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from Dr. Dre - I Need A Doctor [single] (2011)
I'm about to lose my mind You've been gone for so long I'm running out of time I need a doctor Call me a doctor I need a doctor doctor To bring me back to life I told the world one day I would pay it back Say it on tape and lay it record it so that one day I could play it back But I don't even know if I believe it when I'm saying that Doubt startin' to creep in everyday it's just so grey and black Hope I just need a ray of that 'Cause no one sees my vision When I play it for 'em they just say it's wack But they don't know what dope is And I don't know if I was awake or asleep when I wrote this All I know is you came to me when I was at my lowest You picked me up breathed new life in me I owe my life to you Before the life of me I don't see why you don't see like I do But it just dawned on me you lost a son See this light in you It's dark Let me turn on the lights and brighten me and enlighten you I don't think you realize what you mean to me not the slightest clue 'Cause me and you we're like a crew I was like your sidekick You gon' either wanna fight when I get off this fucking mic Or you gon' hug me But I'm out of options there's nothing else I can do cause I'm about to lose my mind You've been gone for so long I'm running out of time I need a doctor Call me a doctor I need a doctor doctor To bring me back to life It hurts when I see you struggle You come to me with ideas You say that these are pieces so I'm puzzled 'Cause the shit I hear is crazy But you're either getting lazy or you don't believe in you no more Seems like your own opinions not one you can form Can't make a decision you keep questioning yourself Second guessing and it's almost like your begging for my help Like I'm YOUR leader You're supposed to fucking be MY mentor I can endure no more I demand you remember who you are It was YOU who believed in me When everyone was telling you don't sign me Everyone at the fucking label lets tell the truth You risked your career for me I know it as well as you Nobody wanted to fuck with the white boy Dre I'm crying in this booth You saved my life now maybe it's my time to save yours But I can never repay you what you did for me is way more But I ain't giving up faith and you ain't giving up on me Get up Dre I'm dying I need you come back for fuck's sake I'm about to lose my mind You've been gone for so long I'm running out of time I need a doctor Call me a doctor I need a doctor doctor To bring me back to life bring me back to life bring me back to life I need a doctor doctor To bring me back to life It literally feels like a lifetime ago But I still remember the shit like it was just yesterday though You walked in yellow jump suit Whole room cracked jokes Once you got inside the booth told you like smoke Went through friends some of them I put on But they just left they said was riding to the death But where the fuck are they now Now that I need them I don't see none of them All I see is Slim Fuck all you fairweather friends All I need is him Fucking backstabbers When the chips were down you just laughed at us Now you bout to feel the fucking wrath of aftermath faggots You gon' see us in our lab jackets and ask where the fuck we been You can kiss my indecisive ass crack maggots and the crackers ass Little cracker jack beat making wack math Backwards producers I'm back bastards One more CD and then I'm packing up my bags and as I leave And I guarantee they'll scream Dre don't leave us like that man cause Im about to lose my mind You've been gone for so long I'm running out of time I need a doctor Call me a doctor I need a doctor doctor To bring me back to life |
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from Dr. Dre - Kush [single] (2010)
Roll up wait a minute Let me put some kush up in it Roll up wait a minute Let me put some kush up in it Roll up wait a minute Let me put some kush up in it Roll up wait a minute Let me put some kush up in it Now its that puff puff pass shit chi and chong glass shit blunts to the head kush spillin' no mattress speed boat traffic bitches automatic cross that line fuck around and get yo ass kicked we roll shit that burn slow as fucking malasis probably won't pass it smoke it till the last hit down to the ashes Mary J a bad bitch Andre 3001 another classic go ahead ask him bitches bout how I be smokin' out party all night yea its goin' down order rounds we smokin' a quarter pound of that good stuff O yea we smokin' all night yea puff puff pass that shit right here nigga better than my last batch caramel complexion and her ass black inhale exhale inhale exhale I know you tryna get high Type of shit that have ya leaning sideways make her work for this suicide holla at me cuz I got it all day no need to fly to Jamaica quarter ganja we can get the same thing you want that bom bom biggy holla at my niggi right here in LA inhale exhale inhale exhale Hold up wait a minute let me put some kush up in it hold up wait a minute let me put some kush up in it Still I am tighter than the pants on Will I Am backthrow back still I have a pound in my backpack next to where the swishas at smokin' presidential got some bubba I give ya that need it for my cataracts four hoes and I'm the pimp in my Cadillac you can tell them Cali back matter fact they a know this aint Dro get a whiff of that no it aint no seeds in my sack you aint never gottta ask dawg what he smokin' on shit kush till my mind gone what you think I'm on eyes low I'm blown High as a muthafucka aint no question bout it niggas say smoke me out yea I really doubt it Im Bob Marley reincarnated so faded so If you want it you know yo nigga homie you can put it in a zag or a blunt and get blunted Inhale exhale inhale exhale I know you tryna get high Type of shit that have ya leaning sideways make her work for this suicide holla at me cuz I got it all day no need to fly to Jamaica quarter ganja we can get the same thing you want that bom bom biggy holla at my niggi right here in LA inhale exhale inhale exhale We get that kus we blow on the best smoke inhale slow no joke make yo ass choke hold up wait a minute you can go put it back cuz what you got in yo sack boy it aint that aint that Kush we blow on the best smoke inhale slow no joke make yo ass choke Inhale exhale inhale exhale |
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from Snoop Dogg - Snoop Dogg Presents My #1 Priority (2010)
"Kick that shit!" -) Flavor Flav {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*echoes*} Cool kickin ass {*scratch*} cool kickin ass {*scratch*} Cool kickin ass {*scratch*} "Kich that shit!" "Pull up a chair.." -) Rakim {*echoes*} [Verse One: Eazy-E] I don't drink brass monkey, like to be funky Nickname Eazy-E yo' 8 ball junkie Bass drum kickin, to show my shit Rappin holdin my dick boy, I don't quit Crowd rockin motherfucker from around the way I got a six-shooter, yo' mean I'm brave Rollin through the hood, to find the boys to kick dust and cuss, crank up some noise Police on my drawers, I have to pause 40 ounce in my lap and it's freezin my balls I hook a right turn and let the boys go past then I say to myself, "They can kiss my ass!" Hip to get drunk got the 8 in my lips Put in the old tape Marvin Gaye's greatest hits Turn the shit up had the bass cold whompin Cruisin through the Eastside, South of Compton See a big ass, and I say word I took a look at the face, and the bitch was to the curb Hoes on my tip for the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin I, was.. "Cool kickin ass" I, was.. "Raised in L.A." I, was.. "Cruisin down the street in my six-fo'" -) Eazy {"Too, much, posse!" -) Flavor Flav} [Verse Two: Eazy-E] Ridin on Slausson lookin for Crenshaw Turned down the sound, to ditch the law Stopped at a light and had a fit cause a Mexican almost wrecked my shit Flipped his ass off, put it to the floor Bottle was empty so I went to the store Nigga on tilt cause I was drunk See a sissy-ass punk, had to go in my trunk Reached inside cause it's like that Came back out with a silver gat Fired at the punk, and it was all because I had to show the nigga what time it was Pulled out the jammy and like a mirage a sissy like that got out of Dodge Sucka on me cause the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin "Fuck it up y'all!" -) repeat 6X {"YEAH!!!", *guitar riff* -) Beastie Boys} [Verse Three: Eazy-E] Olde English 800 cause that's my brand Take it in a bottle, 40, quart, or can Drink it like a madman, yes I do Fuck the police and a 502 Stepped in the party, I was drunk as hell Three bitches already said, "Eric yo' breath smells!" 40 ounce in hand, that's what I got "Yo man you see Eazy earlin in the parkin lot?" Stepped on your foot, cold dissed yo' hoe Asked her to dance and she said, "Hell no!" Called her a bitch cause that's the rule "Bitch, who you callin a bitch?!" Boys in the hood tryin to keep me cool You tell my homeboy you wanna kick my butt I walked in your face and we get 'em up I start droppin the dogs, and wathc you fold Just dumb full of cum, got knocked out cold "Made you look sick you snotty-nosed prick! Now your fly bitch is all over his dick!" Punk got dropped cause the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin "Stomp a mudhole in your ass!" -) Flavor Flav "Stomp a mudhole in your ass, BITCH!" -) Flav [Verse Four: Eazy-E] Pass the brew motherfucker while I tear shit up and y'all listen up close to roll call Eazy-E's in the place I got money and juice Rendezvous with me and we make the deuce Dre makes the beats so god damn funky Do the Olde 8, fuck the brass monkey Ice Cube writes the rhymes, that I say Hail to the niggaz from C.I.A. Crazy D is down and in effect We make hardcore jams, so fuck respect Make a toast punky-punk to the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*echoes*} {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*scratched to end*} |
