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
Th-th-this is somethin ta dance to [x7]
Boyz-N-The Hood lyrics - N.W.A.
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 rollin' Kilo G
He rolls down his window and he started to say
It's all about making that GTA
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 said shit
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 pulls out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucker dead, LA Times front page
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 said shit
Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I went to a place where my homeboys chill
The fellows out there, making that dollar
I pulled up in my 6-4 Impala
They greet me with a 40 and I started drinking
And from the 8-ball my breath start stinking
Love to get my girl, to rock that body
Before I left I hit the Bacardi
Went to her house to get her out of the pad
Dumb hoe says something stupid that made me mad
She said somethin' that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave
She started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe
Her father jumped out and he started to shout
So I threw a right-cross cold knocked him out
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 said shit
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 offense on the boy, he'll do some time
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 said shit
I went to get them out but there was no bail
The fellaz 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-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 girl but didn't hurt her
Both up state for attempted murder
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 said shit
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 rollin' Kilo G
He rolls down his window and he started to say
It's all about making that GTA
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 said shit
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 pulls out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucker dead, LA Times front page
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 said shit
Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I went to a place where my homeboys chill
The fellows out there, making that dollar
I pulled up in my 6-4 Impala
They greet me with a 40 and I started drinking
And from the 8-ball my breath start stinking
Love to get my girl, to rock that body
Before I left I hit the Bacardi
Went to her house to get her out of the pad
Dumb hoe says something stupid that made me mad
She said somethin' that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave
She started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe
Her father jumped out and he started to shout
So I threw a right-cross cold knocked him out
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 said shit
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 offense on the boy, he'll do some time
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 said shit
I went to get them out but there was no bail
The fellaz 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-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 girl but didn't hurt her
Both up state for attempted murder
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 said shit
8 Ball lyrics - N.W.A.
[Verse One: Eazy E]
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
[Verse Two: Eazy-E]
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
[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 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
[Verse Four: Eazy-E]
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
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
[Verse Two: Eazy-E]
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
[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 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
[Verse Four: Eazy-E]
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
A Bitch Iz A Bitch lyrics - N.W.A.
[Narrator:]
Let's describe a certain female. A female with the disease of character and attitude. If you will, a snob. However, in the 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 plagues their character
Takin' the women of America (yeah)
And it starts with the letter B
It makes a girl like that think she better than me (bitch)
See, some get mad and some just bear it
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 a 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
Motherfuckin' 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 what 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 dissing 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 motherfuckin' bitch.'
'I didn't say you was a bitch.' ( If you stop acting like a goddamn bitch )
'Fuck you, punk-ass nigga!'
'Fuck you, bitch! You sloppy-ass, scandalous-ass ho!
'Fuck you, bitch!
'Fuck you! Who the fuck you think you are?
'Fuck you! Suck my dick, bitch!
Ol' scandalous ass DooDoo dog breath smoking ugly ....
I once knew a bitch who got slapped
'Cause she played 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 blink
'Cause you don't think, yo, shit stinks
Luckily I haven't had a drink
'Cause I'll down yo ass
Than I'll clown yo ass
'Cause the niggas I hang with ain't rich (I ain't rich)
We'll all say 'Fuck you bitch!' (Word up!)
Now, what can I do with a hoe like you
Bend yo ass over then I'm thru'
'Cause 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.
Bitch
Let's describe a certain female. A female with the disease of character and attitude. If you will, a snob. However, in the 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 plagues their character
Takin' the women of America (yeah)
And it starts with the letter B
It makes a girl like that think she better than me (bitch)
See, some get mad and some just bear it
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 a 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
Motherfuckin' 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 what 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 dissing 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 motherfuckin' bitch.'
'I didn't say you was a bitch.' ( If you stop acting like a goddamn bitch )
'Fuck you, punk-ass nigga!'
'Fuck you, bitch! You sloppy-ass, scandalous-ass ho!
