]
Im Da Hand Of God,
He Going To Jesus To Pick Him Up,
Murda, Wat You Tryna To Do?
[Uncle Murda:]
Maino, Wat You Tryna To Do?
[Maino:]
Im Tryna Catch A Body Son.
[Uncle Murda:]
Im Tryna Catch A Body Too.
[Maino:]
We All Coke Offenders.
[Uncle Murda:]
Call Da Cops To Come Get Us.
[Both:]
Stand In Front Of Da Judge Like “fuck It Give Us Our Sentenceä.
[Hook: D.V. Alias Khryst {Maino} (Uncle Murda)]
We Send Them To The Wars Cause You Don't Really Want No Problems With Us,
{We Hit Em Like...}
We Drag Em To The Back Of The Alley For Even Uttering Words About Us.
(We Hit Em Like...)
So Sorry's Out Your Face, We Leanin But This Aint A Dance We Do,
{We Hit Em Like...}
[{Maino} (Uncle Murda):]
{You Get Em} (Yeah)
(I Split Em) {Yeah}
{I Twist Em} (Yeah)
(I Flip Em) {Yeah}
{You Lift Em} (Yeah)
{We Hit Em Like...}
[Uncle Murda:]
Oh Ima Shoot Em In His Head,
[Maino:]
And Ima Hit Em In His Neck,
[Uncle Murda:]
We Got Da Kinda Name,
[Maino:]
Dat You Niggaz Gon Respect,
[Uncle Murda:]
Ima Take Dat Nigga Chain,
[Maino:]
All I Need Is Da Watch,
[Uncle Murda:]
Before We Take His Life,
[Maino:]
We Take Everything He Got,
[Uncle Murda:]
Ima Movement By Myself,
[Maino:]
And Ima Movement By Myself,
But Together We A Force,
[Both:]
Niggaz Lives Gon Get Lost,
You Fuckin Wit A “gä,
[Maino:]
Ima Mufuckin Ryder
[Uncle Murda:]
Im Mr. Shoot-You-Up,
[Maino:]
And Im Da Getaway Driver,
Look Man I Does Wat Da Killers Do,
You Know How These Killers Do?,
Got Some Real Niggaz Out In Philly, Dat Some Killers Too.
[Cassidy:]
Ima Pro, So Da Flow So Beautiful,
If I Aint Da Truth In Da Booth Then You,
You Delusional!
I Fuck Wit Men Dat Be Hustlin Like I Used To Do,
But I Don't Move Pharmaceuticals, Im More Musical,
I Be Rhymin Cause Findin A Job Is Unusual,
And Workin A 9 To 5 Aint Cool To Do,
Da Pay They Pay You Da Day Is Unsuitable,
Dat's Why Workin At A Job, I Refuse To Do,
For Real, But Da Media Be Confusin You,
Dey Said I Had Price On My Head,
Dem Niggaz Foolin You,
If I Had A Price On My Head,
I'd Put Twice Da Bread & They'll Be Dead,
Dey Gon Shoot At Who?
I Got Da Loot To Get Plenty Niggaz To Shoot At You,
And I'll Shoot It Too, But You Know Dem Lil Dudes'll Do,
Dey Aint Sparkin Dey Barkin Just Like A Poodle Do,
And I Could Prove It Too Dat Da Problem Is Unsolutional.
[Hook: D.V. Alias Khryst {Maino} (Uncle Murda)]
We Send Em To The Wars Cause You Don't Really Want No Problems With Us,
{We Hit Em Like...}
We Drag Em To The Back Of The Alley For Even Uttering Words About Us.
(We Hit Em Like...)
So Sorry's Out Your Face, We Leanin But This Aint A Dance We Do,
{We Hit Em Like...}
[{Maino} (Uncle Murda)]
{You Get Em} (Yeah)
(I Split Em) {Yeah}
{I Twist Em} (Yeah)
(I Flip Em) {Yeah}
{You Lift Em} (Yeah)
{We Hit Em Like...}
[Outro:]
Now Dat Is How You Kill A Muthafucka (Ya Heard Hahaha)
I-I Like-I Like When A Bullet Go In A Muthafucka Head Man,
I Like Seeing A Nigga Bleed & Shit Man.
(Yeah Man) Dis Dat Shoot-Em-Up, Bang-Bang Shit Man,
Dis Aint None Of Dat Positive, Dis Is All Negative Rap Right Here Nigga Ya Heard.
(Brooklyn, Promoting Violence Nigga, Bed-Stuy, East New York)
Get Ya Gunz Up Niggaz (Yeah)
Cassidy, Wat Up?
Wats Going On Nigga?
Khryst, Wat Up Muthafucka?
(My Nigga Khryst On Da Hook) (Ya Heard)
Brooklyn (Maino) Uncle Murda
(We Doin Wat We Do My Nigga) Ya Heard

You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge
[Verse One: Ice Cube]
Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube
From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes
When I'm called off, I got a sawed off
Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off
You too, boy, if ya fuck with me
The police are gonna hafta come and get me
Off yo ass, that's how I'm goin out
For the punk motherfuckers 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 motherfucker 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 motherfuckin 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 motherfuckers see clearly
that I'm down with the capital C-P-T
Boy you can't fuck with me
So when I'm in your neighborhood, you better duck
Coz Ice Cube is crazy as fuck
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 motherfucker and you know this
But the pussy ass niggaz don't show this
But I don't give a fuck, 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 motherfucker 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 muthafucker from tha street
Attitude legit cause I'm tearin up shit
MC Ren controls the automatic
For any dumb muthafucker 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 motherfuckin 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 motherfucker raises hell
And if I ever get caught I make bail
See, I don't give a fuck, that's the problem
I see a motherfuckin 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 fuck 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? Fuck 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 fuck with me
You'll get taken by a stupid dope brotha who will smother
word to the motherfucker, straight outta Compton
[Chorus:]
(City of Compton, City of Compton)

[Dre] Ah yeah, yo Ren, yo ready to do this shit ?
[Ren] Yeah, Dre, let's rip shit up
[Dre] Hey, yo Yella Boy, why don't you kick me one of them
funky beats ?
[Ren] Yo, we got my homeboy Eazy E in the house
[Dre] Compton's definately in the house. Yo Ren, whatta we gonna
call this ? Tell'em what yo name is ?
[Ren] Yeah something like that
[Dre] Allright, let's kick this shit on the one
Kick it
[Ren]
Back by demand, now it's big as fuck
because you as the public, you should know what's up
"Compton's in the House" was more than gold, it was a hit
cause it was based on some crazy shit
So our final conclusion has been permitted
Punks made us a target and knew that we'd hit it
But that was a part of showbizz
[Dre]
Hey yo homeboy, why don't you tell'em what your name is ?
[Ren (Dre)]
Well for the record it's Ren, and for the street it's villain
And strapped with a gat, it's more like Matt Dillon
on "Gunsmoke", but not a man of the law
I'm just the baddest motherfucker that you ever saw
See, I peep and then I creep on a fool
Get my bloodpressure high but still stay cool
Dig a grave of a nigga lookin' up to me
that really had the nerve that he could fuck with me
Who was the man in the mass, while I was waitin' to axe
you know, it's MC Ren kickin' mucho ass
Gettin' respect in showbizz
Hey yo homeboy (Whassup ?) Why don't you tell'em what yo name is ?
[Dre]
Dre, the motherfuckin' doctor, bitch hopper
The sucker-motherfucker stopper
Back with a vocal track that's a fresh one
so now, let's get the motherfuckin' session
goin', flowin'. It's time to start throwin'
rhymes. So keep in mind all the suckers I'm blowin'
cause I'm a start showin' the time
Never sayin' I'm the best and just goin' for mine
Unlike a lotta suckers who claim they're gettin' busy
when their records only make good frisbees
You need to stop runnin' off the mouth
Stop and think before you put some whack bullshit out
It's not difficult, in fact it's kinda simple
to create something funky that's original
You need to talk about the place to be
who you are, what you got, about a suck MC
[Dre] Oh yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about, Ren,
You know what I'm sayin' ?
[Ren] Yeah, I know what you're sayin', Dre, but you
still ain't told'em enough, man
[Dre] Allright, Allright
Well, let's kick one more verse right here, allright
Kick it
[Dre & Ren]
This is portable, something to fuck with yo ear
Ren and Dre will appear when the sound is clear
to fuck it up like we always do, and that's the trick
Sayin' some shit to make the bitches wanna suck our dicks
But it's an everyday thang
communicating to y'all with the Compton slang
Compton's back in the house and your appartment
so open your door, by the way, so we can start it
Test the monitors and call this mic
cause the way we feel, we're gonna fuck it up tonight
I got my mic in my hand, with a hell of a grip
Bitches screamin' and shit, now it's a trip
Waitin' for the grand finale, or the end
or stupid rhymes set be Dre and Ren
Well, like a kid, we get new shoes and go faster
Smilin', like hell, as we move past the
suckers, the motherfuckers with the ego hype
cause we're positive and they're on a negative type
and if think we're about to quit...
motherfucker you ain't heard shit
[Dre] Yeah, that shit was funky, you know what I'm sayin', Ren ?
[Ren] I know what you're sayin', this is MC Ren and Dr.Dre
cold kickin' it in the place
[Dre] Ah yeah, my mellow Eazy E in the house
Yella Boy in the house
my boy Ice Cube
Arabian Prince cold rockin' shit
[Ren] Oh yeah, hey, I'm a say whassup to my homeboys from CNW
[Dre] Yeah, hey, yo Ren, whatta we gonna call this shit ?
Tell'em what yo name is ?

Yo give me somethin' to dance to
Calling the police, Calling the g-men
Calling all americans
Arabian Prince, back wit' a style that's hype
Not slow and low, it's the fast type
Gettin dumped, can you hear the drums
Yo Dre why don't you pump it up some
I pumped it up so now what's up
Yo Yella boy, add a little cut
What the hell, you think we need some bells
Yeah, homeboy, might as well
There it is, so now what's next
A little ssssssssssss
So find me a ho, wait a minute
You need somethin' else then
This is what I want you to do
Feel the groove, bust a move
Yo I'm tired, what about you
Man this is somethin' to dance to
Man that's wack, everybody used that
Yo, why dont you bring back the other track
Yeah there you go that's what I'm sayin
I like it when that dope stuffs playin
Real loud, in ya ear hole
Man let's go, I think my feet are swoll' from dancin' so damn much
Maaaaaan, I don't give a what
You wanna leave? With all these females pullin on my sleeve
I bet, you can jet, homeboy, no sweat
This is what I want you to do
Feel the groove, bust a move
This is somethin' to dance to
Let the bass kick

Lesson 2: Gently place the balls into the mouth and ..
HAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM..
get it all baby ..
get it all baby ..
get it all baby ..
"what you want me to do with it?"
don't matter just don't bite it
she swallowed it ..
suck this dick for daddy
she swallowed it ..
usin' that lips
she swallowed it ..
it's the world's biggest dick
"what do you want me to do with it?"
don't matter just don't bite it
Slow is the tempo
Now talkin' but an info
So peep it up here goes the info
This is the bitches and the ho's crew
She get it as much we make bets on who's the ho's we'd love to go through
And for the shit that she does give her a drum role
Because the dumb bitch licks out the asshole
And a list of videotaper
And if you got a gang of niggaz, the bitch would let you rape her
She likes suckin' on dicks, and lickin' up nutz
And they even take de broomstick at the butt
Just to say that she did it with a rapper
But the pussy was more fishy than red snapper
"But how many licks would it take" She ax's
"To make MC Ren start gooshin' up vanilla shake"
She took her tongue out her mouth, put it on top
Like a cherry, started movin' it like a snake and it was very Irresistable
I could'nt pay the bitch to quit
Cuz the ho' was doin' some ole' crazy shit
That made me start havin' a fit'
Cuz the bitch sucks de hellified dick .. (suck this dick)
"It's the world's biggest dick"
Don't matter just don't bite it
"It's the world's biggest dick"
Don't matter just don't bite it
"What do you want me to do with it?"
Don't matter just don't bite it
She swallowed it .. Get it all baby!
Now one night night I was at a drive-in
And a car full of niggaz straight drove in
I thought they wuz commin' to start trouble but no
Five niggaz in the back it was de neighborhood ho'
Now what do you expect they're gonna dogg her like a doggy
Thirty minutes later and the windowz are all foggy
And I'm off in my car havin' a fit' cuz de bitch that I'm with
Sayz no fuckin' on the 1st date shit
Now I'm like - Damn! I wish I was in the bucket
To be with 6 niggaz with the ho' and I can fuck it
So I told de ho' I was with that I'm goin' to de snack bar -
And got de fuck out de car.
Went to the bucket and I looked through the window
It was some niggaz that I knew they let me in yo
And my turn was like next
I could'nt see a face, all I saw was de pussy and the chest
I wanted to see the face, I felt the order
Peep over the seat - OH SHIT! it's the preacher's doughter!
And she's only 14 and a ho'
But the bitch sucks dick like a specialized pro
She looked at me, I was surprised
But was it passin' up the chance of my dick gettin' backtide
I told the bitch to do it quick :
"You little ho' hurry up and suck my dick!"
"It's the world's biggest dick"
Don't matter just don't bite it
"It's the world's biggest dick"
Don't matter just don't bite it
"What do you want me to do with it?"
Don't matter just don't bite it
She swallowed it .. Get it all baby!
Now I'm a break it down with a fact -
Since the last "Just don't bite it" girls don't know how to act
Sayin' that they never would suck a dick
But when they've tried it they could'nt quit
Cuz not even bustin' the bitches today they love the shit
And those are the main one's that say they don't do it
But MC Ren knowz the bitches are used to it
So fellows, next time they try to tell a lie
That they never suck a dick punch the bitch in the eye
And then the ho' will fall to the ground
Then you'll open up her mouth -
Put your dick in and move the shit around
And she'll catch on and start doin' it on de raw
Actin' like she's tryin' to suck a meet off a chicken bone
And then she won't let go
Because bitches suck nutt out of a dick just like dreino
Get the last drop, unclog in de back
Then the stupid bitch is at that with the same shit de next night
Because she just can't quit
Cuz she's addicted, addicted, addicted, addicted
she's addicted, addicted, she's addicted to suck a good dick
"It's the world's biggest dick"
Don't matter just don't bite it
"It's the world's biggest dick"
Don't matter just don't bite it
"What do you want me to do with it?"
Don't matter just don't bite it
She swallowed it .. Get it all baby!
"It's the world's biggest dick"
Don't matter just don't bite it
"It's the world's biggest dick"
Don't matter just don't bite it
"What do you want me to do with it?"
Don't matter just don't bite it