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from Eminem - Relapse Refill (2009)
Good evening
This is your fucking captain speaking We will soon be reaching an altitude of 4 million and a half feet That's 8 million miles in the sky Please undo your seat belt for take off You are now free to smoke about the cabin I'm Dre from back in the day from N W A from black and the grey from Chokin' a bitch to smacking her face from Stackin' up bodies to racking their kids up from Racking up hits to stacking them crates up I'm still hungry and I'm back with a tapeworm And we was happening and rap entertainment Me and shady for us competition faggot there ain't none Speak of the devil It's the attack of the rain man Chainsaw in hand bloodstain on my apron Soon as the blades spun vrun they run away from Who want to play dungeon no one is safe from In search of a brain surgeon the great one Wait it ain't funny man It's urgent I need one Two boxes of detergent and a paintgun And a emergency squirtgun to spray everyone So one more time for old time's sake Dre drop that beat and scratch that break Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way And let's go So one more time for old time's sake Dre drop that beat and scratch that break Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way And let's go Smoke signal in the sky like Verizon wireless A nice environment Surprised entirely hypnotized by the sound I surround the hydrants taking lives of firemen Say goodbye here I am again Naked wives and vicodin Before I begin to get so high pussy boy I could spin Vin vin Fuck the handle I fly off the hinge Let the boy off the bench coach and throw it to him There he goes in his trench coat and them clothes again Baby make us some french toast and show us some skin I'll show you every inch girls of my foreskin Show me nipple I pinch both and throw up a ten Now you know it's a sin to tease blow us again The sorcerer of intercourse if it's forced it's him Don't fight the feeling if you're feeling the force within When you wake in the morning next to the porcelain So one more time for old time's sake Dre drop that beat and scratch that break Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way And let's go So one more time for old time's sake Dre drop that beat and scratch that break Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way And let's go Now where there's smoke there's fire Where there's fire there's flames Where there's flames there's chronic Either you high or you ain't I got no time for no games Nah ah he ain't playing He's gonna get the AK and aim it at your brain I'm slightly insane Vodka and creatine Hypnotic and red bull it's an incredible energy drink And it's giving me wings I believe I can fly While I pee on the girl you won't catch me CSI It's as easy as pie and as simple as cake Dre get on the mic and make them tremble and shake Now put your smoke up in the air Raise your Henny and coke And if you really want to get fucked up just let me know We can smoke if there is no more lighter fluid to do it Let's get into it you smoking with the triedest and truest I got the Midas touch when it comes to rolling shit up You muthafuckers ain't smoking you just holding shit up Now here we go let's get up get down hold up a blunt I smoke the kind of stuff that makes the records go number one Cause if at first you don't succeed Won't hurt to smoke some weed Now them words are just a little more personal for me Seeing as how I blew up off puffing them trees Was luck enough for me Fuck yeah light it up sheesh Come on smoke me up cuz Get me contact buzz Get me on track they love me when I'm on that stuff But this is Earth calling Shady man come on back Man we're losing him he won't even respond back fuck Now look at all the pretty women in here Dre it's hot I think we better go check on their temperatures I get the thermometer you get the bandages Now baby just bend over this won't hurt a damn bit So one more time for old time's sake Dre drop that beat and scratch that break Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way And let's go So one more time for old time's sake Dre drop that beat and scratch that break Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way And let's go |
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from Eminem - Old Time's Sake [single] (2009)
Good evening
This is your fucking captain speaking We will soon be reaching an altitude of 4 million and a half feet That's 8 million miles in the sky Please undo your seat belt for take off You are now free to smoke about the cabin I'm Dre from back in the day from N W A from black and the grey from Chokin' a bitch to smacking her face from Stackin' up bodies to racking their kids up from Racking up hits to stacking them crates up I'm still hungry and I'm back with a tapeworm And we was happening and rap entertainment Me and shady for us competition faggot there ain't none Speak of the devil It's the attack of the rain man Chainsaw in hand bloodstain on my apron Soon as the blades spun vrun they run away from Who want to play dungeon no one is safe from In search of a brain surgeon the great one Wait it ain't funny man It's urgent I need one Two boxes of detergent and a paintgun And a emergency squirtgun to spray everyone So one more time for old time's sake Dre drop that beat and scratch that break Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way And let's go So one more time for old time's sake Dre drop that beat and scratch that break Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way And let's go Smoke signal in the sky like Verizon wireless A nice environment Surprised entirely hypnotized by the sound I surround the hydrants taking lives of firemen Say goodbye here I am again Naked wives and vicodin Before I begin to get so high pussy boy I could spin Vin vin Fuck the handle I fly off the hinge Let the boy off the bench coach and throw it to him There he goes in his trench coat and them clothes again Baby make us some french toast and show us some skin I'll show you every inch girls of my foreskin Show me nipple I pinch both and throw up a ten Now you know it's a sin to tease blow us again The sorcerer of intercourse if it's forced it's him Don't fight the feeling if you're feeling the force within When you wake in the morning next to the porcelain So one more time for old time's sake Dre drop that beat and scratch that break Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way And let's go So one more time for old time's sake Dre drop that beat and scratch that break Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way And let's go Now where there's smoke there's fire Where there's fire there's flames Where there's flames there's chronic Either you high or you ain't I got no time for no games Nah ah he ain't playing He's gonna get the AK and aim it at your brain I'm slightly insane Vodka and creatine Hypnotic and red bull it's an incredible energy drink And it's giving me wings I believe I can fly While I pee on the girl you won't catch me CSI It's as easy as pie and as simple as cake Dre get on the mic and make them tremble and shake Now put your smoke up in the air Raise your Henny and coke And if you really want to get fucked up just let me know We can smoke if there is no more lighter fluid to do it Let's get into it you smoking with the triedest and truest I got the Midas touch when it comes to rolling shit up You muthafuckers ain't smoking you just holding shit up Now here we go let's get up get down hold up a blunt I smoke the kind of stuff that makes the records go number one Cause if at first you don't succeed Won't hurt to smoke some weed Now them words are just a little more personal for me Seeing as how I blew up off puffing them trees Was luck enough for me Fuck yeah light it up sheesh Come on smoke me up cuz Get me contact buzz Get me on track they love me when I'm on that stuff But this is Earth calling Shady man come on back Man we're losing him he won't even respond back fuck Now look at all the pretty women in here Dre it's hot I think we better go check on their temperatures I get the thermometer you get the bandages Now baby just bend over this won't hurt a damn bit So one more time for old time's sake Dre drop that beat and scratch that break Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way And let's go So one more time for old time's sake Dre drop that beat and scratch that break Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way And let's go |