'Fuck you, bitch!
'Fuck you! Who the fuck you think you are?
'Fuck you! Suck my dick, bitch!
Ol' scandalous ass DooDoo dog breath smoking ugly ....
I once knew a bitch who got slapped
'Cause she played 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 blink
'Cause you don't think, yo, shit stinks
Luckily I haven't had a drink
'Cause I'll down yo ass
Than I'll clown yo ass
'Cause the niggas I hang with ain't rich (I ain't rich)
We'll all say 'Fuck you bitch!' (Word up!)
Now, what can I do with a hoe like you
Bend yo ass over then I'm thru'
'Cause 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.
Bitch
Drink It Up lyrics - N.W.A. (feat. D.O.C. and Fila Fresh Crew)
(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!)
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!)
Panic Zone lyrics - N.W.A. (feat. Egyptian Lover)
[Intro: Vocoder Box sound by Egyptian Lover]
Panic Zone, don't get your girl in here
A way out in here, a way out in here
A way out in here, a way out in here
A way out in here, a way out in here
A way out in here, a way out in here
Panic Zone, don't get your girl in here
Panic Zone, don't get your girl in here
Panic Zone, don't get your girl
[Verse 1: Arabian Prince]
It's called the Panic Zone
(The Panic Zone!) that's right the Panic Zone
Some people call it torture, but it's where we call home
(We are the renegades of this territory, and you're the prey)
I'm the Arabian Prince (and we're N.W.A.)
Don't interfere with the sound you here
Cause it's a dangerous groove
I'm in control of your mind and soul
Don't be afraid, just bust the moves
So out your home, you're on your own
in the land of the unknown
It's the darkside, the dirty-side
It's called the Panic Zone
[Interlude: Dr. Dre]
Do not attempt to adjust your radio; there is nothing wrong
The underworld is taking control
We're not only in dimension of sight and sound but of mind
There's a sign posted up in here, and it reads the Panic Zone
[Verse 2: Arabian Prince]
Now the party is at the peek
Co we suggest you move your feet
N.W.A. create the groove, and Dr. Dre creates the beat
So if you got the juice, and your feeling loose
Let the music take your mind
The Prince is here, don't interfere
Our world is one of a kind
This place is called the west, west-Coast of the USA
The Panic Zone's homebase, 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)
[Hook: Vocoder Box sound by Egyptian Lover]
A way out in here, a way out in here
A way out in here, a way out in here
A way out in here, a way out in here
A way out in here, a way out in here
[Verse 3: Arabian Prince]
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)
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 Crenshaw
He is in the (Panic Zone, Pa-Panic Zone)
The Wrecking Crew is from L.A.
They're in the (Panic Zone, Pa-Panic Zone)
Smooth Man is from Compton
He is in the (Panic Zone, Pa-Panic Zone)
Our Manager is from L.A.
He is in the (Panic Zone, Pa-Panic Zone)
And the engineer is from the.. (Panic Zone, Pa-Panic Zone)
[Outro: Vocoder Box sound by Egyptian Lover]
The Panic Zone, don't get your girl in here
Panic Zone, don't get your girl in here
Panic Zone, don't get your girl in here
Panic Zone, don't get your girl in the Panic Zone
Panic Zone, don't get your girl in here
A way out in here, a way out in here
A way out in here, a way out in here
A way out in here, a way out in here
A way out in here, a way out in here
Panic Zone, don't get your girl in here
Panic Zone, don't get your girl in here
Panic Zone, don't get your girl
[Verse 1: Arabian Prince]
It's called the Panic Zone
(The Panic Zone!) that's right the Panic Zone
Some people call it torture, but it's where we call home
(We are the renegades of this territory, and you're the prey)
I'm the Arabian Prince (and we're N.W.A.)