[Chorus:]
Fuck the police! Fuck, fuck, fuck the police!
(Fuck them motherfuckers!)
Fuck, fuck, fuck the police!
(Get paid back) You're motherfucking right, yo
[Verse One: Dr. Dre]
Fuck the motherfucking police!
They don't want peace, they want a nigga deceased
So he'll cease to be a problem, and by the way the perform
It seems the Klan gave the white police another uniform
And yo the black police, the house niggaz
They gave you a motherfucking gun, so I guess you figure
you made out, good to go, but you didn't know
They would stick your black ass back in the ghetto, yo
To kill another nigga, catch him with crack, in fact
Freebase - they put in the neighborhood in the first place
But the brothers ain't stupid, remember that
You got a gat, I got a gat, so whassup with that
A to the motherfuckin K
The last words you hear, then the smoke appears
Tears, from your motherfuckin family
They're starin at me, but I'm goin gun happy, fuck em!
Shootin everything in sight tonight's the night to get hyped
and fight for what's wrong, fuck what's right!
And by the way, my name is Dre
So listen up motherfucker to what I gotta say, yo
[Chorus:]
Fuck the police! Fuck, fuck, fuck the police
Fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck the police
(Now for the first episode)
[Episode One:]
Yeah that shit's hittin man, where the volume at?
Hold-up, hold-up, hold-up, one-time, one-time, one-time
Put the joint out! Put the joint out!
Hey you motherfuckers want to step out of the car?
Don't you know it's against the law to play music so god damn loud? Shut
the fuck up! Go to jail? Gimme that shit you was just smoking
Motherfuckers from high crime areas view the police as a threat
And that's some shit you betta not forget
[Verse Two: Eazy-E]
Eazy E's the name feared by most
When, a lil nigga is thrown in the pen
But on the streets there's two kinds of people
White rich fucks and the ones who get harassed like me
Pull over to the side, routine for me
Tearin up my shit, like they lookin for a key of cocaine
But they never find the shit
Ain't got nuttin better to do and nobody else to fuck wit
Thinkin everything is stolen
But can't face facts that a young black nigga's just rollin
Making more money than they ever make
Taking more shit than they ever take
Yo pigs are made to kill, and no regret and
keep your hand on your weapon shoot his ass and start steppin
Cause I'm a nigga that don't give a fuck about nothin
So let me explain a lil somethin, yo
See, I got this problem, a big problem...
Cops don't like me, so I don't like motherfucking cops
[Chorus:]
Fuck the police! Fuck, fuck, fuck the police
Fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck the police
[Fuck the police!]
[Episode Two:]
Get out of the fuckin car!
Wait a god damn minute what the hell did I do?
Hey just shut the fuck up black bitch
Wait a minute, you ain't gotta be pullin me by my motherfuckin hair! Let
go of my motherfuckin hair!
Hey just step the fuck back and shut up!
Get your motherfuckin hands off of me!
Calm down, calm down now... listen, we're gonna go around this corner, and
you're gonna suck me and my partner's dicks, or you're gonna
be one black dead nigger bitch
Police brutality is common in my neighborhood
That's why I hate them motherfuckers
[Verse Three: MC Ren]
I said fuck the police but with a little more force
And maybe now I get my point across
It's a lot here that's goin on, just open your eyes and look
Everyday a young nigga is took
Off the face of the street by a police
It's like they gotta a nigga chained on a short leash
You can't leave out the city that they shacked up
Cause if you do that's the right they got you jacked up
It's embarassin because you know they justice, but all you can do
is say fuck this, because if you move, that's all she wrote
So what? The excuse to shoot, or they rather stomp your head
til you're dead with the steel toe boot
Harassin me with some kind of mind game
Actin like a nigga just was born with a gang-name
You call that right but when you're black there's no right
Some recreational shit was only a gang fight
So shootin at the cops was a street thing
To waste time have to explain don't do cocaine
But everything was done just for peace
To retaliate, on the fuckin police, so I'm sayin
[Chorus:]
Fuck the police! Fuck, fuck, fuck the police!
Fuck
Fuck the police! Fuck, fuck the police!
(The final episode)
[Episode Three:]
Hey Juan, look at the piece of ass man
Watch out watch out watch out homes!
Oh shit man you fucked up, you hit a police car
I didn't see that piece of caca!
Better act like you don't speak ingles homes
What the fuck? Get your ass out of there, I've had enough
of your raggedy ass motherfuking shit!
No! No me pagan, por que me pagan, no! Por favor, no, no!
Por que?

[Mc Ren]
Prisoner like a hostage
Yo, you should of covered your muthafucking head like an ostrich
Deep in the dirt 'cause you's a sucker
And you ass up high so I can kick the muthafucker
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 fuck 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 muthafucking hip-hop maniac
Brainiac, so what you oughta do is step the fuck back
But how the fuck 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 muthafucking 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 muthafuckas 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 fuck about you
You can't harm me, alarm me
'Cause we're the generals in this fucking 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, fuck 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 muthafucking stage without nike's on
Don't say it's psychoand then you just might go
Mentally fucked up when I let the right blow
[Dre]
All these niggers wit the jibber jabber
But couldn't kill a fly wit a muthafucking sledge hammer
Gangstas in black are out there
But only because, yo, it's the shit we wear
On my muthafucking dick
But I'm a love it when you drop like a muthafucking brick
So, yo, step off, go to bed, 'cause if you're mislead
You get a muthafucking 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 muthafuckas 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 muthafucka 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 fucking bomb
Asking for fucking money, don't buy you a fucking 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 fucked 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 fucking ignore ya
Because my attitudes a little bigga
'Cause MC Ren is one of the real niggaz
[Dre]
Lost in a muthafucking world of madness
Sadness, but Dre is just a nigga that gladdest
Sucking muthafuckas 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 muthafucking doctor,never faking
Yo, Yella, kick the muthafucking break in
[Chorus]
[Ren]
NWA , straight ouut muthafucking Compton
Taking over shit in all of the 1990's
Yo, Dr. Dre, DJ Yella, Eazy-E

[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

[Dr. Dre]
One, two, three, kick it
[The D.O.C.]
Aiyyo Dre, what's goin on man? What's goin on?
Ay what ch'all gonna do for this last record?
Nah tell me what cha'all gonna do?
Okay, you want me to do the intro? Aight!
Parental discretion is advised for the moment
While I'm getting candid, now understand it
Ain't too typical in any way, though the pro
on the mic is the D.O. to the C. this is an intro
I know the DOC makes you want to take a valium
So buy a bucket cause upcomin is my album
And for the record, meanin my record, check it
Listen to the single and you'll be like, yo, I gotta get it
But in the meantime, listen to the rhyme
of the Dr. Dre, played wit N.W.A.
Yella's on the drum roll, rockin the beat
Aiyyo Dre, where's you gonna take this shit man?
[Dr. Dre]
Aiyyo, let's take it to the street (WORD UP!)
Let 'em understand perfection
Let knowledge be the tool for suckers to stop guessin
Cause I don't give a fuck about a radio play
Observed the english I display
Lyrics for the adults, children have been barred
and scarred from listenin to somethin so motherfuckin HARD
Dope, pumpin that's so my shit will never falter
Yo it's Dre so fuck the "Mind of Minolta"
Psycho, like no, other motherfucker
So step to me wrong, G-O for what you N-O
But be warned, never will I leave like a regular
Cause I'm a little better than the regular competitor
I use to see 'em on stage
Earnin money like a thief, but without a guage
Until I got full, of clockin the lame gettin pull
(They said you wasn't gon' get paid)
Nah that's bullshit! They like it stylistic
And I enchant the crowd like I'm a mystic
(C-C-C-C) C-C-C-cameras are flashin, when I'm in action
A photo, or fresh with a flair for fashion
Pure simplicity, see it's elementary
You hear one of the hardest motherfuckers this century
Try to comprise a word to the wise and the guys
Parental discretion is advised
[MC Ren]
Ren is most extremely high performance
The black hat cause I worn this, cause it's like enormous
Some shit I don't take it, not even in a toliet
And shit from a sucker, put in a pot and I'll boil it
Turn up the pilot as it burns
And maybe, the motherfuckers will learn
I'm not a sub, cause I speak sensible
Not considered a prince, cause I'm a principal
I'm engineerin; the shit that you're hearin
Cause when it comes to power, I'm power steerin
Silly you say, I say you're silly when you say it
Rushin to the eject, to put my shit in and play it
It's like Apollo, but I'm not an amateur
And I'm not givin a fuck, while I'm damagin ya
It's for the record; so Ren's lyrics is gonna spin it
And if there was a trophy involved, I'll win it
Possession is mine and I'm the holder
Cause a nigga like Ren don't give a fuck cause I'm older
So for you to step off would be wise
And say fuck it, parental discretion is advised
[Ice Cube]
I be what is known as a bandit
You gotta hand it to me when you truly understand it
Cause if you fail to see, read it in braile
It'll still be funky -- so what's next is the flex
of a genius, my rapid-stutter-steppin if you seen this
dope, you hope that I don't really mean this
But if played, made the grade or high-top fade
It's not my trademark when I get loose in the dark
You guess it was a test of a different style
It's just another motherfucker on the pile
Drivin your ass with the flow of your tongue
You hung yourself short, the after-knowledge was brung
to your attention, by the hardest motherfuckin artist
that is know for lynchin any sucker in a minute
Stagger 'em all
When I start flowin like Niagara Falls
Ice Cube is equipped to rip shit in a battle
Move like a snake when I'm mad; and then my tail rattle
I get low on the flow so let your kids know
When I bust, parental discretion is a must
[Eazy-E]
Little did they know, that I would be arrivin
And it's surprisin, rockin it from where I been
But it's the E here to take, no mistake to be made
in the trade where funky ass records are bein played
Fuck the regular, yo as I get better the
bitches wanna trick and go stupid up on the dick
So I get 'em hot, thinkin they're gonna get it
As they sit, rubbin their legs like a cricket
To you it may be funny, but
there's no service of beef, without money
So slip the C-note, and you can choke
on a wing-ding-ding-a-ling down your throat
Foreplay; to me ain't shit
When you spread 'em I'm ready, then you can get the dick
of the Eaze, if you can deal with the size
But if you can't, parental discretion's advised! {*echoes*}
{*bass guitar and piano solo for a minute*}
[Unknown voice at the end after band breaks down]

The world's most dangerous group
Once again beatin' on your mothafuckin' ear drumbs
Doin' much damage for all you slutty ass ho's
Yo, there was a bitch I knew on the avenue
She was gettin' G oh for a nut or two yo
I think her name was Clara
and she was garunteed to give a Muthafucka whatever he needs
to be perfectly honest she was a hooker
So I took her - a 100 yards, to the blvd
I told her "I'll take care o' you, you take care o' me"
You've gott a P I M P and all I want is the money
She went to work and the nigguz were fiendin' yo
She had the biggest ass that you ever seen
In fact she was like medusa
Her tities fully grown
A look and your dick turns to stone yeah
keepin' on mind that she was the kind that would find the time to get mine
because she knows I'm not to be fucked with
She ain't crazy
fuckin' with dre should be pushin' up daisies
She was the perfect ho' but what do you know
the bitch tried to gag me
so - I had to kill her
Yeah, straight hittin'
Now listen up and lemme tell you how I did it
yo, I tied her to the bed
I was thinking the worst but yo I had to let my niggaz fuck her first yeah
Loaded up the 44 yo
Then I straight smoked the ho'
'Cause I'm a real nigga, but I guess you figure
I was soft and she thank me
coughed to the boss and got tossed
One less bitch you gotta worry about
She's outa here and that's how it turns out
Now Vikky Vikky Vikky, she's very tricky
She put her hicky on top of my dick
Sick betsy - she told me she loved me
And she wanted to keep me
If only she can have the dick with me
I said I wanted but baby you gotta hold up
If I was happy with somethin' that I could fold up
We can do this - she said her husband was rich
Then I knew I had the bitch
yo She wrote a cheque name me a cheque
In the name of a bitch who was strugglin' at the same game
All I wanted to do was get P-A-I-D
Just a little somethin' for fuckin' me
yo Everything was cool but Vikky concerned me
Her husband was the District Auterny
So, before he found out he was crossed up
'Bout his bitch I was fuckin' I had to tossed her
And put you slick - some nigga never forget
A dead bitch can't tell a nigga shit
One less bitch you gotta worry about
She's outa here and that's how it turned out
One less,
One less,
One less bitch you gotta worry about!
(Muthafuckin' right!)
One less,
One less,
One less bitch you gotta worry about!
Thinkin' about money, and lookin' at a prostitute
The bitch was cute, so now I had to excecute
And shoot game like a real nigga
With a still trigga
Convince her to move up to somethin' bigga
I think I had a flashback though
'Cause I said "fuck it"
Loped and Choked and Smoked to the ho' like this :
"Bitch, it's all about Dre
The money money money and this all I gotta say"
Of course she came with me
And remained with me
'Till the bitch felt lamed and ashamed to be
Workin' that trick shit
'Cause niggaz knew that she was someone
A little later though she called 1
In the chest and I knew that it was commin'
By who and how the all act would be done?
So what?
One less bitch you gotta worry about
But that ain't how it turned out..
Yo, there was a bitch named her out and shot her
Straight to the Muthafuckin' trigger and said "I got her!"
But I had better plans to give her the blues
Like dumpin' her in the river with sea net shoes
I knew my money was commin' up sho'
And the thought that the stupid bitch thought she'd never get cought
Came home early and straight bust her ass
On the couch with the other nigga countin' my cash
I should've known she was like the motha ho's
I told the 2 Muthafuckaz to take off their clothes
Butt naked nothin' left but the shoes
I had up a 9 so they could'nt refuse
I shot the nigga he was outa there
And tied the bitch to the Muthafuckin' chair
Now there's one less bitch I gotta worry about
Everybody out, that's how it turns out
One less,
One less,
One less bitch you gotta worry about!
One less,
One less,
One less bitch you gotta worry about!
.... MIX with Easy E sayin' :
In reality -
A fool is one who believes that all women are ladies
A nigga is one who believes that all ladies are bitches,
And all bitches are created equal.
To me - all bitches are the same :
Money hungry scandlist groopy ho's that's always riding on a nigga's
dick.
Always in a nigga's pocket and when the nigga runs out of money
the bitch is gone in the wind.
To me :
ALL BITCHES AIN'T SHIT!
One less,
One less,
One less bitch you gotta worry about!
One less,
One less,