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from Eminem - Crack a Bottle [single] (2009)
<i><b>Eminem</b></i>
Oh! Ladies and gentlemen The moment you've all been waiting for... In this corner: weighing 175 pounds, With a record of... 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and 4 murders, The undisputed, most diabolical villain in the world: Slim Shady! So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto Uh-oh, uh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers? I noticed there's so many of them and there's really not that many of us And ladies love us, my posse's kicking up dust It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk Ok! Let's go! Back with Andre the Giant, Mr. Elephant Tusk Fix your musk, you'll be just another one bit the dust Just one of my mother's sons who got thrown under the bus Kiss my butt, lick frumunda cheese from under my nuts It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks It's a must, I redeem my name and haters get mushed Bitches lust, man they love me when I lay in the cut Fist the cup, the lady give her eighty some paper cut Now picture us, it's ridiculous, you curse at the thought 'Cause when I spit the verse the shit gets worse than Worcestershire sauce If I could fit the words as picture perfect, works every time Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes It's elementary, the elephants have entered the room I venture to say with the center of attention, "It's true" Not to mention back with a vengeance so here's the signal Of the bat symbol, the platinum trio's back on you hoes So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto Uh-oh, uh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers? I noticed there's so many of them and there's really not that many of us And ladies love us, my posse's kicking up dust It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk Ladies and gentlemen... Dr. Dre! <i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i> They see that low rider go by, they like, "Oh, my!" You ain't got to tell me why you're sick 'cause I know why I dip through in that six tre like, "Sick 'em, Dre" I'm an itch that they cant scratch, they're sick of me But hey, what else can I say? I love L.A. 'Cause over and above all, it's just another day And this one begins where the last one ends Pick up where we left off and get smashed again I'll be damned, just fucked around and crashed my Benz Driving 'round with a smashed front end, let's cash that one in Grab another one from out the stable The Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El Dorado The hell if I know, do I want leather seats or vinyl? Decisions, decisions, garage looks like precision collision Or maico, beats quake like Waco Just keep the bass low speakers away from your face though <i><b>Eminem</b></i> So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto Uh-oh, uh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers? I noticed there's so many of them and there's really not that many of us And ladies love us, my posse's kicking up dust It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk And I take great pleasure in introducing... 50 Cent! <i><b>50 Cent</b></i> It's bottle after bottle The money ain't a thang when you party with me It's what we into, it's simple We ball out of control like you wouldn't believe I'm the napalm, the bomb, the don, I'm King Kong Get rolled on, wrapped up and reigned on I'm so calm, through Vietnam, ring the alarm Bring the Chandon, burn marajaun do what you want Nigga on and on till the break of what? Get the paper man I'm caking you know I don't give a fuck I spend it like it don't mean nothing Blow it like it's supposed to be blown, Motherfucker, I'm grown I stunt, I style, I flash the shit I gets what the fuck I want, so what? I trick Fat ass, burgundy bags, classy shit Jimmy Choo shoes, I say, "Move a-bitch, move" <i><b>Eminem</b></i> So crack a bottle, let your body waddle Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto Uh-oh, uh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers? I noticed there's so many of them and there's really not that many of us And ladies love us, my posse's kicking up dust It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk |
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from N.W.A - N.W.A And Their Family Tree (2008)
Cruising down the street in my 6-4 Jockin the freaks clocking the dough Went to the park to get the scoop Knuckleheads out there cold shooting some hoops A car pulls up who can it be A fresh El Camino rolled, Kilo G He rolls down his window and he started to say It's all about making that GTA chorus Cuz the boyz n tha hood are always hard You come talking that trash we'll pull your card Knowing nothing in life but to be legit Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't saying shit [Eazy-E] Donald B's in the place to give me the pace He said my man JB is on freebase The boy JB was a friend of mine Till I caught him in my car trying to steal my Alpine Chased him up the street to call a truce The silly cluck head pulled out a deuce-deuce Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge One sucker dead, LA Times first page chorus [Eazy-E] Bored as hell and I wanna get ill So I went to a place where my homeboys chill The fellows out there, making that dollar I pulled up in my 6-4 Impala They greet me with a 40 and I started drinking And from the 8-ball my breath start stinking Love to get my girl, to rock that body Before I left I hit the Bacardi Went to her house to get her out of the pad Dumb hoe says something stupid that made me mad She said somethin that I couldn't believe So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave She started talkin shit, wouldn't you know? Reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe Her father jumped out and he started to shout So I threw a right-cross cold knocked him out chorus [Eazy-E] I'm rollin hard now I'm under control Then wrapped my 6-4 round the telephone poll I looked at my car and I said, "Oh brother I throw it in the gutter and go buy another" Walkin home I see the G ride Now Kat is drivin Kilo on the side As they busted a U, they got pulled over An undercover cop in a dark green Nova Kat got beaten for resistin arrest He socked the pig in the head for rippin his Guess Now G is caught for doin the crime Fourth offence on the boy, he'll do some time chorus [Eazy-E] I went to get them out but there was no bail The fellaz start to riot in the county jail Two days later in municiple court Kilo G on trial cold cut a fart Disruption of a court, said the judge On a six-year sentence my man didn't budge Bailiff came over to turn him in Kilo G looked up and gave a grin He yelled out "FIRE!" then came Suzy The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi Police shot the bitch but didn't hurt her Both up state for attempted murder chorus |
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from N.W.A - N.W.A And Their Family Tree (2008)
Yo Dre!! [Ice Cube] It was once said by a man who couldn't quit "Dopeman," please can I have another hit The dopeman said, "Cluck, I don't give a shit if your girl kneel down, and suck my dick" It all happened and the guy tried to choke her Nigga didn't care, she ain't nothin but a smoker That's the way goes, that's the name of the game Young brother gettin over by slangin 'caine Gold around his neck in 14 K heaven Bitches clockin on his dick twenty-four/seven Plus he's makin money, keep the bassheads waitin Rollin six-fo' wit the fresh ass Daytons Livin in Compton, Cailfornia C-A His uzi up yo' ass if he don't get paid Nigga beggin for credit, he's knockin out teeth Clockin much dollars on the 1st and 15th Big wad of money nuttin less than a twenty Yo you want a five-oh the dopeman's got plenty To be a dopeman boy you must qualify Don't get high off your own supply From a ki' to a G it's all about money Ten piece for a champ, bass pipe comes free If people out there are not hip to the fact If you see somebody gettin money for crack he's the Chorus: N.W.A. Dopeman, dopeman! (Ay man, give me a hit) Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo man, fuck that shit!) Dopeman, dopeman! (We just can't quit!) Dopeman, dopeman! (Well suck this bitch!) [Dr. Dre] Wait a minute, wait a minute Who the fuck are you talkin to? Do you know who the fuck I am? Man I can't believe this shit This bitch is tryin to gank me Yo I oughta slap you upside yo' head with nine inches of limp dick [Ice Cube] You need a nigga with money so you get a dopeman Juice that fool for as much as you can She like his car, and he get wit her Got a black eye cause the