Don't interfere with the sound you here
Cause it's a dangerous groove
I'm in control of your mind and soul
Don't be afraid, just bust the moves
So out your home, you're on your own
in the land of the unknown
It's the darkside, the dirty-side
It's called the Panic Zone
[Interlude: Dr. Dre]
Do not attempt to adjust your radio; there is nothing wrong
The underworld is taking control
We're not only in dimension of sight and sound but of mind
There's a sign posted up in here, and it reads the Panic Zone
[Verse 2: Arabian Prince]
Now the party is at the peek
Co we suggest you move your feet
N.W.A. create the groove, and Dr. Dre creates the beat
So if you got the juice, and your feeling loose
Let the music take your mind
The Prince is here, don't interfere
Our world is one of a kind
This place is called the west, west-Coast of the USA
The Panic Zone's homebase, 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)
[Hook: Vocoder Box sound by Egyptian Lover]
A way out in here, a way out in here
A way out in here, a way out in here
A way out in here, a way out in here
A way out in here, a way out in here
[Verse 3: Arabian Prince]
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)
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 Crenshaw
He is in the (Panic Zone, Pa-Panic Zone)
The Wrecking Crew is from L.A.
They're in the (Panic Zone, Pa-Panic Zone)
Smooth Man is from Compton
He is in the (Panic Zone, Pa-Panic Zone)
Our Manager is from L.A.
He is in the (Panic Zone, Pa-Panic Zone)
And the engineer is from the.. (Panic Zone, Pa-Panic Zone)
[Outro: Vocoder Box sound by Egyptian Lover]
The Panic Zone, don't get your girl in here
Panic Zone, don't get your girl in here
Panic Zone, don't get your girl in here
Panic Zone, don't get your girl in the Panic Zone
L.A. Is The Place lyrics - N.W.A. (feat. The D.O.C.)
[Intro: The D.O.C.]
L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A.
L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A.
L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A.
L.A. is the place!
[Eazy-E]
I'm not a renegade but you wish I would
Just because I like to hang with boys in the hood
[Ron-De-Vu]
Live in L.A. always chill on the west coast
A Tilly Mogul got it close just I mean to boast
[Eazy-E]
I said what's up, we'll be who riding on you
Nick name Eazy-E, and I'm down with the crew
You come talking that trash, we'll pull your card
It's not the Bronx, it's L.A. but just as hard
Don't get me wrong I like to brag on the city I own
The Subway R-T-D, don't ride it alone
You might have silly thoughts, that were insane
But the city I'm from, let me explain
[Hook: Ron-De-Vu]
In L.A. there things you do not do
First of all, homeboy, 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
[Chorus: All]
Y'all know the time, it's time to get L
We moved back to L.A. - Cal-I-forn-ia
We moved back to L.A. - Cal-I-forn-ia
We moved back to L.A. - Cal-I-forn-ia
The city of angels.. Hollywood.. we love it
[Eazy-E]
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, misdemeanor not ball-ey
Eazy-E that's me, always chill in Cali'
Hollywood's a bit of beef, where the scene is raw
Ohh yeah, 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
[Hook: Ron-De-Vu]
Because in L.A. there things you do not do
First of all, homeboy, 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
[The D.O.C.]
L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A.
L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A.
L.A. is the place!
[DJ Yella Scratches quotes from below]
Build with the brothers who build the old school
Get a.. get a.. get a little some of that.. BEAT BOX
Get get get a little some of that beat box
[Ron-De-Vu]
West coast style from L.A.
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
Fila wearing a punk goes snatching it all
Rhyme by rhyme record by E
In the city of angels, with a devil like me
She's contaminated where the boys are hard
And people like me don't perpetrate the fraud
You want to mess around, you better get wise
We'll find your butt, and cut you down to size
[Hook: Ron-De-Vu]
Because in L.A. there things you do not do
First of all, homeboy, 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
[Chorus: All]
Y'all know the time, it's time to get L
We moved back to L.A. - Cal-I-forn-ia
We moved back to L.A. - Cal-I-forn-ia
We moved back to L.A. - Cal-I-forn-ia
City of angels.. Hollywood.. we love it
[Hook: Ron-De-Vu]
Because in L.A. there things you do not do
First of all, homeboy, 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.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A.