Why do I call myself a nigger, you ask me?
Well it's because motherfuckers want to blast me
And run me outa my neighborhood
They label me as a dope dealer
Yo! And say that I'm no good
But I can't find jobs so niggers wouldn't have to go out
Gave up some dope on the corner so they could show out
When the cops came, they gave a fake name
Because the life in the streets is just a head game
So therefore, to make more
A fifteen year old black kid will go and rob a liquor store
And get shot in the process
He ate up a nine bullet and now he's put to rest
Why do I call myself a nigger, you ask me?
I guess it's the way shit has to be
Back when I was young gettin a job was murder
Fuck flippin burgers
'Cause a deserve a nine-to-five I can be proud of
That I can speak loud of
And to help a nigger get out of.
Yo! The concrete playground
But most motherfuckers only want you to stay down
But I'm a smart motherfucker you see
One of the best producers in the rap music industry
Gettin paid like a mother fucker
A young brother who don't give a fuck about another
Why do I call myself a nigger, you ask me?
Because police always wanna harass me
Every time that I'm rollin
They swear up and down that the car was stolen
Make me get faced down in the street
They throw the shit out my car on the concrete
In front of a residence
A million white motherfuckers on my back like I shot the President
Why do I call myself a nigger, you ask me?
Because my mouth is so mother fuckin nasty
Bitch this, bitch that
Nigger this, nigger that
In the mean while my pockets are gettin fat
Gettin paid to say this shit here
Makin more in a week than a doctor makes in a year
So, why not call myself a nigger?
It's better than pulling the trigger and goin up the river
And don't I get called a nigger anyway?
Booked as a motherfucker and locked away
So... so, cut out all that bull shit
Yo! I guess I'll be a nigga for life
(Niggers, crack-heads, thieves.
If there's a hell below, we're all gonna go.)
Nigger. Nigger. Nigger
Nigger. Nigger
Nigger, please
I'm treated like a fuckin disease.
You say: why can I call myself a nigger so quick?
Cause I can reach in my draws and pull out a bigger dick
Yo! niggers say nigger we cool
But, cracker say nigger not to fuck up
But I got to be a fast nigger
Not to be the last nigger
Or I have to beat your ass, nigger
In the city you see action first
Then hear about it later
In a verse I curse
Because I [?] with this to keep my shit straight bumpin'
Murder created by the streets of Compton
I get it from the underground poet
I live it, I see it, and I write it
Because I know it
And if you think I'm fucking your wife
Your mother fuckin' right
Yo! Because I'm a nigger for Life
Nigger, this
Nigger, that
The actual fact is that I'm black
And bound to attract
The attention of another
I mean the other
But I'm a mother fucker that'll have them running for cover
You see, I don't give a fuck about nothing
Except getting paid, getting bitches, and [?] with stitches
Which is all needed to read it and find a rhyme
And then it's time to say
The nigger's here to stay
But what about the fake niggers, the house niggers
To get paid quick they gotta suck a fat dick
But NWA is outta your mother fuckin' range
We ain't gonna change a mother fuckin' thing
I call myself a nigger 'cause my skin won't whiten
I call myself a nigger 'cause the shit that I'm writing
Hypes me, hypes other mother fuckers around me
And that's the reason why they want to surround me
And ask me: why do I call myself a nigger-o
Ain't none of their fuckin' business 'cause I'll let the trigger go
So get out of my presence, and get out of my sight
'Cause MC Ren is a nigger for Life
You're a nigger 'til you die
If you're a poor nigger, then you're a poor nigger
If you're a rich nigger, you're a rich nigger
But you never stop being a nigger
And if you get to be educated, you's an education nigger
It's plain to see, you can't change me

Ae yo
This is what we want to do with you right now
We want you all to listen up
as we going some our greatest hits
from Straight Outta Compton
100 Miles and Runnin'
and our new shit
The Greatests shit
Niggaz 4 Life
Let's check this shit out
{Police street background}
Give me my purse
give it back my purse.
ahh shit man that bitchy Black Gangsta
are out-it again.
You are now about to witness
the strength of street knowledge
Straight of the streets of Compton
Decicated and out most suckers hate-ed
Will you put your hands to give a four
Eazy-E and N W A
NWA Straight Outta Compton Video banned on MTV
NWA Music banned on Most Black Radio Station
NWA Crudiside and for what...Tellin'like it is
Yo we aint survin' out Fuck cross over it now
let them cross over us
FUCK'EM
rose motherfucker still bind nigga
the Media hate shit
Fuck everybody Lets do it
yo strenght
Nigga's With Attitude Nigga With Attitude
Nigga's With Attitude Nigga With Attitude
DJ yella D D D DJ yella
DJ yella D D D DJ yella
Make some Noice Make some Noice
Somebody scream!!
{crouds}
Mc Ren tha ruthless villan Dre the motherfucken Doctor
Mc Ren tha ruthless villan Dre the motherfucken Doctor
Mc Ren tha ruthless villan Dre the motherfucken Doctor
Mc Ren tha ruthless villan Dre the motherfucken Doctor
Everybody put the motherfucker hands to the air
Everybody put the motherfucker hands to the air
Come on!

God damn, now lick my balls, oh shit.
[Bitch] You like that?
Put 'em off
[Bitch] It's good?
Ouch, shit, godamn bitch you bit' my damn
Shit I said suck the mothafucka, you're bitin' it, shit!
[Narrator]
Has this ever happend to you?
Does her teeth get in the way while she's sucking your dick?
Does she know how to suck a dick?
Well, I had that same problem until my bitch went out and buy
NWA's new book entitled "The art of sucking dick."
[Bitch]
Lesson 1 - First you grab the dick
next you gently lick it up and down, then insert it into the mouth
Take it slow, don't rush it, and before you know it ..
SPLASH!
[Eazy-E]
It goes one for the treble, two for the bass
She got nut all over her face
Kick kick it ...
[MC Ren]
Slow is the tempo, and Ren is gonna flow
As I produce and illustrate you to a ho'
Cought on the late night, Stampin' on the base-pipe
She's a hype to get you on the late flight
But back in school she was a cutie, yo
Then after graduation started givin' up the booty
In school, stuck her head in a feather
Every time I asked her what's the time
It was never ever what she would talk to the Ren I'm sayin'
I wanted a date, she would'nt even be my friend
But now in the 1990's, I'd be praying that the bitch don't find me
Cuz she's got a gang o' kidz nappy-heads and all dirty
And she's gettin pimped by a nigga that's thirty
I saw her hangin' in the alley
Raggin to her friends how she's ho'in' in de valley
All by herself, doin' on the hoe stroll
Comin back home late night with the bankroll
You know a bitch like that makes me sick
But I've heard that she sucks a good dick
[Chorus]
It's the world's biggest dick
Don't matter just don't bite it
It's the world's biggest dick
Don't matter just don't bite it
"What do you want me to do with it?"
Don't matter just don't bite it
She swallowed it [yeaahh..]
[MC Ren]
At a high school dance -
Me and the niggaz bailed in
I saw her sittin' with her friends, With the clan,
So sexy, thought she was all that
She would'nt even look it up because we wore the black hat
She was a stuck-up bitch on the public floor
But an instant prostitute behind closed doorz
On the streets she's a late night feature - walkin home from school
I saw her suckin a niggaz dick, under the bleacher
She saw me and she ran and tried to hide her face
But a bitch full of nut could'nt escape in the chase
A disgrace, If I ever ever saw her
There was'nt a nigga on the block
Late at night not gettin' done
So she begged me not to tell a soul
Then I said of course
cause my dick yo it's harder than a totem pole
Then again it don't concern me
Cuz there's a slight chance if I fuck she might burn me
And then I might have to shoot de ho'
I mean checkin' with de quickness just to let her know
But to prevent from gettin' sick -
I would just prefer to let her come and suck my dick
[Chorus]
It's the world's biggest dick
Don't matter just don't bite it
It's the world's biggest dick
Don't matter just don't bite it
But does she suck a good dick?
Don't matter just don't bite it
She swallowed it [yeaahh..]
[MC Ren]
Now I was at a club on a late late Sunday
Peepin' at the bitches 'till the next day Monday
Had a couple of drinks, so I was feeling good
And suddenly I saw this bitch who lives in my neighborhood
She went to church every week so now I locked her
She was at the end of the bar gettin' fucked up
Back at the house she was bitch n' be ignorin
And when she start to talk the ho' was kinda borin
Yo, but now I got to dawn, see
Now she's dancin' on the floor with a skirt and no panties on
Shakin' that ass like a salt shaker
I already got my plans -
Just while I'm a take her to a room
But yo I mean a rest room
And stick my dick in her mouth like a wet broom
So I grabbed her hand and she's with it
Oh and when she turned sobber should'nt have had admit it
So while she's dropped I'd better get it quick
And see for myself if she sucks a good dick ..
[Chorus]
It's the world's biggest dick
Don't matter just don't bite it
It's the world's biggest dick
Don't matter just don't bite it
"What do you want me to do with it?"
Don't matter just don't bite it
Lick de big dick, baby, I wanna fuck this one
It's the world's biggest dick
Don't matter just don't bite it
It's the world's biggest dick
Don't matter just don't bite it
But does she suck a good dick?
Don't matter just don't bite it
She swallowed it
[Outro]
"So there you have it - a job well done,
but for now let me get back to what I was doing"
She swallowed it .. She swallowed it ..
Get it all baby, suck this dick, suck this dick for daddy
suck this diiiiiick
oh, she swallowed it .. get it all, suck this dick for daddy ..
Hey mothafuck, I want you to suck Dre's dick,
Then I want you to suck Yella dick
You already sucked Ren's dick ..
YOU BOYZ ARE DISGUSTING!

[MC Ren:]
Ren is the villain and you're just an hostage
so whenever I'm steppin cover your head like an ostrich
Groupies been waitin for this, suckers been hatin for this
You know why ? Because so many are relatin to this
Jealous is how they feel it intentionally
but they start to love it becoz I made it eventually
Pumpin the music I keep the music like pumpin
coz Ren ain't in here for nuthin, I keep the average crowd jumpin
Yo, you know the color, the villain's in black
Always down to make noise, and attack
So you better get back unless you wanna come with it
and make your face like a target and close your eyes when I hit it
You're screamin with fear but it's with fear that you're screamin
you're wakin up in a sweat coz Ren is givin bad dreams and
I'm not schemin, I'm just tellin the facts
That's how it is when N.W.A. starts to jack
So brothers that wanna scrap with me
That sweezin and sneezin will have to lap with me
especially beggin to write some lyrics with me
I just snatch your girl to take a nap with me
coz when it comes to Ren there's no comparison
And if you try to be me, it's quite embarassin
but I understand coz you're mentally slow
coz I can tell from the jump you're too nervous to go
[scratch] If it aint' ruff it ain't me
(Tha gangsta's black and he's about to attack)
[scratch] If it ain't ruff it ain't me
Lemme bust a freestyle here (Allright then)
I can tell that you're afraid to fight me
simple because you lost the crowd and they had to invite me
becoz you're sweat as a puddle but there's a puddle o' sweat
I'm a threath, so get a cold rag and wipe your neck
and clean the dirt off your face that calls acne
It's ridiculous thinkin that you can jack me
This is the round where the punch will go
until ya A G-A-T that's known as a flow
I'm makin a point but it's a point that I'm makin
Like, see, I'm hatin the fakin I keep the suckers like shakin
Scared to speak with a tongue and they're chozen
The sound of my voice in their ear and they're frozen
This is a battle to the death, it's like the [??]same ol'[??]
against a brother on a tip, with [??]
Givin a pain but it's with pain that I'm givin
but I'm comparin and tearin'em but I'm makin a livin
with the hype of a 9 Volt battery
and the odds for me to conquer is averagely good
Meanin I'm a flow
I'm from the streets so, yo, I'm ready to go
If it ain't ruff it ain't me (Yo Ren)
(Tha gangsta's black and he's about to attack)
If it ain't ruff it ain't me
(Man whatcha gonna do now ?) (get funky)
The 'do not disturb' sign is in effect
while I'm thinkin of a fool to select
to give the victim the verdict so for the verdict a victim
slammin my vocals on a dance with the rest then I kick them
Tell'em they're guilty, and beep out the bailer
and get a new track o' drums so I can play with
percussion; pumpin it loud when I perform
Yo, you wanna play in my game, put on a uniform
It ain't a rule in the book you have to go by
Hey, coz when it comes to cheatin yo you should know I
for fear in the hearts coz it's the hearts full of fear
coz what you hear in your ear is something funky and clear
The hump was incredible yo but Ren he was super
But now I'm ruthless, a civilian and not a trooper
but a soldier with a top rankin
givin dope material, the hell with the gankin
So play like an airplane and just jet
and keep your blood pressure low coz I'm a [??], if not
I'm afraid of the show
that you're a sucker and you're too nervous to go
If it ain't ruff it ain't me (Yo Ren)
(The gangsta's black and he's about to attack)
If it ain't ruff it ain't me (Yo Ren)
(The gangsta's black) If it ain't ... If it ain't