dopeman hit her Let that slide and you pay it no mind Find that he's slappin you all the time But that's okay, cause he's so rich Ain't you ain't nuttin but a dopeman's bitch Do what he say and you keep your mouth shut Poppin that trash might get you fucked up Well sit and cry, if the dopeman strike you He don't give a fuck he got two just like you There's another girl in the dopeman's life Not quite a bitch but far from a wife She's called strawberry and everybody know strawberry strawberry is the neighborhood hoe Do anything for a hit or two Give the bitch a rock she fucked the whole damn crew It might be your wife and it might make you sick Come home and see her mouth on the dopeman's dick Strawberry, just look and you'll see her But don't fuck around she'll give you gonnorhea If people out there are not hip to the fact the strawberry is a girl sellin pussy for crack to the Chorus: N.W.A. Dopeman, dopeman! (Ay man, give me a hit) Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo man, fuck that shit!) Dopeman, dopeman! (In yo' face) Dopeman, dopeman! "Yo Dre!! Kick in the bass!!" [Ice Cube] If you smoke 'caine, you a stupid motherfucker Known around the hood as the schoolyard clucker Doin that crack with all the money you got On your hands and knees, searchin for a piece of rock Jonesin for a hit, and you're lookin for mo' Done stole the Alpine out of Eazy's six-fo' You need your ass whupped cause it's out of this earth To get a ten-piece need a dollar fifty work Knucklehead nigga, yeah you turned into a crook but swear up and down boy that you ain't hooked You beat your friend up, and you whupped his ass long cause he hit the pipe til the rock was all gone You robbin and stealin, buggin and illin while the dopeman's dealin, what is healin yo' pain Cocaine, this shit's insane Yo E she's a berry, let's run a train (Man, I wouldn't touch that bitch) me neither Hoe go home and wash out your beaver And niggaz out there messin up people's health Yo, what the fuck you gotta say for yourself? [Eazy-E] Well I'm the dopeman, yeah boy, wear a courderoy Money up to here but unemployed You keep smokin that rock and my pockets gettin bigger (Yo, got that five-oh double up nigga!) Yeah high rollin, big money I'm foldin Bitch on my tip for the dick I'm holdin Sprung strawberry jockin me so early Hoe you wanna hit you gotta get your knees dirty Now that's my life, that's how it's cut "Hey dopeman!" Bitch, shut the fuck up! Gotta make a run, it's a big money deal Gankers got the fake but you can get the real from the Chorus: N.W.A. Dopeman, dopeman! (Yeah that's me) Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo can I get a G?) Dopeman, dopeman! (Clock as much as he can) Fuck this shit who am I? THE DOPEMAN! [Eazy-E (as Mexican guy)] Yo Mr. Dopeman, you think you're slick You sold crack to my sister, and now she's sick But if she happens to die, because of your drug I'm puttin in your coolo, a thirty-eight slug |
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[Dr. Dre]
Yo man there's a lot of brothers out there flakin and perpetratin but scared to kick reality [Ice Cube] Man, you been doin all this dope producin You ain't had a chance to show 'em what time it is [Dr. Dre] So what you want me to do? {Express yourself!} [Dr. Dre] I'm expressin with my full capabilities And now I'm livin in correctional facilities Cause some don't agree with how I do this I get straight and meditate like a Buddhist I'm droppin flava, my behaviour is hereditary But my technique is very necessary Blame it on Ice Cube; because he said it gets funky when you got a subject and a predicate Add it on a dope beat; and it'll make you think Some suckers just tickle me pink - to my stomach Cause they don't flow like this one You know what? I won't hesitate to diss one or two before I'm through, so don't try to sing this Some drop science; while I'm droppin english Even if Yella, makes it a-capella I still express, yo, I don't smoke weed or sess Cause it's known to give a brother brain damage And brain damage on the mic don't manage - NUTHIN but makin a sucka and you equal Don't be another sequel.. {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} [Dr. Dre] Now, gettin back to the PG That's program, and it's easy Dre is back, new jacks are made hollow Expressin ain't their subject because they like to follow the words, the style, the trend; the records I spin Again and again and again - yo, you're on the other end Whatch a brother playin dope rhymes, with no help There's no fessin or guessin while I'm expressin myself It's crazy to see people be what society wants them to be, but not me RUTHLESS, is the way to go, they know Others say rhymes which fail to be original or they kill where the hip-hop starts Forget about the ghetto, and rap for the pop charts Some musicians cuss at home But scared to use profanity when upon the microphone Yeah, they want reality, but you will hear none They'd rather exaggerate a little fiction Some say no to drugs, and take a stand But after the show, they go lookin for the "Dopeman" Or they ban my group from the radio Hear N.W.A. and say, "Hell no!" But you know it ain't all about wealth As long as you make a note to.. {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} [Dr. Dre] {Express yourself!} .. from the heart cause if you wanna start to move up the chart then expression is a big part of it You ain't efficient when you flow, you ain't swift Movin like a tortoise, full of rigor mortis There's a little bit more to show I got rhymes in my mind, embedded like an embryo or a lesson - all of 'em expression And if you start fessin, I got a Smith and Wessun for ya I might ignore your record because it has no bottom I get loose in the summer winter spring and autumn It's Dre on the mic, gettin physical Doin' the job, N.W.A is the lynch mob! Yes I'ma climb, but you know you need this And the knowledge is growin just like a fetus or a tumor, but here is the rumor Dre is in the neighborhood and he's up to no good When I start expressin myself, Yella, slam it Cause if I stay funky like this I'm doin damage Or I'ma be too hyped, and need a straight jacket I got knowledge, and other suckers lack it So, when you see Dre, a DJ on the mic Ask what it's like - it's like we're gettin hyped tonight Cause if I strike, it ain't for your good health But I won't strike if you just.. {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Go on and do it..} {*music fades*} |
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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 an |
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from Hip Hop: The Collection 2008 [Explicit Version] (2008)
[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Yeah nigga, I'm still fuckin' wit ya Still waters run deep. Still Snoop Dogg & D.R.E. '99 nigga. [Dr. Dre:] Guess who's back? [Snoop Dogg:] Still, still doin' that shit, huh Dre? [Dr. Dre:] Oh for show. [Snoop Dogg:] Yeah. [Dr. Dre:] Check me out. [Verse 1: Dr. Dre] It's still Dre Day nigga, AK nigga Though I've grown alot, can't keep it home alot 'Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock You hear the bass from the truck when I'm on the block Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off. How nigga? My last album was The Chronic They want to know if he still got it They say rap's changed, they want to know how I feel about it. [Snoop Dogg:] If you ain't up on things. [Dr. Dre:] Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my gang Still puffin' my leafs Still fuck with the beats Still not lovin' police. [Snoop Dogg:] Uh uh. [Dr. Dre:] Still rock my khakis with a cuff & a crease. [Snoop Dogg:] For show. [Dr. Dre:] Still got love for the streets, reppin' 213. [Snoop Dogg:] For life. [Dr. Dre:] Still the beats bang, still doin' my thing Since I left ain't too much changed, still. (Chorus - twice) [Snoop Dogg:] I'm representin' for them gangsta's all across the world. (Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-low's girl. [Dr. Dre:] Still takin' my time to perfect a beat & I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E. [2nd Verse: Dr. Dre] Since the last time you heard from me I lost some friends Well, hell, me & Snoop, we dippin' again Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem He's triple platinum, doin' 50 a week Still, I stay close to the heat & even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet My life's like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat Treat rap like Cali weed, I smoke 'til I sleep Wake up in the AM compose a beat I bring the fire 'til your soakin' in your seat It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the truth Since "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin' Cru I'm still at it, After-mathematics In the home of drive-by's & Akmatics Swap meets, sticky green & bad traffic I dip through then I get skin, D.R.E. (Chorus - twice) [Snoop Dogg:] I'm representin' for them gangsta's all across the world. (Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-low's