L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A.
L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A.
L.A. is the place!
[Eazy-E]
I'm not a renegade but you wish I would
Just because I like to hang with boys in the hood
[Ron-De-Vu]
Live in L.A. always chill on the west coast
A Tilly Mogul got it close just I mean to boast
[Eazy-E]
I said what's up, we'll be who riding on you
Nick name Eazy-E, and I'm down with the crew
You come talking that trash, we'll pull your card
It's not the Bronx, it's L.A. but just as hard
Don't get me wrong I like to brag on the city I own
The Subway R-T-D, don't ride it alone
You might have silly thoughts, that were insane
But the city I'm from, let me explain
[Hook: Ron-De-Vu]
In L.A. there things you do not do
First of all, homeboy, 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
[Chorus: All]
Y'all know the time, it's time to get L
We moved back to L.A. - Cal-I-forn-ia
We moved back to L.A. - Cal-I-forn-ia
We moved back to L.A. - Cal-I-forn-ia
The city of angels.. Hollywood.. we love it
[Eazy-E]
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, misdemeanor not ball-ey
Eazy-E that's me, always chill in Cali'
Hollywood's a bit of beef, where the scene is raw
Ohh yeah, 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
[Hook: Ron-De-Vu]
Because in L.A. there things you do not do
First of all, homeboy, 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
[The D.O.C.]
L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A.
L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A. L.A.
L.A. is the place!
[DJ Yella Scratches quotes from below]
Build with the brothers who build the old school
Get a.. get a.. get a little some of that.. BEAT BOX
Get get get a little some of that beat box
[Ron-De-Vu]
West coast style from L.A.
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
Fila wearing a punk goes snatching it all
Rhyme by rhyme record by E
In the city of angels, with a devil like me
She's contaminated where the boys are hard
And people like me don't perpetrate the fraud
You want to mess around, you better get wise
We'll find your butt, and cut you down to size
[Hook: Ron-De-Vu]
Because in L.A. there things you do not do
First of all, homeboy, 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
[Chorus: All]
Y'all know the time, it's time to get L
We moved back to L.A. - Cal-I-forn-ia
We moved back to L.A. - Cal-I-forn-ia
We moved back to L.A. - Cal-I-forn-ia
City of angels.. Hollywood.. we love it
[Hook: Ron-De-Vu]
Because in L.A. there things you do not do
First of all, homeboy, 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
Dopeman lyrics - N.W.A.
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 didn't care, she 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 n' 14 K heaven.
Bitches clockin on his dick, 24-7.
Plus he's makin' money keep the base heads waitin'.
Roll the '64 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.
Big wad of money, nothing less than a twenty.
Yo, you want a 5-0, the Dopeman got plenty.
To be a Dopeman, boy, you must qualify.
Don't get high, off your own supply.
From a ki to a G, it's all about money.
10-piece, 4-10, base pipe comes free.
If people out there not hip to the fact,
If you see somebody gettin' money for crack.
He's the...
Dopeman! Dopeman!
"Hey man, gimme a hit!"
Dopeman! Dopeman!
"Yo, man, 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!
Yo I ought to 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.
We'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 the whole damn crew.
It might be your wife and it might make you sick.
Come home and see her mouth on the Dopeman's dick.
Strawberry, just look you'll see her.
But don't fuck around, she'll give you gonorrhea.
If people out there not hip to the fact
Strawberry is a girl selling pussy for crack to the...
Dopeman! Dopeman!
"Hey man, gimme a hit!"
Dopeman! Dopeman!
"Yo, man, 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.
Jonzin' for a hit, and ya lookin' for more.