Intro: girl, Ice Cube
[Ice Cube, do you think you could give me some money to get
my hair done?] How short's your hair right now?
[Well you know I get it done every week, and I need my nails
done too] Look, I'ma tell you like this
Verse One:
I ain't the one, the one to get played like a pooh butt
See I'm from the street, so I know what's up
On these silly games that's played by the women
I'm only happy when I'm goin up in em
But you know, I'm a menace to society
But girls in biker shorts are so fly to me
So I step to em, with aggression
Listen to the kid, and learn a lesson today
See they think we narrow minded
Cause they got a cute face, and big-behinded
So I walk over and say ";How ya doin?";
See I'm only down for screwin, but you know
ya gotta play it off cool
Cause if they catch you slippin, you'll get schooled
And they'll get you for your money, son
Next thing you know you're gettin their hair and they nails done
Fool, and they'll let you show em off
But when it comes to sex, they got a bad cough
Or a headache, it's all give and no take
Run out of money, and watch your heart break
They'll drop you like a bad habit
cause a brother with money yo, they gotta have it
Messin with me though, they gets none
You can't juice Ice Cube girl, cause I ain't the one
Interlude One:
[Girrrrrl, you got to get these brothers for all the money
you can honey. Cause if they ain't got no money, they can't
do nothin for me but get out of my face.]
[I know what you mean girl, it ain't nothin right jumpin off
unless he got dollars]
Verse Two:
Sometimes I used to wonder
How the hell an ugly dude get a fine girl's number
He's gettin juiced for his ducats
I tell a girl in a minute yo, I drive a bucket
And won't think nuttin of it
She can ride or walk, either leave it or love it
I show her that I'm not the O, the N-E, say
I'm a ruthless N-I double-G A
Cause I'm gamin on a female that's gamin on me
You know I spell girl with a B
A brother like me is only out for one thing
I think with my ding-a-ling, but I won't bring no
flowers to your doorstep, when we goin out
Cause you'll take it for granted, no doubt
And after the date, I'ma want to do the wild thing
You want lobster huh? I'm thinking Burger King
And when I take you, you get frustrated
You can't juice Ice Cube and you hate it
But you see, I don't go nuts
Over girls like you with the BIG ol butts
It start comin out the pocket, to knock it
But when the damage is done...
You can only lay me girl, you can't play me girl
For the simple fact that, I ain't the one
Interlude Two:
[I don't care how they look if they got money,
we can hook up but they ain't gettin none.]
[Yeah I just make em think they gonna get some,
play up they mind a lil bit, and get that money.]
[Oh Ice Cube, can I have some money pleeeease?]
Verse Three:
Give you money why bother
Cause you know I'm lookin nothin like your father
Girl, I can't be played or ganked
Ganked means getting took for your bank
Or your gold or your money or something
Nine times outta ten, she's giving up nothing
They get mad when I put it in perspective
But let's see if my knowledge is effective
To the brothas man they robbing you blind
Cause they fine with a big behind, but pay it no mind
Keep your money to yourself homie
and if you got enough game
You'll get her name and her number
Without going under
You can't leave em and love and stay above em
I used to get no play now she stay behind me
Cause I said I had a Benz 190
But I lied and played the one
Just to get some now she feels dumb
To my homies it's funny
But that's what you get trying to play me for my money
Now don't you feel used
But I don't give hoot, huh, because I knock boots
You shouldn't be, so damn material
And try to milk Ice Cube like cereal
Now how many times do I have to say it
Cause if I have to go get a gun
You girls will learn I don't burn
You think I'm a sucka, but I ain't the one
Outro:
[But you said you love me!]
I don't see no rings on this finger
[Why you doin me like this? I love you!]
Yeah you love my money, I got what I wanted -- beat it

[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 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
[KRS One] "It's not about a salary, it's all about reality"
Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
"Hopin you sophisticated motherfuckers 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
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
[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 fuckin 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 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"
[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 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
[KRS One] "It's not about a salary, it's all about reality"
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
[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 motherfucker, and talk about your

Right about now, NWA court is in full effect.
Judge Dre presiding in the case of NWA versus the police department.
Prosecuting attourneys are MC Ren, Ice Cube, and Eazy muthafuckin E.
Order, order, order. Ice Cube, take the muthafuckin stand.
Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth
and nothin but the truth so help your black ass?
Why don't you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say?
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)
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)
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?]>
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
[MC Ren: Sidle him, kid, 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 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!>

Express yourself
Express yourself
You don't ever need help
From nobody else
All you got to do now
Express yourself
What ever you do
Do it good
What ever you do, do, Lord, Lord
Do it good, alright
It's not what you look like
When you're doin' what you're doin'
It's what you're doin' when you're doin'
What you look like you're doin'
Express yourself
Express yourself
They're doin' it on the moon, yeah
In the jungle too
Everybody on the floor, now
Jumpin' like a kangaroo
So let the horns do the thing they do, yo
Some people have everything
And other people don't
But everything don't mean a thing
If it ain't the thing you want
Express yourself
Express yourself
Oh, do it, oh, do it
Do it to it
Go on and do it
Yo, do it, give
Express yourself
Express yourself
Do it, oh, Lord
Do it
Express yourself
Express yourself
Express yourself

Don't drink that wine, Coke would be better
It's easy to find
If that won't do smoke a joint or two

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!

You know what im saying you know what im saying. All you
people listening thank
you for all your money Hahahah we really appreaciate it
its going to a very
useful cause the help Dre get a brand new Testorosta

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 'nback, and side to side
Then I let the Alpine play
Bumpinnew 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 rollinKilo 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...
[]
Dolla B'z 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 tryin' to steal a Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly mothafucka pull 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 4 Impala
They greet me with a 40 and I start drinkin'
And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin'
Love to get my girl, to rock that body
Before I left I hit the bacardi
Went to her house to get her out of the pad
Dumb 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 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 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
For the fence 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 the mouth but there was no bail
The fellows start to 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 ...

[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,

I got a taste for waste and a taste and a blood
Murder I heard her when she screamed the 'Drop!'
Cuz it's on part of slung
Relate this to no choice
And listen to this straight-up man before they ban the voice
While I ride to the rythem of a pop
Remember the first nigga that runs is the first to get shot
Whoever thinks that what I say and betray is negativity
Need to come kick it in the city with me
And find the black and crack de fact
And take that shit back cuz they don't wanna fuck with that
There's too many niggaz they're tryin' to calm
If mothafuckaz could get it, nobody would've fuck with it
Appetite for destruction -
For him to get a bit more shit he gotta commit -
Murder in the first degree - a man slaughter
Takin' a life of his wife and young doughter
A whole city of bitches they look sucked up
And the niggaz iz killin' it's straight fucked up
Whoever sayin' what I'm sayin'z for greed
The 9 even when they're tryin' to feed my appetite for destruction
' .. you gotta know I'm talkin' to .. '
The Appetite is tremendous
So I'm gonna spin this
Drop up some violence because they ax me to end this
Some trouble that I cought cuz I was noisy
A nigga tried to take advantage because I'm de kamikazi
He took de swing from my hand - thought I was faded
Start runnin' for the door but the fucker never made it
The sound of the 9 went BANG [shot]
And all over the wall was his mothafuckin' brain
Cuz I'm a nigga you can't sleep on
So set the alarm, cuz I'm hittin' like a mothafuckin' bomb
I do damage with the 9 in my hand
But the average nigga they do not mean to understand
I'm from the streets so therefor
You know I don't care for
A sucker that ain't down with the real niggaz the niggaz the niggaz yo
And after when the shit gotta go ain't even sober
Any time that the 9 wanna leave
I got a .38 hittin' down the sleeve
And it's ready to go to work cuz that's what it's here for
I shoot down a milion niggaz and shoot one more
And that's the milion and one
They could'nt hang with the appetite
Cuz they was'nt rappin' right
So I had to destroy whoever was standin' in my presence
For fuckin' up de asses appetite for destruction
'Cops would'nt hurt you, on your ass, man, you know, they realy degrade you,
I suppose you don't believe that shit, don't believe in cops degrade you,
Oh come on, those biddin'z, those people was resistin' arrest'
Check it out yo, in de house yo
So I can show and flow and let the people know
So won't you ease on down to the yellow brick road to Compton
But first let me tell you somethin' -
I possess to 10 commendmendts of the Hip Hop Baxter,
Known as the thief and murderer :
First one -
I'm a be a nigga with an attitude
Gotta get respected, break your mothafuckin' neck
Second one -
Allwayz gotta fuck at a wedlock
I like it when the pussy goes snack crack and pop
Number three -
I'm a gangsta, an addict
I smoke any foolz tryin' to cause some statix
Number four -
Here's what's these are
A crazy-ass nigga that remains hard core
Fifth one -
My kill has just begun
I pull out my gun that will keep me on the run
Step six -
Hmmm, it's kinda tricky -
Can't forget that I'm mothafuckin' chickenshit
To the ones who tries to play the E -
By the time you reach Seven you'll be 6 feet deep
Number eight -
Make no mistake,
Move real slicky and you're bound to catch yo' pray
Ninth one -
I gotta be raw, fuck any brain once your man made law
Last but not least, I must be real -
Number ten - is my appetite to ki ...

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'

[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!

I don't drink brass monkey, like to be funky
Nickname eazy-e your 8 ball junkie
Bass drum kicking, to show my shit
Rap a hole in my dick, boy, I don't quit
Crowd rocking motherfucker from around the way
I got a six shooter yo I'm mean and brave
Rolling through the hood to find the boys
Kick dust and cuss crank up some noise
Police on my drawers, I have to pause
40 ounce in my lap and it's freezing my balls
Hook a right turn and let the boys go past
And 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 whomping
Cruising through the east side 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 holding
Eazy-e's fucked up and got the 8 ball rolling
Riding on slauson down towards 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 tip 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 nigger 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 holding
Eazy-e's fucked up and got the 8 ball rolling
Olde english 800 cause that's my brand
Take it in a bottle, 40, quart, or can
Drink it like a madman yes I do
Fuck the police and a 502
Stepped in the park I was drunk as hell
Three bitches already said, eric your breath smells!
40 ounce in hand that's what I got
Yo man you see eazy hurlin' in the parking lot?
Stepped on your foot cold dissed your hoe
Asked her to dance and she said, hell no!
Called her a bitch cause that's the rule
Boyz n tha hood trying to keep me cool
Tell my homeboy you wanna kick my butt
I walked in your face and we get on up
I start dodging the dogs and watch you fall
Just dumb full of cumn got knocked out cold
Make you look sick you snotty nosed prick!
Now your fly bitches all over his dick!
Punk got dropped cause the title I'm holding
Eazy-e's fucked up and got the 8 ball rolling
Pass the brew mother fucker while I tear shit up
And you 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 goddamn funky
Do the olde 8 fuck the brass monkey
Ice cube writes the rhymes, that I say
Hail to the niggas from cia
Crazy d is down and in effect
We make hard core jams so fuck respect
Make a toast all you punks to the title I'm holding
Eazy-e's fucked up and got the 8 ball rolling

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.
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.
Lend me a mutherfuckin' ear.
So I can tell you why...
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 - D
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.
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'...
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.
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.
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.
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'!
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
Surprise, niggas!

[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!

[911 dispatch] 911, forty reporting
[woman] hello 911, help me, help me
[911 dispatch] what is your emergency
[woman] there's someone in my house, there's someone in my house
[911 dispatch] can you please run by your address for me
[woman] 151 Shenedoah, Shenendoah
[911 dispatch] ma'am where inside the house are you
[woman] (oh my god)
[911 dispatch] ma'am where inside the house are you
[woman] in my room, their in my room
[911 dispatch] ma'am calm down, deputies are on the way
is the door locked
[woman] (shriek)
[911 dispatch] ma'am?
[2x] N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a
[Ice Cube]
(N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a) What the fuck's up Dre
[Dr Dre]
You tell me, you talk to Ren
[MC Ren]
Im right here nigga
(N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a) Release the hound
[Snoop Dogg]
Bow wow wow
Wha wha wha what what what, what
[Ice Cube]
I'm a Nigga Wit an Attitude thanks to y'all
And I don't give a fuck I keep it gangsta y'all
I'ma ride for my side in the C.P.T.
God bless the memory of Eazy-E
If it wadn't for me where the fuck you'd be?
Rappin like the Treacherous Three, fuckin cowards
I'd have seen Dre rockin parties for hours
And I'd have seen Ren fuckin bitches from Howard
And I'd have seen Snoop give away Eddie Bauer's
So fuck Jerry Heller and the white superpowers
[MC Ren]
This the shit niggaz kill for
They hear the villain niggaz spittin' with them nigga flows
Fuck you hoes, fuck you bitch ass niggaz too
Got something for you broke
These niggaz wearin' skirts like the pope
Who them niggaz that you love to get (us)
Who them niggaz that you fuckin' wit' (us)
Love the girl that weed and shit (what)
The saga continues, with the worlds most dangerous group
Four deep in the coup
(Im a spill it)
[Chorus]
I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (fuck that)
I'ma choke who I wanna choke (fuck that)
I'ma ride where I wanna ride (fuck that)
cause I'ma nigga 4 life, so I'ma nigga til I diz-ie
(N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a)
I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (fuck that)
I'ma choke who I wanna choke (fuck that)
(N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a)
I'ma ride where I wanna ride (fuck that)
cause I'ma nigga 4 life, so I'ma motherfuckin nigga til I diz-ie
[Dr Dre]
A pencil, a pen, or a glock
Im the original, subliminal, subterranium
Titianium, criminal minded, swift
D-R-E with that fuck a bitch shit (fuck a biatch)
A couple o' notes and get you hog-tied in rope
Dope like tons of coke, cutthroat
You don't want the pistols to whistle
Candy paint impala
I make hoes pop collars
[Snoop Dogg]
God damn hoes, here we go again
Fuckin with Ren, playin' to win
(he got the) coke in hand, (I got the) juice and gin
Same shit you was fuckin wit way back then
We keep it crackin' from the actin to the jackin
G'ed up C'ed up motherfucker blaze the weed up
We all on deck fool so put your heat up
I stay on deck so me don't get wet
[Ice Cube]
Look my nigga, we can scatter like buckshots
Let's get together, make a record, why the fuck not?
[MC Ren]Why the fuck not?
[Dr Dre]Why the fuck not?
[Snoop Dogg]Why the fuck not?
[Ice Cube]Cause I'm tight as the night
I had to wipe activator off the mic, in 1985
[Snoop Dogg]
(N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a)
Real niggaz, biatch, you know, ha hah
[Ice Cube]
We cause tragedy, erratically
Systematically, in your house without a key
How fucked up that'd be
Gat'll be near your anatomy, my form of flattery
[Dr Dre]
Assault and battery, cus we coming with that street mentality
Straight west coast rider academy
Concrete nigga, that's my reality
[Snoop Dogg]We tend to bus' on niggaz that get mad at me
[Dr Dre]Was it a bitch in the mix
[Snoop Dogg]Well it had to be
[Dr Dre]
Lying tricks told them dicks I had a key
Hoes make the world harder than it have to be
(Yea thats right)
[Chorus]
I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (fuck that)
I'ma choke who I wanna choke (fuck that)
I'ma ride where I wanna ride (fuck that)
cause I'ma nigga 4 life, so I'ma nigga til I diz-ie
I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (fuck that)
I'ma choke who I wanna choke (fuck that)
I'ma ride where I wanna ride (fuck that)
cause I'ma nigga 4 life, so I'ma motherfuckin nigga til I diz-ie