girl. [Dr. Dre:] Still takin' my time to perfect the beat & I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E. [Verse 3: Dr. Dre] It ain't nothin' but more hot shit Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with Whether your coolin' on a corner wit your fly bitch Laid back in the shack, play this track I'm representin' for the gangsta's all across the world. Still... [Snoop Dogg:] Hittin' them corners in them low-low's girl. [Dr. Dre:] I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap Niggas try to be the king but the ace is back. [Snoop Dogg:] So if you ain't up on things. [Dr. Dre:] Dr. Dre be the name still runnin' the game Still, got it wrapped like a mummy Still ain't trippin' love to see young blacks get money Spend time out the hood, take they mom's out the hood Hit my boys off with jobs, no more livin' hard Barbecue's every day, drivin' fancy cars Still gon' get mine regardless. (Chorus - 3 times) [Snoop Dogg:] I'm representin' for them gangsta's all across the world (Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-low's girl. [Dr. Dre:] Still takin' my time to perfect the beat & I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E. [Outro: Snoop Dogg] Right back up in your muthafuckin' ass '95 plus 4 pennies! Add that shit up, D.R.E. right back up on top of things Smoke somethin' wit your dog No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks! Some of that real sticky-icky-icky Oooh wee! Put it in the air Oh you's a fool D.R. [laugh] |
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from Joe 6집 - Ain'T Nothin' Like Me (2007)
(This is)
(This is) Hahahaha Ya I know what this is Listen Yo Joe I tell them girls like this I say My loves the bomb Girl you gotta put me on (3x) Yo Joe, Talk to 'em (Ooow) Listen Yeah My loves the bomb Girl you gotta put me on My loves the bomb Girl you gotta put me on tonight Mmmmm Look I gotta get this money girl, You know I gotta get this stolen, cause I can´t take us living out here strugglin´no more (No more) (No more) Hoo Listen baby Your ears and your neck gotta glisten baby And this is crazy But this the way it's gotta be Baby you're a queen Plus I ain't fit to be a man So the plan for me It's to get the cheese Bye any means Listen to me (Chorus) Every things gonna be alright So relax yourself baby Please cycle (not sure on this word here) down Relax yourself Please cycle (?) down It ain't nottin' nice It ain't nottin' nice It ain't nottin' nice now Said it ain't nottin' nice now It ain't nottin' nice It ain't nottin' nice It ain't nottin' nice now And when we make it I'm gonna fly you to the moon and back Visit the stars Yes you are (You are) So beautiful to me Beautiful as can be Good God sent you to me (?) You're and angel And I hope these streets don't take me Down the wrong road we gonna make Trust in love 'cause it's amazing Yes it is So please Just trust in me Listen to me girl (Chorus) Every things gonna be alright So relax yourself baby Please cycle (not sure on this word here) down Relax yourself Please cycle (?) down It ain't nottin' nice It ain't nottin' nice It ain't nottin' nice now Said it ain't nottin' nice now It ain't nottin' nice (Listen, I said) It ain't nottin' nice (It ain't nottin' nice) It ain't nottin' nice now My loves the bomb Girl you gotta put me on (3x) My loves the bomb Listen Listen I got one hand in the pot Of the holding you tight This life girl You know it ain't right But we live in it Something we're fighting for You know it ain't nice It's why the chrome keep it Nice for me killin-ish I do it for us I pray the Lord forgive it-ish One day we be out the hood God would that be nice It ain't nottin' nice It ain't nottin' nice (Say what?) (I said it ain't nottin' nice) It ain't nottin' nice now (It ain't nottin' nice) Said it ain't nottin' nice now (Wooo) (Come on) It ain't nottin' nice It ain't nottin' nice It ain't nottin' nice now My loves the bomb Girl ya gotta put me on (5x) Relax yourself Girl open self to me-a (again, not sure?) (17x) |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Blue Carpet Treatment (2006)
Yo Doc what up my nigga Snoop Dogg this what it is man This record is so mother fuckin' gangsta man And i think it's time for me and you to just Tone it down a bit Come on Imagine it never happened Imagine no rappin' Imagine niggas trapped Imagine it havin' action Imagine how these niggas could be actin' If you never got this shit crackin Imagine life so hard You can't imagine it's like livin' in city of god You feel me Imagine life on the yard I'm tryin' to get that dollar on some shitty ass job Imagine Biggie with his son Imagine Pac gettin' call pop 'bout one Imagine a mother struggling Dealing with a system that don't give a fuck about who shot her son Imagine life where you can't win When you get out of the ghetto and go right to the pen When you get out to the pen you go right to the jenz So if you get back to the streets you go right back in Imagine Russell still struggling No Def Jam just antoher nigga hustlin And no rocks on them fellaz Just rocks on them fellaz Just try and keep it bubblin' Imagine niggas dressed up From the east to the west coast everybody fucked up I can't imagine no less But it don't take imagination To know niggas been blessed with HIP HOP Before we go Can you imagine Picture years with your mom Can you imagine Hang her picture in the sky Can you imagine Call emergency I've been dreamin' all my life Could you imagine bein' lit up by some hot shells Imagine being tossed around and put in jail Imagine life when you can't get from under Imagine niggas at ya when you done fo' Remember when they asks ya why ya run for and treat ya like a bitch When they kick you in your dick and take your shit We actin' like they hate to see you gun hoe But just imagine if the rappin' got the gun no but you already know Imagine niggaz in the L B C felt just like Snoop Dogg & D R E And felt just like the niggaz in the 2 1 3 Then imagine us was comin' when you fuckin' with me Imagine you was up on top of this shit Imagine if the bitches could stay off this dick I mean imagine we said fuck this shit Imagine if my niggaz got together and tow up this bitch yeah You can't imagine growin' up in the jail done Happy just to be alive' watching all your people run Would you imagine growin' up to sell your 50 million records world wide or fuckin' off somebodies son Imagine if these niggaz never saw a colour Would it be peaceful in them streets where niggaz kill each other All the drunk fool get us pissed on balls He fuckin' off my niggaz they gone murder us all Imagine that Before we go Can you imagine Picture years with your mom Can you imagine Hang her picture in the sky Can you imagine Call emergency I've been dreamin' all my life all my life Before we go Can you imagine Picture years with your mom Can you imagine Hang her picture in the sky Can you imagine Call emergency I've been dreamin' all my life all my life imagine imagine |
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from King T - Thy Kingdom Come (2005)
That told me what to do, so I did my own thing Sometimes shit got thick, but I made it through Now I'm stackin chips everytime the phone ring I'm in a world of liars and carnivores Caught between fires, dope dealin suppliers But I must maintain, think on a level much higher This shit ain't worth a 25 to lifer People always askin me how I made it in this trade Papparazzi got my biz front page Well, all I gotta say is it's a good livin' Beside cars and women this shit gets the bills paid (People of the world, what we're livin for?) That money (money) fast money (money) yeah (People of the world, what we're dyin for?) That money (money) fast money (money) yeah (Everybody's goin crazy for) That money (money) fast money (money) yeah (Fuckin with your head, I can get some of yo) Money (money) cash money (money) yeah How many niggas can say they got they own Got they shit together, got a a nice stash to do whatever Ah, you're sittin at home, hatin on the next man That's makin cheddar, tryin to get his shit together I dreamed of hittin licks when I first got in the mix Way back when DJ's was heavy in the crates for breaks And ain't a damn thing changed But me movin out the firin range to a plushed out estate Small technicalities y'all heard for years Niggas with the problems always out to battle me But I gets my swerve on, don't give a fuck It's just a nigga talkin shit about his bullshit salary(People of the world, what we're livin for?) That money (money) fast money (money) yeah (People of the world, what we're dyin for?) That money (money) fast money (money) yeah (Everybody's goin crazy for) That money (money) fast money (money) yeah (Fuckin with your head, I can get some of yo) Money (money) cash money (money) yeahSince talk is extra it's cut short like Webster's Show me the money or invest this I'm street smart, fuck a lecture Messin with mine'll get you put on a stretcher Lock your jaw like a pitbull apply the pressure Straight bout it, buildin ideas with self-made millionaires To get the dancefloors crowded Hah, how's that black, limousine pull up on the scene Ladies clean, deja-vu's of a wet dream I got enough cream to cater women For any chick that can fade me more than Henny Plus the remedy to make that hard shit At the end of each quarter I'm reapin the largeset harvest If I ain't in L.A. sippin Alize Plottin how to make a meal ticket in a day All I gotta say it's a good livin Besides cars and women this shit gets the bills paid(People of the world, what we're livin for?) That money (money) fast money (money) yeah (People of the world, what we're dyin for?) That money (money) fast money (money) yeah (Everybody's goin crazy for) That money (money) fast money (money) yeah (Fuckin with your head, I can get some of yo) Money (money) cash money (money) yeah (People of the world, what we're livin for?) That money (money) fast money (money) yeah (People of the world, what we're dyin for?) That money (money) fast money (money) yeah (Everybody's goin crazy for) That money (money) fast money (money) yeah (Fuckin with your head, I can get some of yo) Money (money) cash money (money) yeahThe root of all evil And I got a gang of that shit Whaaaat!(Money makes the world go round Money makes the world go round) |