Doug stole a Alpine outta Eazy's 64'.
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 dealin'.
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,
You sold crack to my sister and now she's sick.
But if she happens to die because of your drug,
I'm puttin' in your culo, a.38 slug!
"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 didn't care, she 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 n' 14 K heaven.
Bitches clockin on his dick, 24-7.
Plus he's makin' money keep the base heads waitin'.
Roll the '64 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.
Big wad of money, nothing less than a twenty.
Yo, you want a 5-0, the Dopeman got plenty.
To be a Dopeman, boy, you must qualify.
Don't get high, off your own supply.
From a ki to a G, it's all about money.
10-piece, 4-10, base pipe comes free.
If people out there not hip to the fact,
If you see somebody gettin' money for crack.
He's the...
Dopeman! Dopeman!
"Hey man, gimme a hit!"
Dopeman! Dopeman!
"Yo, man, 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!
Yo I ought to 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.
We'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 the whole damn crew.
It might be your wife and it might make you sick.
Come home and see her mouth on the Dopeman's dick.
Strawberry, just look you'll see her.
But don't fuck around, she'll give you gonorrhea.
If people out there not hip to the fact
Strawberry is a girl selling pussy for crack to the...
Dopeman! Dopeman!
"Hey man, gimme a hit!"
Dopeman! Dopeman!
"Yo, man, 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.
Jonzin' for a hit, and ya lookin' for more.
Doug stole a Alpine outta Eazy's 64'.
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 dealin'.
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,
You sold crack to my sister and now she's sick.
But if she happens to die because of your drug,
I'm puttin' in your culo, a.38 slug!
Tuffest Man Alive lyrics - N.W.A. (feat. The D.O.C., Fila Fresh Crew)
[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!
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!
Fat Girl lyrics - N.W.A. (feat. Eazy-E & Ron-De-Vu)
(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
[CHORUS]
(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
[CHORUS]
3 The Hard Way lyrics - N.W.A. (feat. The D.O.C., Dr. Rock, Fresh K (Fila Fresh Crew))
[Intro: The D.O.C. & (Fresh K)]
Here's a mix to make you move, smooth enough to soothe
Slow and lower you can go inside a bassed up groove (So funk it!)
It's gotta be, ain't no need to discuss it
(Yo Doc!) I finna kick this shit, alright! (Alright, then bust it!)
[Verse 1: The D.O.C.]
Rhymes created by the Doc, most definitely down!
I could be bitten by this brother with some bad ass brown
It ain't no joke, he needs some scope
Cause his breath is (cold!) dope
As he talks I can smell it, and I'm seeing the smoke
That's the bad breath bandit, you know what's in store
Stay away cause they breath will knock you (to the floor!)
That boy is (rough!) de soda (tough!) I don't understand
Tests his breath inside his palm, and burned his hand!
He's a tucks destroyer, a Listerine killer
A cavity employer, a yuck-mouth filler
(Say man, you bullshit!) no, that's a fact Fresh K
I wish Velamints could take his breath away
But he's.. always in effect, smelling like dead vermin
Honking the bitches with his firewalls burning
Winch his witch as a curl, just as funky as well
I mean he has a little woman that can match his smell (Yes!)
He has a girlfriend, this is not pretend
She uses deodorant to spray for men
(Scratch and sniff wallpaper all over the house)
Aww shit! (Yeah boy, that's what I'm talking about)
They need ten bars of soap, three boxes of Tide
To make them presentable to go outside
Now my story is true, and my opinion candid
But that is my tale of the bad breath bandit
[Interlude:]
[The D.O.C] But you know, that ain't even half of the shit
[Fresh K:-] Man, what's up?
[The D.O.C] This bitch who stay around the way, you know her K!
[Fresh K:-] Yeah?
[The D.O.C] Y'all want to talk about her?
[Fresh K:-] Bust it!
[Dr. Rock:] Oh kick her ass, man
[Verse 2: The D.O.C.]