[The D.O.C.]
This ain't no basic hip-hip you make in a bin in your garage
I'm down for showing all you hoes who the hell's in charge
A cold lethal rap warrior, I'm on the attack
Cutting ducks no slack so keep your bitch ass back
Deadly, yeah kicking it, the solo style
On top of the pile, the reigning chump worthwile
Hanging tough I'm the leader, ain't no need to pretend
Like an elevator up, I mean I'm on the ascend
I ain't no east coast rapper, this is a southerner's song
Be warned, it's hard to try and hold a project born
Saying shit that you like, never wearing no Nike
fucking it up and all I need is my goddamn mic
And a micstand, I don't need no band to play
With a DJ like Rock and a partner like K in effect y'all
fucking suckers up like five
It's Fila Fresh and I'm the toughest man alive!
[DJ Rock]
Na-na-na-na-na-naaaaa-nah
[Fresh K]
Yo, yo nigga you know you can't even fuck with this
Do it, do it
[DJ Rock]
Na-na-na-na-na-naaaaa-nah
[Fresh K]
Yo, fool, you know you need to jet the fuck off
Get the fuck out my face
[The D.O.C.]
Down from the beginning, hitting hard I'll admit
They keep offering me money and I keep taking the shit
And coolin' cool at the crib cause being cool's how I live
But bucking up will get you rocked if you're a bullshit kid
I like it stylistic, c'mon let's get with it
Coming up with fresh new rhymes like I'm a mystic
You see the D.O.C. and all the Fila I be splurging
Yeah, I know it, you think that I'm encouraging
You to steer wrong boy, so I can go off
A quick run and when I'm done you bet not cough
I'm an annihilator, standing a full 6'3'
And I reall don't think you wanna fuck with me
But then there's always those, clocking all your shows
Getting all out of line trying to impress they hoes
I know some niggas like that round the way who won't quit
'It's the old top' Man shoot that muthafucking shit
I'm physically tough, physically able I qualify
Don't try that gangster bullshit here, this an't no I Spy
You better chill out, that's if you wanna survive
It's Fila Fresh and we're the toughest men alive
[Fresh K]
Yeah, for all you suckers who thought t'all was down, that's
right, kicking that bullshit, yeah we in effect, that's right
holmes, we in effect so get your bitch ass back before you
be floating up a creek, know what I'm sayin?
[DJ Rock]
Float, float on...
[Fresh K]
Yeah, and if you want your beast to be deaf, call Dre before Monday

[Chorus:]
Fuck the police! fuck, fuck, fuck the police!
[fuck them motherfuckers!]
Fuck, fuck, fuck the police!
[Get paid back] You're motherfucking right, yo
[Verse One: Dr. Dre]
Fuck the motherfucking police!
They don't want peace, they want a nigga deceased
So he'll cease to be a problem, and by the way the perform
It seems the Klan gave the white police another uniform
And yo the black police, the house niggaz
They gave you a motherfucking gun, so I guess you figure
You made out, good to go, but you didn't know
They would stick your black ass back in the ghetto, yo
To kill another nigga, catch him with crack, in fact
Freebase - they put in the neighborhood in the first place
But the brothers ain't stupid, remember that
You got a gat, I got a gat, so whassup with that
A to the motherfuckin K
The last words you hear, then the smoke appears
Tears, from your motherfuckin family
They're starin at me, but I'm goin gun happy, fuck em!
Shootin everything in sight tonight's the night to get hyped
And fight for what's wrong, fuck what's right!
And by the way, my name is Dre
So listen up motherfucker to what I gotta say, yo
[Chorus:]
Fuck the police! fuck, fuck, fuck the police
Fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck the police
[Now for the first episode]
[Episode One:]
Yeah that shit's hittin man, where the volume at?
Hold-up, hold-up, hold-up, one-time, one-time, one-time
Put the joint out! Put the joint out!
Hey you motherfuckers want to step out of the car?
Don't you know it's against the law to play music so god damn loud? Shut
The fuck up! Go to jail? Gimme that shit you was just smoking
Motherfuckers from high crime areas view the police as a threat
And that's some shit you betta not forget
[Verse Two: Eazy-E]
Eazy E's the name feared by most
When, a lil nigga is thrown in the pen
But on the streets there's two kinds of people
White rich fucks and the ones who get harassed like me
Pull over to the side, routine for me
Tearin up my shit, like they lookin for a key of cocaine
But they never find the shit
Ain't got nuttin better to do and nobody else to fuck wit
Thinkin everything is stolen
But can't face facts that a young black nigga's just rollin
Making more money than they ever make
Taking more shit than they ever take
Yo pigs are made to kill, and no regret and
Keep your hand on your weapon shoot his ass and start steppin
Cause I'm a nigga that don't give a fuck about nothin
So let me explain a lil somethin, yo
See, I got this problem, a big problem...
Cops don't like me, so I don't like motherfucking cops
[Chorus:]
Fuck the police! fuck, fuck, fuck the police
Fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck the police
[fuck the police!]
[Episode Two:]
Get out of the fuckin car!
Wait a god damn minute what the hell did I do?
Hey just shut the fuck up black bitch
Wait a minute, you ain't gotta be pullin me by my motherfuckin hair! Let
Go of my motherfuckin hair!
Hey just step the fuck back and shut up!
Get your motherfuckin hands off of me!
Calm down, calm down now... listen, we're gonna go around this corner, and
You're gonna suck me and my partner's dicks, or you're gonna
Be one black dead nigger bitch
Police brutality is common in my neighborhood
That's why I hate them motherfuckers
[Verse Three: MC Ren]
I said fuck the police but with a little more force
And maybe now I get my point across
It's a lot here that's goin on, just open your eyes and look
Everyday a young nigga is took
Off the face of the street by a police
It's like they gotta a nigga chained on a short leash
You can't leave out the city that they shacked up
Cause if you do that's the right they got you jacked up
It's embarassin because you know they justice, but all you can do
Is say fuck this, because if you move, that's all she wrote
So what? The excuse to shoot, or they rather stomp your head
Til you're dead with the steel toe boot
Harassin me with some kind of mind game
Actin like a nigga just was born with a gang-name
You call that right but when you're black there's no right
Some recreational shit was only a gang fight
So shootin at the cops was a street thing
To waste time have to explain don't do cocaine
But everything was done just for peace
To retaliate, on the fuckin police, so I'm sayin
[Chorus:]
Fuck the police! fuck, fuck, fuck the police!
Fuck
Fuck the police! fuck, fuck the police!
[The final episode]
[Episode Three:]
Hey Juan, look at the piece of ass man
Watch out watch out watch out homes!
Oh shit man you fucked up, you hit a police car
I didn't see that piece of caca!
Better act like you don't speak ingles homes
What the fuck? Get your ass out of there, I've had enough
Of your raggedy ass motherfuking shit!
No! No me pagan, por que me pagan, no! Por favor, no, no!
Por que?
[Chorus 2x]

[Instrumental]

Hehehehehehehahahahaha
Yeah, it's me again...
So check it out - ladies, not gentlemen
Drop your draws, come and sit
And let's get into this yeah ..
Easily I'm aproachin'
There ain't no jokin'
When the pussy holes are open
Ready to fuck until my dick is raw
Yo! the muthafuckin' devil son of law
Now it's the E, the mothafuckin' pussy beater
And I'm a quick-up trick-up up a quid to trick up the bitch
So come here bitch and lick up the lick up the lick up the dick
Now how many nuts would it take for me,
To let that bitch graduate to lesson 3, let's see...
[Splash Splash ..]
Ah you can see I straight wax that ass
Back up bitch unless you want nut in your eye
I never never ever ever seen a bitch cry
Nut 1, nut 2 nut 4 5 6
I lost the 3rd nut in the mix - fuck it!
Hey yo yella boy, let's rewind it!
6 5 4 nut 3 is up
Gimme that gimme that gimme that nut
You wanna feel the dick baby try your luck
Because the E likes to fuck fuck fuck yo
I get 'em stuck-on and get the fuck on
Give 'em a dick to roam and tell 'em thanks for the pussy hole
I find 'em fuck 'em and flee you know
But before I d.o'
Yo, I take a ho' to the hotel
To the motel
To the holiday inn
Yo, if that bitch start fuckin' up [what's you do?]
I'll just fuck her friend ...
Ah Dr. Dre [what up?] , my mellow [yo]
It's on you, so whatcha gonna do?
Well, it's on and on and on and on
Yo the beat don't stoppin' 'till the break o' dawn
Yo, every bitch I know they wanna get with me
The mothafuckin' notorious D-R-E
Spit game at a bitch while a nigga's around
And you know most ho's knows not to clown
'Cause if a bitch tries to diss me
What the fuck I lick her
I smack the bitch up and shoot the nigga that's with her
That's the kind of nigga that you're listenin' to
Talk to you for a minute get my dick in you .. yo
NOW EVERY SINGLE BITCH GOT A PRICE TO PAY
UP ON THE DICKS OF N.W.A
I find 'em fuck 'em and flee you know
But before I d.o'
Yo, I take a ho' to the hotel
To the motel
To the holiday inn [say what??!]
If that bitch start fuckin' up, yo
I'll just fuck her friend ...
Now M.C. REN [what up] my mellow [a check it out] it's on you so what
The fuck you're gonna do?
Now gather 'round yo
And check it out yo
And all the bitches come and suck up all my balls yo
And take a ticket to play with it like a slicky
So put your lips on my big chocolate twinkie
And you swallow all the nut
If you bitches are smart
To make my dick pop up like a pop-chart
But after I nut I might leave you
But first I must decieve you, because bitch I don't need you
And don't say that you love me too
'Cause if I turn my back you would fuck the whole crew
You're nothin' but a stank ho' tryin' to take my bank ho'
So I have to let you know ..
At a hotel
And a motel
And a holiday inn [say what??!]
Because if that bitch starts fuckin' up yo, I'll just fuck her friend ..

(Winos never get afraid of nothin but runnin outta wine)
Oww, DRINK IT UP BABY! (drink it up baby)
GULP IT ON DOWN! (gulp it on down)
COME ON, SUCK IT UP BABY! (suck it up baby)
SIP IT AND PASS IT AROUND! (pass it around)
NOW I CAN START WITH CROWN ROYAL! (with Crown Royal)
AND THEN I DRINK MAD DOG! (drink Mad Dog)
IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT I'M DRINKIN! (doesn't matter)
AS LONG AS IT'S ALCOHOL! (alcohol)
NOW SOME OF YOU DRINK GIN! (you drink gin)
AND SOME DRINK OLD CROW! (drink Old Crow)
NOW WHEN THE BOTTLE GETS EMPTY! (bottle gets empty)
I'M GOIN' TO THE LIQUOR STOOORE! (liquor store)
DRINK IT UP BABY! (drink it up baby)
GULP IT ON DOWN! (gulp it on down)
NOW SUCK IT UP BABY! (suck it up baby)
SIP IT AND PASS IT AROUND! (pass it around)
(various screaming and yelling)
DRINK IT UP BABY! (drink it up baby)
TILL YOU FALL OUT! (till you fall out)
COME ON, BUST SOME WINE BABY! (bust some wine)
LET ME POUR IT IN YOUR MOUTH! (in your mouth)
NOW ALL YOU KOOL-AID DRINKERS! (Kool-Aid drinkers)
WHO DON'T LIKE TO GET DRUUUUNK! (like to get drunk)
NEXT TIME I COME TO YOUR PARTY (come to your party)
I'M GONNA SPIKE YOUR PUUUNCH! (spike yo punch)
I ALWAYS GET PULLED OVER (get pulled over)
AND HAVE TO WALK A STRAIGHT LINE (a straight line)
I ALWAYS GET THE TICKETS! (get the tickets)
BUT THE WINE STAYS MINE! (wine stays mine)
DRINK IT UP BABY! (drink it up baby)
GULP IT ON DOWN! (gulp it on down)
COME ON, COME ON, SUCK IT UP BABY! (suck it up baby)
SIP IT AND PASS IT AROUND! (pass it around)
NOW THE BOYS IN THE HOOD! (boys in the hood)
SOMETIMES GET HIGH! (sometimes get high)
BUT I JUST DRINK 8-BALLLLLLS! (just drink 8-ball)
BECAUSE IT'S CHEAPER TO BUY! (cheaper to buy)
SO IT'S TIME TO GO HOME! (time to go home)
BEFORE THE POLICE COME! (the police come)
CAUSE IF I GO TO JAIL, Y'ALL! (go to jail)
I CAN'T DRINK NO MORE RUM! (drink no more rum)
DRINK IT UP BABY! (drink it up baby)
GULP IT ON DOWN! (gulp it on down)
COME ON, COME ON, SUCK IT UP BABY! (suck it up baby)
SIP IT AND PASS IT AROUND! (pass it around)
awwwwww.....
awwwwww.....
Awwwwww.....
Awwwwww.....
Wait a minute man, winos can't sing! Yall, oughta cut that out!
Since we're talkin bout drinkin, here's a suggestion
People listen up, here's a question
Do you drink Crown Roooo-yal!
(YEAH!)
What about Maaad Doooogg!
(NOOOOOOW)
What about Jack Daaaniels!
(YEAH!)
Gin and (Sooockllllle?)
(YEAH!)
What about some Night Train?
(YEAH!)
Compton's fiiiinest!
(REEEEEUHHH!)
But if you're not a hard drinker.....(you must be a ruler)
I wanna hear you scream (all the folks who drink coolers)
[various screaming and acting a fool]
(Ayiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyi!)
(WATAPATATA-WABAAAAHHH!)
(Arrrrrrrribaaaaaa!)
(A cheese dog! I did it in about 87 seconds!)
(I ate your mama's burrito, man!)