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from Eminem - Encore (2004)
[50] Sh-sh-sh-SHA-DY! Aftermath
[Em] Ha ha, G-G-G-G, G-Unit! [50] Ha ha! (Ha ha) [Chorus: 50 + Eminem] Cause we came here to set this party off right Let′s bounce toniiiiiight And if they don′t let us in through the front do′ Come through the siiiiiide Cause I don′t wanna ever leave the game without at least saying goodbyyyyyye So all my people on the left, all my people on the right scream one last tiiiiiime [Eminem] Get your ass up for the Doctor, one more time Get your ass up for the Doctor, c′mon now! Here we go, cliffhanger, it′s another club banger Got you hangin on the edge of your seat, get on down [Dr. Dre] Time′s up, game′s over, you lose, I win Bout to show these knuckleheads how to do this here Ooh yeah, new year, next phase begin Look who′s got you goin crazy again I′ma trend, I set one every time I′m in I go out and just come back full circle again You a fad, that means you somethin that we already had But once you′re gone you don′t come back [Eminem] Too bad, you′re off the map now, radar can′t even find you We stay on the grind you slip, we out-grind you You walk around mad you let your anger blind you We walk around just playin the violin behind you Enough with all the pissin and moanin, whinin and bitchin Sit and observe, listen you′ll learn if you pay attention Why I send multi-platinum albums, later three diamond Worldwide, we on the charts with a bullet, and still climbin [Chorus] [Em] When Dr. Dre says crunk, you will get it crunk! [Dr] Get it crunk (CRUNK, CRUNK, CRUNK) [Em] And when 50 Cent says jump, you get on one foot and [50] Jump (JUMP, JUMP, JUMP) [Dr. Dre] The buzz is tremendous, we drop you artists censored I don′t gotta promote it, for you to know that Doc is off the benches [Eminem] We keep the party rockin off the hinges We ain′t showin off, we′re just goin off, popular contentions [Dr. Dre] But critics say that Doc is soft, Doc is talk, Doc is all washed up, knock it off, who the fuck is Doc impressin? Doctor′s this, Doctor′s that, you got the wrong impression You must be on the cock of Doc, cause Doc left you all guessin So DJ take the needle and just drop it on the record {*crackle*} WHAT? We gon′ have this motherfucker hoppin in a second (PUMP PUMP) That′s why we always save the best cut last to make you scratch and itch for it like fresh cut grass [Eminem] Cause we done swam with the sharks, wrestled with alligators Spoke to a generation of angry teenagers whom if it wasn′t for rap to bridge the gap maybe raised to be racist Who may have never got to see our faces Graced the cover of Rolling Stone pages, broke down barriers of language and races, just call on the caped crusaders and leave it to me and Dre to pass the mic and we can play the back and forth all day like the hot potato game that′s why we came to [Chorus] [Eminem] 50 Cent, c′mon! [50 Cent] Bounce now, hands up, you know how we do We make the club jump, everywhere we go It′s no secret, everybody know When Dre′s involved, there′s plenty money involved [Dr. Dre] And plenty honies involved, the sunny Sundays and palm trees Cali, every day is just another party from the valleys All the way to them 8 Mile alleys, let′s rally [Eminem] Hands up for the grand finale Now raise up out your seat, Dre′s about to speak Blaze a pound of weed six days up out the week [Dr. Dre] You can catch me in the studio, bangin out the beats to provide you with the heat that keep blazin out your speaker [Eminem] So never say never cause Shady/Aftermath together along with G-Unit Records, presents the return of The, The Doc (and Shady) no one can do it better We tear the club up and leave without a shred of evidence that uh [Chorus] [Eminem] Yeah! Ha ha Still Aftermath, 2006 And don′t worry bout that ″Detox″ album, it′s comin We gon′ make Dre do it (ha ha) 50 Cent, G-Unit Obie Trice, D-Twizy, Stat Quo, Dr. Dre, we ain′t leavin Let′s go! Ha ha Ladies and gentlemen Thank you all for comin out PEACE! {*crowd cheers to fade and chants ″Em-i-nem*} [Eminem] Oh shit, I almost forgot, you′re comin with me! {*gunshots*} [Eminem] {*laughing*} {*scream*} [Eminem] {*laughing*} Bye bye! |
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from N.W.A - Efil4zaggin (2003)
Oi motherf**ker,
Get yo' motherf**kin' hands off me motherfukin' police officer, Ei you bullshit, F**k that shit man, I'm tired of you motherf**kers getin us always getin bust on, motherf**ker, shit. Always tweakin man. Just get in the motherf**kin' cell and shut the f**k up. Shit man, I'm tired of you motherf**kers always f**kin with me all the time man, I'm tired of this shit man. I'm gonna call my bitch, she gonna come get me up out this motherf**ker, ei, what you smiling at in the corner nigger? Shut up and pass me a cigarette foo'. Man i'm tellin' you my bitch gona come get me up outta here. (Phone Ring) Hello? Hello. Leroy? Bitch this ain't no motherf**kin' Leroy, ei i'm in motherf**kin' jail, you better come get me up outta here, it's me baby wassup!? First of all I ain't yo' bitch, Second of all I ain't commin' to get you out of (ahh f**k that ) motherf**kin' nowhere, motherf**ker. F**k you. F**k you! F**k you. Ai, to ai, you betta come pick me up from this motherf**ker, thas all I know. Ei ei what you talkin' bout phone check nigger, you betta wait your turn foo'. Ei come get me up outta here baby, thas all real. Ei, if you don't I just get my other bitch to come get me, f**k it, I just drop you, f**k it. ->Music Yo' wassup niggers and niggettes. If you ever have a problem like this don't call that broke ass nigger you got, and don't call that sorry bitch that don't give a f**k about you anyways. What you need to do is call 1-900-2-Compton (well all right!). 1-900-2-Compton, thats 1-900-2-Compton. This show was sponsered by the niggers that don't give a f**k. |
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from N.W.A - Efil4zaggin (2003)
Intro:
And why do we call ourself 'Niggaz 4 Life'. 'Cause if we die we still gon' be some dead niggas. ""You don't really think you're gonna get away, do you?"" ""We haven't spotted them yet."" ""But they're somewhere in the immediate vicinity."" [MC Ren] A 100 Miles and Runnin'. MC Ren, I hold the gun and You want me to kill a mutherfucker and it's done in. Since I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct - Is one of the main reasons I don't give a fuck. Chances are usually not good 'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood. And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who. When in a black and white the capacity is two. We're not alone, we're three more brothers, I mean street-brothers. Now wearin' my dyes, 'cause I'm not stupid, mutherfuckers. They're out to take our heads for what we said in the past. Point blank - They can kizz my black azz. I didn't stutter when I said ""Fuck Tha Police"". 'Cause it's hard for a nigga to get peace. Now it's broken and can't be fixed. 'Cause police and little black niggers don't mix so Now I'm creepin' through the fall. Runnin' like a team. Well, see, I might have slayed y'all. So for now pack the gun and Hold it in the air. 'Cause MC Ren has a 100 Miles of Runnin'... ""Into this news. Four fugitives are on the run."" ""FBI sources tell us that the four are headed"" ""100 miles to their homebase, Compton."" [Eazy E] Lend me a mutherfuckin' ear. So I can tell you why... [Dr. Dre] Runnin' with my brothers, headed for the homebase. With a steady pace on the face that just we raced. The road ahead goes on and on. The shit is gettin' longer than the mutherfuckin' marathon. Runnin' on but never runnin' out. Stayin' wired and if I get tired, I can still try out. Hitchhikin' if that's what it gotta do. But nobody's pickin' up a Nigga Witta Attitude. Confused... Yo, but Dre's a nigga with nuthin' to lose. One of the few who's been accused and abused Of the crime of poisonin' young minds. But you don't know shit til you been in my shoes. And Dre is back from the C-P-T. Droppin' some shit that's D-O-P-E. So fuck the P-O-L-I-C-E! And any mutherfucker that disagrees. Stuck and runnin' hard, hauling ass. 