Let's talk about girl who's a bonafide witch!
Name is Tammy, better known as bitch!
The boys in the hood all treat her like liquor
Quick is the way they pass her around and then stick her
I'm not saying she minds, she's a first class skeezer
Always on the jock, but only if he's uhh..
Man with the money and the looks to show
(So you saying she's a witch?) yeah Tammy's a material whore
You're getting laid, if you can rock a cross-fader
You got the bank, to make the bitch who'll get paid
Tagging Tammy's a process like when you use a computer
Use her and do her like they did in the old days (Shoot her!)
A whore and she knows it, yeah the knowledge is there
So they say that she's slutty and she tell them she don't care
But y'all I'm keeping my clear, even though she is pretty
(Cause we only use Tammy for a guest to the city) right on!
[Interlude:]
[The D.O.C] But bust this, Tammy ain't the only fucked-up freak in the city
[Dr. Rock:] Well who else, man?
[The D.O.C] Aww, come on Rock, you know her now, You know her
[Dr. Rock:] Seabiscuit breath, right?
[The D.O.C] Yeah, that's her
[Dr. Rock:] Yo! Go on! Bust it homes!
[Verse 3: The D.O.C.]
You stand around the bitch and your nose turns white
You ever thought about what Big Bird's shit smells like?
Well, you take that aroma, multiply it times two
And you think about Sue (Sour-smelling Sue!)
She's a girl that has the power to kill a fresh flower
Rock smelled the whore and said (Damn that bitch is sour!)
Now, I don't judge, I mean that's not what I'm thinking
People do what they want, and I guess she like stinking
But whatever the deal, I think someone should call Guiness
Cause this is kicking a scent that fucks up K's tennis shoes
And a dress, dress it fresh to impress
She really ought to be embarrassed because that girl is a mess
If you ever see her, you'll duck and cover
She looks like your sister but smells like your brother
And since they tell me Trey, honestly phrase:
I let her know that she reminded me of the Gunsmoke days
But it ain't no (thing) if she stink she'll (sing)
But to me it's like she needs a little (Irish Spring)
You ought to know what I'm saying, I hope I made myself clear
About the three ass whores, but Troll I'm out of here
[Outro: The D.O.C.]
Yo yo yo, these three people make me so sick that I gotta go 1988 on it
Tammy your momma ain't got no legs be talking about
I ain't gonna stand for this.. Ha ha ha ha!
[Dr. Rock]
Boy you sick man! You sick! Yeah yeah
[Fresh K]
Yo man! I gotta story from 1988, check it out
Sue, you got so much butter on your teeth
that when you brush your teeth you have to use a butter knife
Ha ha ha ha!
[Dr. Rock]
Get ready for the king, here I come, now check this out
Sour smelling Sue got so much dirt in her ear
that she can grow potatoes, Ha ha ha ha!
Here's a mix to make you move, smooth enough to soothe
Slow and lower you can go inside a bassed up groove (So funk it!)
It's gotta be, ain't no need to discuss it
(Yo Doc!) I finna kick this shit, alright! (Alright, then bust it!)
[Verse 1: The D.O.C.]
Rhymes created by the Doc, most definitely down!
I could be bitten by this brother with some bad ass brown
It ain't no joke, he needs some scope
Cause his breath is (cold!) dope
As he talks I can smell it, and I'm seeing the smoke
That's the bad breath bandit, you know what's in store
Stay away cause they breath will knock you (to the floor!)
That boy is (rough!) de soda (tough!) I don't understand
Tests his breath inside his palm, and burned his hand!
He's a tucks destroyer, a Listerine killer
A cavity employer, a yuck-mouth filler
(Say man, you bullshit!) no, that's a fact Fresh K
I wish Velamints could take his breath away
But he's.. always in effect, smelling like dead vermin
Honking the bitches with his firewalls burning
Winch his witch as a curl, just as funky as well
I mean he has a little woman that can match his smell (Yes!)