(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

[Dre:]
The motherfucking saga continues...
All of you who don't believe in the real gangsta shit,
cause when it comes to the real niggaz,
it makes the shit they're much harder to deal with.
Yeah, above the laws in this motherfucker,
like Mafia for life, down with the real niggaz 4 life.
Ha-ha, yo sweet-talk, tell 'em what the fuck we're here for...
Well I write ya, USE, Compton, Watts, The Wood,
all across the motherfucking USA.
They know I'm walking through the valley of real niggaz,
I should fear no man on the motherfucking planet, hit me one.
Cause I've been to the mountain top y'all,
and I have been seeing through the eyes of a real nigga.
Yo, what you think about the real niggaz 187?
Yo, they make some of the coooooolest shit I had never heard,
Yo, when we came, G, I almost gave it up,
to the ruthless motherfucking gangstas.
Fear no man...
...because you're shit man yourself,
time to put the world at yourself man.
Me not seeing bobba-clot mobbing to see a pussy-clot run,
bob-bob-bob-bob-bob, keep Babylon on the run, see...
[Ren:]
The real niggaz is back, cause there's to many bullshit records out,
niggaz beat it for what we put out.
But you don't have to wait no longer,
because the new album is out and the shit is much stronger.
So many groups made three albums or more,
and their weak-ass shit is still sitting in the record-store.
They wonder why it never sold,
niggaz rapping since the seventies and still never went gold.
Our first record sold two million copies,
that's because you other motherfuckers are sloppy.
You came out the streets and crossed over,
and after that your career is fucking over.
Because after that you're not around,
so shut the fuck up, and witness the sound of some real niggaz.
[Eazy:]
Yeah, motherfucker.
keeping all you busters on the run in ninety-one, kick that shit Ren.
[Ren:]
Most niggaz can't understand,
and never will if they ain't part of the ruthless Mafia-clan.
Niggaz is dedicated to the streets,
with hyped fucking lyrics and a dope ass beat.
The songs will never come soft, because I come off,
so don't get in my way or motherfucker you'll be cut off.
And it's something you can move your lips to,
to wrap around my dick and suck if it fits you.
And let me now if you wanna ride the D-I-C-K,
all day that's with no play.
Cause ain't no rap group out, that I know,
that makes me wanna listen to the radio.
All I hear is motherfuckers trying to make a comeback with lovesongs,
and that shit is whack.
And that's why your ass ain't around,

Ae yo
This is what we want to do with you right now
We want you all to listen up
as we going some our greatest hits
from Straight Outta Compton
100 Miles and Runnin'
and our new shit
The Greatests shit
Niggaz 4 Life
Let's check this shit out
{Police street background}
Give me my purse
give it back my purse.
ahh shit man that bitchy Black Gangsta
are out-it again.
You are now about to witness
the strength of street knowledge
Straight of the streets of Compton
Decicated and out most suckers hate-ed
Will you put your hands to give a four
Eazy-E and N W A
NWA Straight Outta Compton Video banned on MTV
NWA Music banned on Most Black Radio Station
NWA Crudiside and for what...Tellin'like it is
Yo we aint survin' out Fuck cross over it now
let them cross over us
FUCK'EM
rose motherfucker still bind nigga
the Media hate shit
Fuck everybody Lets do it
yo strenght
Nigga With Attitude Nigga With Attitude
Nigga With Attitude Nigga With Attitude
DJ Yut D D D DJ Yut D D D
DJ Yut D D D DJ Yut D D D
Make some Noice Make some Noice
Somebody scream!!
{crouds}
Mc Ren move it thu Dre the motherfucker Doctor
Mc Ren move it thu Dre the motherfucker Doctor
Mc Ren move it thu Dre the motherfucker Doctor
Mc Ren move it thu Dre the motherfucker Doctor
Everybody put the motherfucker hands to the air
Everybody put the motherfucker hands to the air

[Intro: girl, Ice Cube]
(Ice Cube, do you think you could give me some money to get my hair done?)
How short's your hair right now?
(Well you know I get it done every week, and I need my nails done too)
Look, I'ma tell you like this
[Verse One:]
I ain't the one, the one to get played like a pooh butt
See I'm from the street, so I know what's up
On these silly games that's played by the women
I'm only happy when I'm goin up in em
But you know, I'm a menace to society
But girls in biker shorts are so fly to me
So I step to em, with aggression
Listen to the kid, and learn a lesson today
See they think we narrow minded
Cause they got a cute face, and big-behinded
So I walk over and say "How ya doin?"
See I'm only down for screwin, but you know
ya gotta play it off cool
Cause if they catch you slippin, you'll get schooled
And they'll get you for your money, son
Next thing you know you're gettin their hair and they nails done
Fool, and they'll let you show em off
But when it comes to sex, they got a bad cough
Or a headache, it's all give and no take
Run out of money, and watch your heart break
They'll drop you like a bad habit
cause a brother with money yo, they gotta have it
Messin with me though, they gets none
You can't juice Ice Cube girl, cause I ain't the one
[Interlude One:]
(Girrrrrl, you got to get these brothers for all the money
you can honey. Cause if they ain't got no money, they can't
do nothin for me but get out of my face.)
(I know what you mean girl, it ain't nothin right jumpin off
unless he got dollars)
[Verse Two:]
Sometimes I used to wonder
How the hell an ugly dude get a fine girl's number
He's gettin juiced for his ducats
I tell a girl in a minute yo, I drive a bucket
And won't think nuttin of it
She can ride or walk, either leave it or love it
I show her that I'm not the O, the N-E, say
I'm a ruthless N-I double-G A
Cause I'm gamin on a female that's gamin on me
You know I spell girl with a B
A brother like me is only out for one thing
I think with my ding-a-ling, but I won't bring no
flowers to your doorstep, when we goin out
Cause you'll take it for granted, no doubt
And after the date, I'ma want to do the wild thing
You want lobster huh? I'm thinking Burger King
And when I take you, you get frustrated
You can't juice Ice Cube and you hate it
But you see, I don't go nuts
Over girls like you with the BIG ol butts
It start comin out the pocket, to knock it
But when the damage is done...
You can only lay me girl, you can't play me girl
For the simple fact that, I ain't the one
[Interlude Two:]
(I don't care how they look if they got money,
we can hook up but they ain't gettin none.)
(Yeah I just make em think they gonna get some,
play up they mind a lil bit, and get that money.)
(Oh Ice Cube, can I have some money pleeeease?)
[Verse Three:]
Give you money why bother
Cause you know I'm lookin nothin like your father
Girl, I can't be played or ganked
Ganked means getting took for your bank
Or your gold or your money or something
Nine times outta ten, she's giving up nothing
They get mad when I put it in perspective
But let's see if my knowledge is effective
To the brothas man they robbing you blind
Cause they fine with a big behind, but pay it no mind
Keep your money to yourself homie
and if you got enough game
You'll get her name and her number
Without going under
You can't leave em and love and stay above em
I used to get no play now she stay behind me
Cause I said I had a Benz 190
But I lied and played the one
Just to get some now she feels dumb
To my homies it's funny
But that's what you get trying to play me for my money
Now don't you feel used
But I don't give hoot, huh, because I knock boots
You shouldn't be, so damn material
And try to milk Ice Cube like cereal
Now how many times do I have to say it
Cause if I have to go get a gun
You girls will learn I don't burn
You think I'm a sucka, but I ain't the one
[Outro:]
(But you said you love me!)
I don't see no rings on this finger
(Why you doin me like this? I love you!)

hehehehehehehahahahaha
Yeah, it's me again...
so check it out - ladies, not gentlemen
Drop your draws, come and sit
And let's get into this yeah ..
Easily I'm aproachin'
There ain't no jokin'
When the pussy holes are open
Ready to fuck until my dick is raw
Yo! the muthafuckin' devil son of law
Now it's the E, the mothafuckin' pussy beater
And I'm a quick-up trick-up up a quid to trick up the bitch
So come here bitch and lick up the lick up the lick up the dick
Now how many nuts would it take for me,
To let that bitch graduate to lesson 3, let's see...
(Splash Splash ..)
Ah you can see I straight wax that ass
Back up bitch unless you want nut in your eye
I never never ever ever seen a bitch cry
Nut 1, nut 2 nut 4 5 6
I lost the 3rd nut in the mix - fuck it!
Hey yo yella boy, let's rewind it!
6 5 4 nut 3 is up
Gimme that gimme that gimme that nut
You wanna feel the dick baby try your luck
Because the E likes to fuck fuck fuck yo
I get 'em stuck-on and get the fuck on
Give 'em a dick to roam and tell 'em thanks for the pussy hole
I find 'em fuck 'em and flee you know
but before I d.o'
yo, I take a ho' to the hotel
to the motel
to the holiday inn
yo, if that bitch start fuckin' up (what's you do?)
I'll just fuck her friend ...
Ah Dr. Dre (what up?) , my mellow (yo)
it's on you, so whatcha gonna do?
Well, it's on and on and on and on
Yo the beat don't stoppin' 'till the break o' dawn
Yo, every bitch I know they wanna get with me
The mothafuckin' notorious D-R-E
Spit game at a bitch while a nigga's around
And you know most ho's knows not to clown
'Cause if a bitch tries to diss me
what the fuck I lick her
I smack the bitch up and shoot the nigga that's with her
That's the kind of nigga that you're listenin' to
Talk to you for a minute get my dick in you .. yo
NOW EVERY SINGLE BITCH GOT A PRICE TO PAY
UP ON THE DICKS OF N.W.A
I find 'em fuck 'em and flee you know
but before I d.o'
yo, I take a ho' to the hotel
to the motel
to the holiday inn (say what??!)
if that bitch start fuckin' up, yo
I'll just fuck her friend ...
Now M.C. REN (what up) my mellow (a check it out) it's on you so what
the fuck you're gonna do?
Now gather 'round yo
And check it out yo
And all the bitches come and suck up all my balls yo
And take a ticket to play with it like a slicky
So put your lips on my big chocolate twinkie
And you swallow all the nut
If you bitches are smart
To make my dick pop up like a pop-chart
But after I nut I might leave you
But first I must decieve you, because bitch I don't need you
And don't say that you love me too
'Cause if I turn my back you would fuck the whole crew
You're nothin' but a stank ho' tryin' to take my bank ho'
So I have to let you know ..
At a hotel
And a motel
And a holiday inn (say what??!)