'Cause I'm a nigga known for havin' a notorious past. My mind was slick - my temper was too quick. Now the FBI's all over my dick. [Eazy E] Got us tick and runnin' just to find the gun that started the clock. That's when the E jumped off the startin' block. A 100 Miles from home and ,yo, it's a long stretch. A little sprintin' mutherfucker that they won't catch. Yeah, back to Compton again. Yo, it's either that or the Federal pen. 'Cause niggas been runnin' since beginning of time. Takin' a minute to tell you what's on my mutherfuckin' mind. Runnin' like I just don't care. Compton's 50 miles but , yo, I'mma get there. Archin' my back and on a straight rough. Just like Carl Lewis I'm ballin' the fuck out. >From city to city I'm a menace as I pass by. Rippin' up shit just so you can remember I'm A straight up nigga that's done in, gunnin' and comin' Straight at yo ass. A 100 Miles and Runnin'... Interlude: This one goes out to the four brothers from Compton. You're almost there, but the FBI has a little message for you: ""Nowhere to run to, baby. Nowhere to hide."" Good luck brothers. [MC Ren] Runnin' like a nigga I hate to lose. Show me on the news but I hate to be abused. I know it was a set-up. So now I'm gonna get up. Even if the FBI wants me to shut up. But I've got 10 000 niggas strong. They got everybody singin' my ""Fuck Tha Police"" song. And while they treat my group like dirt, Their whole fuckin' family is wearin' our T-shirts. So I'mma run til I can't run no more. 'Cause it's time for MC Ren to settle the score. I got a urge to kick down doors. At my grave like a slave even if the Ren calls. [Dr. Dre] Clouds are dark and brothers are hidin'. Dick-tricklin' at the sunny mutherfucker's are ridin'. Started with five and, yo, one couldn't take it. So now there's four 'cause the fifth couldn't make it. The number's even - now I'm leavin'. We're never gettin' took by a bitch with a weave in. Her and the troops are right behind me. But they're so fuckin' stupid, they'll never find me. [Eazy E] One more mile to go through the dark streets. Runnin' like a mutherfucker on my own two feet. But you know I never stumble or lag last. I'm almost home so I better haul ass. Tearin' up everything in sight. It's a little crazy mutherfucker dodging the searchlight. Now that chase, the shit, is done and Four mutherfuckers goin' crazy with A 100 Miles of Runnin'! Outro: Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Surprise, niggas |
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from N.W.A - Efil4zaggin (2003)
Ninety ninety mothafuckin' 1 NWA's back in this mothafuckin' yo Takin' out all you commercicalized ass niggaz And we're on this lay back track And we're doin' this well kinda smooth So what's you're gonna do Dre, Kick it! It's so on le the shit flow on Because I need somethin' to go off on The mothafuckin' D-R-E servin' a death wish So I'm a hit you like this Early in the morning hop into the B-enz I got 44 wayz of gettin' paid Sittin' in my lap as I roll off the Compton blocks To skoop up Ren I heard shots - 1 2 3, Then I see the nigga Hop in de Benz and it was Ren on the mothafuckin' trigger He got in the Benz and said "Dre I was speakin' to de bitch O'shey" [Ice Cube] And as we roll on I seen the patrol on crip So we got ghost because they beat Me and Ren in de black CE, yo, Poppin' some funky shit by de D.O.C I gotta get paid, paid in a hurry see I gotta have it if I'm not paid fully I start takin', makin' sure my shit is steady bumpin' A nigga'z ALWAYZ INTO SOMETHIN' I hear a dope beat Somebody told me to buck dead But if Dre did'nt do it I can't fuck with it NWA is like a mix a fix a trix Real niggaz with big dicks You're takin' a chance when you think that Talkin' under your breath won't lead to young death Fuckin' up shit and shit by the killin' For a nigga labled as bein' - A mothafuckin' Villain But you don't know me, a record can't tell ya I was so afraid I'd be a mothafuckin' faliure Real niggaz got a hat-top breakin' I hooked up with 3 more niggaz and started makin' - Funky-ass shit for your system Might sound nice so it makes you wanna listen to a Sample of a ruthless organization But you don't want the conferntation Real niggaz don't play - Yella, Eazy, Me and the nigga nigga Dre Yo, alwayz makin' sure that my shit is steady bumpin' Yeah, the world's most dangerous group Definetly in this mothafucka Sendin' a shout-out to all the niggaz out there Yo you can get in the pick up and suck de dick up 'till you hick-up You know what I'm sayin' Yo, cuz I'm a nigga for life And I realy don't give a fuck I'm goin' for mine - Every time I see a fuckin' softy - Punk strong as coffee A nigga like that best to back up off me Yo, cuz these are the dayz and the times of de real nigga False niggaz, NWA'z toss' niggaz And that's on de real Cuz I'm a nigga that killz Again and again so tell 'em what's up Ren If i'm not no nothin' I don't feel like So I grab de 9 n' de clip and go to murder mothafuckaz at night Because I'm startin' to feel I'm sittin' in a cell with a crimerz too tragic it could'nt make bail So now they gotta hold me And listen to rehabilizations over and over Sayin' they told me But I don't give a fuck cuz I know my shit is pumpin' A nigga'z ALWAYZ INTO SOMETHIN' |
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from N.W.A - Efil4zaggin (2003)
I got a taste for waste and a taste and a blood
Murder, I heard her when she screamed the drop 'Coz her son caught the slug Relate this to no choice And listen to this straight-up man before they ban the voice While I rhyme to the rhythm of a pop Remember, the first brother to run is the first to get shot Whoever said that what I say and portray is negativity Need to come kick it in the city with me And find the black and crack the fact They take that back because they really can't deal with that There's too many brothers that's tryin' to calm If other people could get it, nobody wouldn't deal with it Appetite for destruction But before he decide to quit, he gotta commit Murder in the first degree, a manslaughter Takin' a life of his wife and young daughter A whole city of women that be smokin' up And the brothers is killin', it's straight loc-in' up Whoever say what I'm sayin's for greed The 9, even what they tryin' to feed, my appetite for destruction You guys know who I'm talkin' to Say what? The appetite is tremendous, so I'm gonna spin this [Incomprehensible] because they ask me to end this Some trouble that I caught 'coz I was nosy Some brother tried to take advantage because of the kamikaze He took a swing from my hand, thought I was faded Start runnin' for the door but it seems he never made it The sound of the 9 went *** And I don't care [Incomprehensible] 'coz it ain't no thing 'Coz I'm a brother you can't sleep on So set the alarm because I hit and destroy like a bomb I do damage with a 9 in my hand But the average sucker that don't know me, don't understand I'm from the streets, so therefore You know I don't care for A brother that ain't down with the real, real, real, real, yo And that's the way to track out a flow, ain't even sober At any time that the 9 wanna leave I got a 38 hidden up the sleeve And it's ready to go to war 'coz that's what it's here for I shoot down a million suckers and shoot one more And that's the million and one, they couldn't hang with the appetite 'Coz they wasn't rappin' right So I had to destroy whoever was standin' in my presence For interferin' with the essence, appetite for destruction Cops put a hurt on your *** man, you know They really degrade you, I suppose you don't believe s*** They don't believe in cops degrade you Oh come on, those *** those people was resistin' arrest Check it out, yo, in the house, yo So I can show and flow and let the people know So won't you ease on down to the Yellow Brick Road to Compton? But first let me show you somethin' I possess the 10 commandments of the hip hop brother Known as the thief and murderer First one, all abide brother with the attitude Gotta give respect 'coz you know I'll break your neck Second one, always gotta do it outta wedlock I like it when it goes snack, crackle and pop Number three, I'm a gangsta fanatic I smoke any fools tryin' to cause some static Number four, here's what's in store A crazy young brother that remains hard core Fifth one, my killin's just begun I pulled out my gun, now that'll keep me on the run Step six, hmm, it's kinda tricky Can't forget that I'm one they call 'Quick' To the ones who tries to play the E By the time you reach 'Seven', you'll be 6 feet deep Number eight, make no mistake Move real slicky and you're bound to catch your prey Ninth one, I gotta be raw Get any brain once your man made law Last but not least, I must be real Number ten is my appetite to kill |