He has a girlfriend, this is not pretend
She uses deodorant to spray for men
(Scratch and sniff wallpaper all over the house)
Aww shit! (Yeah boy, that's what I'm talking about)
They need ten bars of soap, three boxes of Tide
To make them presentable to go outside
Now my story is true, and my opinion candid
But that is my tale of the bad breath bandit
[Interlude:]
[The D.O.C] But you know, that ain't even half of the shit
[Fresh K:-] Man, what's up?
[The D.O.C] This bitch who stay around the way, you know her K!
[Fresh K:-] Yeah?
[The D.O.C] Y'all want to talk about her?
[Fresh K:-] Bust it!
[Dr. Rock:] Oh kick her ass, man
[Verse 2: The D.O.C.]
Let's talk about girl who's a bonafide witch!
Name is Tammy, better known as bitch!
The boys in the hood all treat her like liquor
Quick is the way they pass her around and then stick her
I'm not saying she minds, she's a first class skeezer
Always on the jock, but only if he's uhh..
Man with the money and the looks to show
(So you saying she's a witch?) yeah Tammy's a material whore
You're getting laid, if you can rock a cross-fader
You got the bank, to make the bitch who'll get paid
Tagging Tammy's a process like when you use a computer
Use her and do her like they did in the old days (Shoot her!)
A whore and she knows it, yeah the knowledge is there
So they say that she's slutty and she tell them she don't care
But y'all I'm keeping my clear, even though she is pretty
(Cause we only use Tammy for a guest to the city) right on!
[Interlude:]
[The D.O.C] But bust this, Tammy ain't the only fucked-up freak in the city
[Dr. Rock:] Well who else, man?
[The D.O.C] Aww, come on Rock, you know her now, You know her
[Dr. Rock:] Seabiscuit breath, right?
[The D.O.C] Yeah, that's her
[Dr. Rock:] Yo! Go on! Bust it homes!
[Verse 3: The D.O.C.]
You stand around the bitch and your nose turns white
You ever thought about what Big Bird's shit smells like?
Well, you take that aroma, multiply it times two
And you think about Sue (Sour-smelling Sue!)
She's a girl that has the power to kill a fresh flower
Rock smelled the whore and said (Damn that bitch is sour!)
Now, I don't judge, I mean that's not what I'm thinking
People do what they want, and I guess she like stinking
But whatever the deal, I think someone should call Guiness
Cause this is kicking a scent that fucks up K's tennis shoes
And a dress, dress it fresh to impress
She really ought to be embarrassed because that girl is a mess
If you ever see her, you'll duck and cover
She looks like your sister but smells like your brother
And since they tell me Trey, honestly phrase:
I let her know that she reminded me of the Gunsmoke days
But it ain't no (thing) if she stink she'll (sing)
But to me it's like she needs a little (Irish Spring)
You ought to know what I'm saying, I hope I made myself clear
About the three ass whores, but Troll I'm out of here
[Outro: The D.O.C.]
Yo yo yo, these three people make me so sick that I gotta go 1988 on it
Tammy your momma ain't got no legs be talking about
I ain't gonna stand for this.. Ha ha ha ha!
[Dr. Rock]
Boy you sick man! You sick! Yeah yeah
[Fresh K]
Yo man! I gotta story from 1988, check it out
Sue, you got so much butter on your teeth
that when you brush your teeth you have to use a butter knife
Ha ha ha ha!
[Dr. Rock]
Get ready for the king, here I come, now check this out
Sour smelling Sue got so much dirt in her ear
that she can grow potatoes, Ha ha ha ha!
Chin Check lyrics - N.W.A. (feat. Dr. Dre, Ice Cube, Mc Ren, Snoop Dogg)
[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?
[x2] 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
[x6] N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a
[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?
[x2] 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
[x6] N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a
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