[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

I got a taste for waste and a taste and a blood
Murder I heard her when she screamed the "Drop!"
Cuz it's on part of slung
Relate this to no choice
And listen to this straight-up man before they ban the voice
While I ride to the rythem of a pop
Remember the first nigga that runs is the first to get shot
Whoever thinks that what I say and betray is negativity
Need to come kick it in the city with me
And find the black and crack de fact
And take that shit back cuz they don't wanna fuck with that
There's too many niggaz they're tryin' to calm
If mothafuckaz could get it, nobody would've fuck with it
Appetite for destruction -
For him to get a bit more shit he gotta commit -
Murder in the first degree - a man slaughter
Takin' a life of his wife and young doughter
A whole city of bitches they look sucked up
And the niggaz iz killin' it's straight fucked up
Whoever sayin' what I'm sayin'z for greed
The 9 even when they're tryin' to feed my appetite for destruction
" .. you gotta know I'm talkin' to .. "
The Appetite is tremendous
So I'm gonna spin this
Drop up some violence because they ax me to end this
Some trouble that I cought cuz I was noisy
A nigga tried to take advantage because I'm de kamikazi
He took de swing from my hand - thought I was faded
Start runnin' for the door but the fucker never made it
The sound of the 9 went BANG [shot]
And all over the wall was his mothafuckin' brain
Cuz I'm a nigga you can't sleep on
So set the alarm, cuz I'm hittin' like a mothafuckin' bomb
I do damage with the 9 in my hand
But the average nigga they do not mean to understand
I'm from the streets so therefor
You know I don't care for
A sucker that ain't down with the real niggaz the niggaz the niggaz yo
And after when the shit gotta go ain't even sober
Any time that the 9 wanna leave
I got a .38 hittin' down the sleeve
And it's ready to go to work cuz that's what it's here for
I shoot down a milion niggaz and shoot one more
And that's the milion and one
They could'nt hang with the appetite
Cuz they was'nt rappin' right
So I had to destroy whoever was standin' in my presence
For fuckin' up de asses appetite for destruction
"Cops would'nt hurt you, on your ass, man, you know, they realy degrade you,
I suppose you don't believe that shit, don't believe in cops degrade you,
Oh come on, those biddin'z, those people was resistin' arrest"
Check it out yo, in de house yo
So I can show and flow and let the people know
So won't you ease on down to the yellow brick road to Compton
But first let me tell you somethin' -
I possess to 10 commendmendts of the Hip Hop Baxter,
Known as the thief and murderer :
First one -
I'm a be a nigga with an attitude
Gotta get respected, break your mothafuckin' neck
Second one -
Allwayz gotta fuck at a wedlock
I like it when the pussy goes snack crack and pop
Number three -
I'm a gangsta, an addict
I smoke any foolz tryin' to cause some statix
Number four -
Here's what's these are
A crazy-ass nigga that remains hard core
Fifth one -
My kill has just begun
I pull out my gun that will keep me on the run
Step six -
Hmmm, it's kinda tricky -
Can't forget that I'm mothafuckin' chickenshit
To the ones who tries to play the E -
By the time you reach Seven you'll be 6 feet deep
Number eight -
Make no mistake,
Move real slicky and you're bound to catch yo' pray
Ninth one -
I gotta be raw, fuck any brain once your man made law
Last but not least, I must be real -

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'

[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 ? 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 won't phony
She ain't no dummy she's right the ...
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 ether P-M-S
Here, test the girl that's kinda snobby (a'ight)
And I bet you dis a nigga 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, yo, 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
Been your ass over then I'm thru'
? that 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.

[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 motherfucker from around the way
I got a six-shooter, yo' mean I'm brave
Rollin through the hood, to find the boys
to kick dust and cuss, crank up some noise
Police on my drawers, I have to pause
40 ounce in my lap and it's freezin my balls
I hook a right turn and let the boys go past
then I say to myself, "They can kiss my ass!"
Hip to get drunk got the 8 in my lips
Put in the old tape Marvin Gaye's greatest hits
Turn the shit up had the bass cold whompin
Cruisin through the Eastside, South of Compton
See a big ass, and I say word
I took a look at the face, and the bitch was to the curb
Hoes on my tip for the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin
I, was.. "Cool kickin ass"
I, was.. "Raised in L.A."
[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 fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin
"Fuck 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
Fuck the police and a 502
Stepped in the party, I was drunk as hell
Three bitches already said, "Eric yo' breath smells!"
40 ounce in hand, that's what I got
"Yo man you see Eazy earlin in the parkin lot?"
Stepped on your foot, cold dissed yo' hoe
Asked her to dance and she said, "Hell no!"
Called her a bitch cause that's the rule
"Bitch, who you callin a bitch?!"
Boys in the hood tryin to keep me cool
You tell my homeboy you wanna kick my butt
I walked in your face and we get 'em up
I start droppin the dogs, and wathc you fold
Just dumb full of cum, got knocked out cold
"Made you look sick you snotty-nosed prick!
Now your fly bitch is all over his dick!"
Punk got dropped cause the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin
[Flavor Flav] "Stomp a mudhole in your ass!"
[Flav] "Stomp a mudhole in your ass, BITCH!"
[Verse Four: Eazy-E]
Pass the brew motherfucker while I tear shit up
and y'all listen up close to roll call
Eazy-E's in the place I got money and juice
Rendezvous with me and we make the deuce
Dre makes the beats so god damn funky
Do the Olde 8, fuck the brass monkey
Ice Cube writes the rhymes, that I say
Hail to the niggaz from C.I.A.
Crazy D is down and in effect
We make hardcore jams, so fuck respect
Make a toast punky-punk to the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin
[scratched] "City of Compton!"
[scratched] "City of Compton!" [echoes]

[The D.O.C.]
This ain't no basic hip-hip you make in a bin in your garage
I'm down for showing all you hoes who the hell's in charge
A cold lethal rap warrior, I'm on the attack
Cutting ducks no slack so keep your bitch ass back
Deadly, yeah kicking it, the solo style
On top of the pile, the reigning chump worthwile
Hanging tough I'm the leader, ain't no need to pretend
Like an elevator up, I mean I'm on the ascend
I ain't no east coast rapper, this is a southerner's song
Be warned, it's hard to try and hold a project born
Saying shit that you like, never wearing no Nike
Fucking it up and all I need is my goddamn mic
And a micstand, I don't need no band to play
With a DJ like Rock and a partner like K in effect y'all
Fucking suckers up like five
It's Fila Fresh and I'm the toughest man alive!
[DJ Rock]
Na-na-na-na-na-naaaaa-nah
[Fresh K]
Yo, yo nigga you know you can't even fuck with this
Do it, do it
[DJ Rock]
Na-na-na-na-na-naaaaa-nah
[Fresh K]
Yo, fool, you know you need to jet the fuck off
Get the fuck out my face
[The D.O.C.]
Down from the beginning, hitting hard I'll admit
They keep offering me money and I keep taking the shit
And coolin' cool at the crib cause being cool's how I live
But bucking up will get you rocked if you're a bullshit kid
I like it stylistic, c'mon let's get with it
Coming up with fresh new rhymes like I'm a mystic
You see the D.O.C. and all the Fila I be splurging
Yeah, I know it, you think that I'm encouraging
You to steer wrong boy, so I can go off
A quick run and when I'm done you bet not cough
I'm an annihilator, standing a full 6'3"
And I reall don't think you wanna fuck with me
But then there's always those, clocking all your shows
Getting all out of line trying to impress they hoes
I know some niggas like that round the way who won't quit
"It's the old top" Man shoot that muthafucking shit
I'm physically tough, physically able I qualify
Don't try that gangster bullshit here, this an't no I Spy
You better chill out, that's if you wanna survive
It's Fila Fresh and we're the toughest men alive
[Fresh K]
Yeah, for all you suckers who thought t'all was down, that's
right, kicking that bullshit, yeah we in effect, that's right
holmes, we in effect so get your bitch ass back before you
be floating up a creek, know what I'm sayin?
[DJ Rock]
Float, float on...
[Fresh K]

What we gonna do right here is go back...
Now this is some shit that's from the Dayz of Wayback,
When niggas in Compton first started to jack.
When the bitches wouldn't give you no pussy if you wasn't sellin' drug,
So many bitches in my neighborhood got mugged.
They always loved that shit. They want a nigga that's sellin' Ks.
But nowadays they workin' at Mickey D's.
But in the Dayz of Wayback
I couldn't be laid back,
Because I needed ends and I made that.
I get the nine from my nigga that he lend me and
Start robbin' muthafuckas, just like cowboys and indians.
Anything it took to get paid.
A nigga like Ren already had the plane made.
And I was in it to win it and not to lose.
And shit, it start blowin' up, once I lit the fuse.
And police couldn't touch me because I was payin'em.
But not with no money - Yo, I was frayin'em.
And never get caught because nobody is snitch,
But one hoe did - so Ren had to shoot the bitch!
Now she's in a coffin and my life is better off and
'Cause everybody knows who's the bossin':
That black nigga that they call Ren.
You fuck with me, you gotta fuck with a Mac-10.
So listen to me as I reminisce the Dayz of Wayback...
So check it out y'all...
It was once a time in the Dayz of Wayback
When niggas was gettin' jacked.
In fact it was one I used to pass through up,
And kickin' ass through up.
Muthafuckin' Compton Massacre...
Now let me tell you a little something about Compton
When I was a kid and puttin' my bid in.
Yo, Compton was like still water - just strictly calm.
Now it's like muthafuckin' Vietnam.
Everybody killin', tryin' to make a killin',
Niggas stealin', muthafuckas willin' to dealin'.
With so many ways to come up
The average nigga didn't give a fuck
About another muthafucka in this game and
Claimin' what he claimin',
Livin' like he livin',
Killin' after killin'.
Murder was a dirty job. To rob a dead man
Was the best plan 'cause a dead man never ran.
But now your best friend is your worst friend.
Greed, cash the fee. Make a me more some of what you holdin'.
So now your shit is stolen
And you and your niggas start rollin'.
Yo, to get your shit back ain't a word of.
Muff? It's more murder, more murder, more murder.
They wanna make you think that it's a crack thang,
Or a black thang
Or some niggas in a muthafuckin' gang...
But guns and money they go together like the Ku Klux Klan
A nigga brung up and strung up.
Why do I call myself a nigga you ask me?
Rememberin' the days that's past me...
Yo, never givin' niggas a chance to rest.
The ghetto is like a fuckin' survival test.
And number one way for you to pass,
Yo, get treated like a king and they'll crown your ass.
They never in the wrong though,
So I made a song so
Muthafuckas had know
If, yo, livin situations make you wanna get a gat...

I'm a muthafuking nigga wit an attitude [x4]
[Dr Dre]
I got a case of spitting in a muthafukers face
So me and my ace we got a taste
Of a muthafukers billy club he took his gun and
Put it to my head and said nigga start running
So tell me what's the next episode
Is he crazy, does he want to chase me and waste me
I thought run nigga run but I caught myself
Because my secondary thought was death
i get hit hard real but still muthafuker said
I want another black muthafuker dead
Niggaz ain't good for shit for me
'Cause this is a race fo second class
So get your ass up against the wall Bitch
And then he tried
They jumped me but the punk became a victim of a walkby
Fuking wit Dre, you can't afford to be an asshole
It's just another way to let you know
Niggaz send them,niggaz send them, niggaz send them
Punk can't fuk wit me
Real muthafuking G (Got that)
Straight from the streets of the CPT
Telling you why real niggaz don't die
[Chorus]
I just want to celebrate [x2]
[MC Ren]
Real niggaz don't die 'cause they eventually multiply
The niggaz are wit it but taking out on I
Because the times are so wrong, got to stay so strong
Niggaz got to keep going on and on
And don't let no pail face, they throw your ass in a cell race
Have you resident suck a pie in a jail space
That's what they want to do 'cause the system is fuked around
I try to let you know what the record it's underground
They don't give a fuk about a nigga
They would rather pull the trigger
And have you running from barrels smiling saying geez
So nigga get smart and rebel back
I'm not wit that black just so I'm not gonna nail that
All I see is niggaz getting harrass
We can't do nothing about it but get a foot in they ass
Yo, but a very nigga grabbed a nine
And started shooting muthafukers, it would put them in line
And that's how it's suppose to be
When the pussy ass niggas try to fuk wit me
Yo because the shoes let the dry
To kill a nigga cause nigga a muthafuking real nigga don't die
[Chorus]
I'm a muthafuking nigga wit an attitude
[Eazy-E]
Oh let the good die young, so they make me young and bad
Putting ass kickings on the niggaz that never had
So I guess that makes me tough shit
Straight up gangsta, bum nigga to fuk wit
So how can a nigga die when he's causing the bloodshed
By shooting muthafukas in the head
Trying to make a nigga extinct because they fear me
But never want to hear me
So I'm a let 'em know how a nigga's living
Checking for muthafukas cause nobody ain't giving a damn thing
To a nigga, a real nigga
So I'm living by the muthafuking trigger
Cause a nigga ain't afraid of being locked up
I'm out of luck, so why should I give a fuk
But they still want to try
To kill a nigga like me but muthafuking real niggaz don't die

{Arabian Prince}
It's called the panic zone (the panic zone)
That's right the panic zone
Some people call it torture
but its what we call home
(we are the renegades of this terretory,
and your afraid)
I'm the Arabian Prince (and were N.W.A.)
Don't interfere with the sound you here
coz its a dangerous groove
I'm in control of your mind and sole
don't be afraid just bust the moves
So out your home
your on your own
in the land of the unkwown
Its the darkside, the darkside
its called the panic zone
{Dr Dre}
Do not attempt to adjust your radio
there is nothing wrong
The underworld is taking control
we're not only in control of site and sound,
but of mind
Theres a sign posted up here, and it reads
"the panic zone"
{Arabian Prince}
Now the party is at its peek
so we suggest you move your feet
NWA create the groove
and Dr Dre create the beat
so if you got the juice
and your feelin' loose
let the music take your mind
Its the prince you here
dont interfere our world is one of a kind
This place is called the west,
West-Coast of the USA
the panic zone got its base
in a place we call L.A.
So ladies, all the ladies
if your all alone
just call arabian prince
in the panic zone (pa-pa-panic zone)
Ice Cube is from L.A.
he is in the (Panic Zone, Pa-Panic Zone)
Eazy-E is from Compton
he is in the (Panic Zone, Pa-Panic Zone)
Arabian Prince from Inglewood
he is in the (Panic Zone, Pa-Panic Zone)
Dr Dre is from Compton
he is in the (Panic Zone, Pa-Panic Zone)
The D.O.C. is from East L.A.
he is in the (Panic Zone, Pa-Panic Zone)
Ron-de-Vu is from Compton
he is in the (Panic Zone, Pa-Panic Zone)
C.I.A. is from L.A
they're in the (Panic Zone, Pa-Panic Zone)
Movie Star is from Princeshaw
he is the (Panic Zone, Pa-Panic Zone)
The Wreckin Crew is from L.A.

L (repeated)
LA is the place
I'm not a renegade but you wish I was
Just because I like to hang with boys in the hood
Live in LA always chill on the west coast
A tilly mogul got it close just I mean to boast
I said wassup we'll be who riding on you
Nick name easy E and I'm down with the crew
Come talking that trash
We'll bore(burn) your car
He let the brun(k) (It's not the Bronx?)
It's LA
But just as hard
Don't get me wrong I like to brag on the city I own
Subway RTD don't ride it alone
You might have silly thoughts
That were insane
But the city I'm from
Let me explain
In LA there things you do not do
First of all home-boy don't mess with the crew
You might have silly thoughts that were too soft
But don't play it sweet or get took off
One two, its time to get L
LA Cal I forn ia (3x)
City of angels .. Hollywood
We love it
I turned you on to the best females in the world
I wish they all could be California girls
Like the east where your girls wear too many coats
Bring your clothesie
Runny noiseie
With a sore throat
that the girls in the south I cannot bust
Because the girls are fly and down with us
In the valley not the alley
Is pina not valley
Easy E that's me
Always chip and fally
Hollywood's a bit of beef
Where the scene is raw
Oh yea the strip is a trip on
South Crenshaw (?)
Don't get me wrong I like to brag on the city I own
Boy you walk do what?
Don't walk alone
because
In LA there things you do not do
First of all home-boy don't mess with the crew
You might have silly thoughts that were too soft
But don't play it sweet or get took off
L (repeated)
LA is the place
Build with the brother who build the old school
Ge'll ge'll get a lill stuff of that BEAT BOX ( get get get a little stuff of that beat box)
West coast style from LA
Yes I gets mine, It's got to be that way
It's sunny California that's where I be
If you forgot homeboy I chill with E
In the west I stand that's where you fall
Fell it where a punk goes snatching it all
Rhyme by rhyme record by E
In the city of L
With a devil like me
She's contaminated where the boys are hard
And people like me don't perpetrate the fraud
You wanna mess around
You better get wise
We'll find your but
And cut you down to size
because
In LA there things you do not do
First of all home-boy don't mess with the crew
You might have silly thoughts that were too soft
But don't play it sweet or get took off
LA Cal I forn ia (3x)
City of angels .. Hollywood
We love it
because
In LA there things you do not do
First of all home-boy don't mess with the crew
You might have silly thoughts that were too soft
But don't play it sweet or get took off

{Ice Cube}
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes {Hello... }
{Dr. Dre}
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello... }
{MC Ren}
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello... }
{Ice Cube}
The motherfuckin world is a ghetto
Full of magazines, full clips, and heavy metal
When the smoke settle...
... I'm just lookin for a big yellow;
In six inch stilletos
Dr. Dre {Hello... } perculatin keep em waitin
While you sittin here hatin, yo' bitch is hyperventilatin'
Hopin that we penetratin, you gets natin
Cause I never been to Satan, for hardcore administratin
Gangbang affiliatin; MC Ren'll have you
Wildin off a zone and a whole half a gallon
{Get to dialin... } 9 1 1 emergency
{And you can tell em... } It's my son he's hurtin me
{And he's a felon... } On parole for robbery
Ain't no coppin a plea, ain't no stoppin a G
I'm in the 6 you got to hop in the 3, company monopoly
You handle shit sloppily I drop a ki properly
They call me the Don Dada
Pop a collar, drop a dollar if you hear me you can holla
Even rottweilers, follow, the Impala
Wanna talk about this concrete? Nigga I'm a scholar
The incredible, hetero - sexual, credible
Beg a hoe, let it go, dick ain't edible
Nigga ain't federal, I plan shit
While you hand picked motherfuckers givin up transcripts
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes {Hello... }
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello... }
{Dr. Dre}
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get?
{MC Ren}
Villain blows up yo' spot
Take yo' notebook yo' bitch and yo' glock
This motherfucker thought the coochie had a padlock
You slapped her ass that's alarmin
Cause she want my Worm like Carmen
We chin check niggaz, them thin check niggaz
Run trains on golddiggers beware these fo' niggaz
Scarin motherfuckers like Steven King flicks
Makin niggaz clear the room like a dyke flea a dick
Makin 2nd II None shit, nigga like Quik
So when I bomb first nigga who you rollin with?
Fuck that ice on your wrist, fuck yo' fine ass bitch
Cause you could lose it in a tussle nigga watch me hustle
Watch niggaz kiss my ass without flexin a muscle
Bitches - all in the back they knees waitin to buckle
Same time same channel don't change the dial
Niggaz4Life, fuckin your wife, these niggaz wild {Hello... }
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello... }
{Ice Cube}
I started this gangsta shit
And this the muh'fuckin thanks I get? {Hello... }
{Dr. Dre}
Did I fall off? Got you in your room
Rippin every "Chronic" poster on your wall off
Just cause I put away the sawed off
Now I got you sittin back with a smirk;
Listenin with your arms crossed
Questionin Dre's credibility {What?}
Wondering if it's still in me to produce hits;
Y'all be killin me
As if I need to make mo' - I got a mansion
And six cars that are paid fo' - suck my dick! {Hello... }
We came a long way from not givin a fuck
Sellin tapes out of a trunk to movin this far up
Now we got the whole world starstruck
Made a million plus and still don't give a motherfuck
Motherfucker I'm Dre - I don't need your respect
I don't need to make another album bitch I don't gotta do shit
I do it because I want to not to stay in the game
Fuck the fame, I'm still stayin the same, lil' bitch! {Hello... }
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello... }
{MC Ren}
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello... }
{Ice Cube}
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes {Hello... }
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes
Look at these Niggaz With Attitudes

(Fat girl!)
(You're a fat girl)
(Fat...fat...fat fat fat fat girl) [x2]
(It's funky fresh Eazy E) new kid on tha block
And already got a fat girl on my jock
Now my story's kinda simple, so please take it simple
As I tell you a tale bout this big fat pimple
I was chillin on the ave, drinkin some booze
Saw a fatty comin my way, so what was I to do?
I busted a U, went tha other way again
but forgot that tha Avenue was a dead end
I turned around, here she came, stride for stride
funky fat like that, bout two thirty-five
Stampede was rushin, I double looked
and she had more chins than a chinese phonebook
Five four three ugly as can be, she said
[Ron-de-vu]
Hello Eazy E. Do you remember me? (I said no)
Huhu yes you do suga
My name is Bertha but you can call me booga
Remember the time when you were drunk at a party
We was slow dancin, give ya all this body
[Eazy-E]
When she said that she loved me, I was in shock
Oh my God got a fat girl on my jock
[CHORUS:]
(I got a fat girl on my jock) (Fat girl) (Got a fat girl on my jock)
She gave me tha grin, I showed tha frown
and with a bare hug picked me off tha ground
Squeezion me tight, atttempted to bug me
Grabbed me by tha rear, said (Love me, hug me!)
I was hell, victim of a scandal
coz this girl's too much for E to handle
Broke tha bee's grip, started to run
Back to tha crib, grabbed tha elephant gun
She's grubbin, thighs rubbin in a hot pursuit
I loaded up tha gun bout ready to shoot
She kept on comin because of addiction
Legs on fire because of friction
My gun broke, now I was doomed
Dropped tha double barrel, grabbed tha harpoon
As I swung, tha fat girl fell
Lyin on tha ave just like a beach whale
That's tha story, it's quite ill
and all fat girls y'all besta chill
All overweight freaks stay off my block
Cause it's eerie to have a fat girl on your jock

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 kneels down and sucks my dick! "
It all happened and the guy tried to choke her
Nigga living in cash, ain't nothing but a smoker
That's the way it goes, that's the name of the game
Young brother getting over by slangin' caine
Gold around his neck 14 K, has it
Bitches sucking on his dick, 24-7
Plus he's makin' money keepin' the base heads waiting
Rollin 6-4 with the fresh-ass daytons
Livin' in Compton, California, CA
His Uzi up your ass if he don't get paid
Nigga begging for credit, he's knockin' out teeth
Clockin' much dollars on the 1st and 15th kay shizze is a real fuckin' G
Big lot of money, nothing less than a twenty
Yo, you want a five-oh, the Dopeman got plenty
To be a Dopeman, boy, you must qualify
Don't get high, off your own supply!
From a kid to a G, it's all about money
10-piece, 4-10, base pipe comes free
If people out there ain't hip to the fact
If you see somebody gettin' money 4 crack
He's the
Dopeman! Dopeman!
"Hey man, gimme a hit! "
Dopeman! Dopeman!
"Hey, yo, fuck that shit! "
Dopeman! Dopeman!
"We just can't quit! "
Dopeman! Dopeman!
"Well suck this bitch! "
Wait a minute, wait a minute! Who the fuck are you talking to?
Do you know who the fuck I am? Man, I can't believe this shit
This bitch is tryin' to gank me!
I'll slap you up side your head with 9 inches of limp dick!
You need a nigga with money, so you get a Dopeman
Juice that fool for as much as you can
She likes his car and he gets with her
Got a black-eye 'cause the Dopeman hit her
Let that slide and you pay it no mind
Find that he's slapping you, all the time!
But that's okay 'cause he's so rich
And you ain't nothin' but a Dopeman's bitch
Do what he say and you keep your mouth shut
Poppin' that trash might get you fucked up!
You'll sit and cry if the Dopeman strikes you
He don't give a fuck, he got 2 just like you
There's a another girl in the Dopeman's life
Not quite a bitch but far from a wife
She's called 'The Strawberry' and everybody know
"Strawberry! Strawberry! Is the neighborhood hoe"
Do anything for a hit or two
Give the bitch a rock and she'll fuck your 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 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 is a girl selling pussy for crack to the
Dopeman! Dopeman!
"Hey man, gimme a hit! "
Dopeman! Dopeman!
"Hey, yo, fuck that shit! "
Dopeman! Dopeman!
In your face
Yo Dre, kick in tha bass!
If ya smoke 'Caine, you're a stupid motherfucker
Known around the hood as the schoolyard clucka
Doin' that crack with all the money ya got
On ya hands and knees, searching for a piece of rock
Jonzing for a hit, now ya lookin' for more
Doug stole a Alpine outta Eazy's 6-4
Ya need ya ass whooped 'cause it's outta this Earth
Can't get a 10-piece, need a dollar fifty's worth
Knucklehead nigga, you turned into a crook
But swear up and down, boy, that you ain't hooked
You beat ya friend up and you whooped his ass long
'Cause he hit the pipe till the rock was all gone!
You robbin' and stealin', bugging and illin'
While the Dopeman's dealing
What is killin' your 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 ya beaver
And nigga's are out there, messing up people's health
Yo, what the fuck you gotta say for yourself?
Well, I'm the Dopeman, yeah, boy wear corduroy
Money up to here but unemployed
You keep smoking that rock
And my pocket's getting bigger
Yo, got that 5-0, double-up nigga!
Yeah, high rollin', big money, I'm foldin
Bitch on my tip, for the dick, I'm holdin'
Strong strawberry, jockin' me so early
Hoe, ya wanna hit? Ya gotta get your knees dirty
Well that's my life, that's how it's cut
"Hey Dopeman! " Bitch shut the fuck up!
Gotta make a run, it's a big money deal
Gankers got the fake but you can get the real
From the
Dopeman! Dopeman!
Yeah, that's me!
Dopeman! Dopeman!
Yo, can I get a G?
Dopeman! Dopeman!
Clock as much as he can
Fuck this shit, who am I?
The Dopeman!
Yo, Mr. Dopeman, you think your slick
Ya sold crack to my sister and now she's sick
But if she happens to die because of your drug

[Eazy-E]
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 woo, (little)
or get your groupie ass out my hotel room (ahhhhhhhuuu)
or get your groupie ass out 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)

Police:Ok niggas you got one call
Easy-E:aint that a bitch you fat mother fucker let me
call my home boy and get
us out 7,3,9,6,6 god damn i hope this nigga at
home.Hello EZE:hey whats up
man?Whats up homie? EZE:aww man this mother fuckers got
us down here in this
god damn jail man.Man: No Shit.EZE:Hell yeah man we was
like rollin and shit we
was lookin for some bitches so we pulled up on like 4
fine hoes and you know i
know i didnt know the mother fuckin bitches was
prostotutes man and they was
police aint that a bitch.Man: Hey man where was you`ll
at?EZE:Man we was on
Hollywood, in da Hollywood man lookin at some bitches,
bitches was bad then a
mother fucker man, man dont tell my woman man cause i
dont want her to know
what the fucks goin on you know and fuck up for me man
cause you know you know
all the pussy i get anyway.Man:Yeah word man.Man:Who
was you wit man?EZE:Man i
was wit Yellow,Ren,Dre you know man.Man:man all them
nigga wit you.EZE:Yeah you
know.Man:man aint that a bitch.EZE:Niggas trin to get
they thing wet you know
what i`m sayin.Man:Yeah.EZE:Man fuck it I`ll just let
you talk to Ren he can
tell you a little bit better then i can shit hold

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

[Eazy:]
Aaaah, this is one of them songs
you can kick back and smoke a joint to.
And get real fucked up.
I like to dedicate this one to all the lovely young ladies out there.
Oh me? I'm Eazy E, alias A Whole Taming Motherfucker.
And I want all you ladies to know something...
I'd rather fuck with you all goddamn night,
cause your pussy's good.
Now I'm fucking all your friends,
cause you ran your mouth like I knew you would.
You were bragging to your friends,
saying "Eazy E knows how to fuck".
So bring your ass in here and give me some,
so I can bust a but (go on and sing that shit).
[Chorus:]
I'd rather fuck you, yeah (said I'd rather fuck with you) [x2]
I'd rather fuck with you,
cause I like the way you scream my name.
I know you like this dick,
cause you enjoy the pleasure and pain.
Now I'm riding on this pussy here,
and I'm not gonna stop (I'm not gonna stop bitch).
We can do it doggy style,
and you can get on top (sing this motherfucker).
[Chorus]
Whoo boy, I'd rather fuck with you, yeah (sing that song bitch).
I need you baby, whoo, I'd rather fuck you, I'd rather fuck with you.
I'd rather fuck with you,
cause the other bitches wanna wine and dine (fuck all that).
I better hurry up and bust a nut,
cause it's check-out time.
She said she wanted me to eat the pussy,
well I think I'll pass (I don't think so).
So get your ass up you funky bitch,
and wash your ass (sing this motherfucking shit).