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from N.W.A - Efil4zaggin (2003)
I got a taste for waste and a taste and a blood
Murder, I heard her when she screamed the drop 'Coz her son caught the slug Relate this to no choice And listen to this straight-up man before they ban the voice While I rhyme to the rhythm of a pop Remember, the first brother to run is the first to get shot Whoever said that what I say and portray is negativity Need to come kick it in the city with me And find the black and crack the fact They take that back because they really can't deal with that There's too many brothers that's tryin' to calm If other people could get it, nobody wouldn't deal with it Appetite for destruction But before he decide to quit, he gotta commit Murder in the first degree, a manslaughter Takin' a life of his wife and young daughter A whole city of women that be smokin' up And the brothers is killin', it's straight loc-in' up Whoever say what I'm sayin's for greed The 9, even what they tryin' to feed, my appetite for destruction You guys know who I'm talkin' to Say what? The appetite is tremendous, so I'm gonna spin this [Incomprehensible] because they ask me to end this Some trouble that I caught 'coz I was nosy Some brother tried to take advantage because of the kamikaze He took a swing from my hand, thought I was faded Start runnin' for the door but it seems he never made it The sound of the 9 went *** And I don't care [Incomprehensible] 'coz it ain't no thing 'Coz I'm a brother you can't sleep on So set the alarm because I hit and destroy like a bomb I do damage with a 9 in my hand But the average sucker that don't know me, don't understand I'm from the streets, so therefore You know I don't care for A brother that ain't down with the real, real, real, real, yo And that's the way to track out a flow, ain't even sober At any time that the 9 wanna leave I got a 38 hidden up the sleeve And it's ready to go to war 'coz that's what it's here for I shoot down a million suckers and shoot one more And that's the million and one, they couldn't hang with the appetite 'Coz they wasn't rappin' right So I had to destroy whoever was standin' in my presence For interferin' with the essence, appetite for destruction Cops put a hurt on your *** man, you know They really degrade you, I suppose you don't believe s*** They don't believe in cops degrade you Oh come on, those *** those people was resistin' arrest Check it out, yo, in the house, yo So I can show and flow and let the people know So won't you ease on down to the Yellow Brick Road to Compton? But first let me show you somethin' I possess the 10 commandments of the hip hop brother Known as the thief and murderer First one, all abide brother with the attitude Gotta give respect 'coz you know I'll break your neck Second one, always gotta do it outta wedlock I like it when it goes snack, crackle and pop Number three, I'm a gangsta fanatic I smoke any fools tryin' to cause some static Number four, here's what's in store A crazy young brother that remains hard core Fifth one, my killin's just begun I pulled out my gun, now that'll keep me on the run Step six, hmm, it's kinda tricky Can't forget that I'm one they call 'Quick' To the ones who tries to play the E By the time you reach 'Seven', you'll be 6 feet deep Number eight, make no mistake Move real slicky and you're bound to catch your prey Ninth one, I gotta be raw Get any brain once your man made law Last but not least, I must be real Number ten is my appetite to kill |
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from N.W.A - Efil4zaggin (2003)
[Eazy]
What you want is an unexpected approach, That may delay a suspects awareness of your presence, Until you have a chance to assist the situation you are confronted. Approach to danger, don't move; It's hard to predict what will happen next. (Oh shit, he has a gun!) drop the gun You could've prevented a tragedy. [Ren] You can approach, but the danger-light is blinking, A self-destruct button is activated when I'm thinking. This is a tribulation, the weakened judge, The prophecy was fulfilled cause I never budge. I took up the tools, crucifixion was the extreme, They're seeing doubles of me, but it wasn't a dream. One vision was of life, the other was death, Then I didn't give a fuck if death took your last breath. So you burn in my pit that I call hell, Where you got send because your shit don't sell. My twenty-twenty was blurry from the smoke, Of the niggaz that I burned and tormented but I didn't choke. I started doing 'em, I kept on doing 'em, Do 'em for shoot 'em up till that nigga Ren was booing 'em. And my presence to the suckers was of a stranger, But fuck it, they can approach to the danger. [Eazy] If you can be seen, you can be hit. If you can be hit, you can be killed. (He's on the line! Shoot him!) [Dre] Fatal approach to danger, just to remain a strangler, Outrun, the shot of a gun with a ganger. Murder in the first degree, but it's worse to be, A dead motherfucker or a nigga in custody. With everybody thinking of death I kept working, To be one of the last niggas left. So many people looking for hope, they're broke, Without checking the fingerprints on the motherfuckers' throat. A heart of steal can reveal the real nigga in me, So figuring to see the D-E-A-D Bodies like a nigga's straight walking in a cemetery, So it's very necessary to carry ammunition for niggas wishing, But they better take caution, before Dre goes off, And starts killing motherfuckers, Just in order to change the anger for the real nigga, When I approach to danger Approach the motherfucking danger, Come back to hell and send me some time (this is it y'all) [Eazy] Final approach to danger, death, destruction around every corner, Another dead body and you want to keep running. But even the rain turns black, All you can do is stay alert to try to say out of the search-light. No prison, nobody makes bail, Everybody gotta go but see, it ain't no jail. Think about death, taking your last breath, Heart beating like a motherfucker like there ain't no time left. For so many ways to stay up, I gotta get mine, Even though they want to make a crime. Yo, I'm being real, a better or latter in the beginning, Because it will release the fucking police. Fuck 'em, I approach to danger, Cause I don't give a fuck if somebody gotta get fucked up. So you might as well kiss your ass goodbye, Cause in the long run (we'll all die) |
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from N.W.A - Efil4zaggin (2003)
[Eazy]
What you want is an unexpected approach, That may delay a suspects awareness of your presence, Until you have a chance to assist the situation you are confronted. Approach to danger, don't move; It's hard to predict what will happen next. (Oh shit, he has a gun!) drop the gun You could've prevented a tragedy. [Ren] You can approach, but the danger-light is blinking, A self-destruct button is activated when I'm thinking. This is a tribulation, the weakened judge, The prophecy was fulfilled cause I never budge. I took up the tools, crucifixion was the extreme, They're seeing doubles of me, but it wasn't a dream. One vision was of life, the other was death, Then I didn't give a fuck if death took your last breath. So you burn in my pit that I call hell, Where you got send because your shit don't sell. My twenty-twenty was blurry from the smoke, Of the niggaz that I burned and tormented but I didn't choke. I started doing 'em, I kept on doing 'em, Do 'em for shoot 'em up till that nigga Ren was booing 'em. And my presence to the suckers was of a stranger, But fuck it, they can approach to the danger. [Eazy] If you can be seen, you can be hit. If you can be hit, you can be killed. (He's on the line! Shoot him!) [Dre] Fatal approach to danger, just to remain a strangler, Outrun, the shot of a gun with a ganger. Murder in the first degree, but it's worse to be, A dead motherfucker or a nigga in custody. With everybody thinking of death I kept working, To be one of the last niggas left. So many people looking for hope, they're broke, Without checking the fingerprints on the motherfuckers' throat. A heart of steal can reveal the real nigga in me, So figuring to see the D-E-A-D Bodies like a nigga's straight walking in a cemetery, So it's very necessary to carry ammunition for niggas wishing, But they better take caution, before Dre goes off, And starts killing motherfuckers, Just in order to change the anger for the real nigga, When I approach to danger Approach the motherfucking danger, Come back to hell and send me some time (this is it y'all) [Eazy] Final approach to danger, death, destruction around every corner, Another dead body and you want to keep running. But even the rain turns black, All you can do is stay alert to try to say out of the search-light. No prison, nobody makes bail, Everybody gotta go but see, it ain't no jail. Think about death, taking your last breath, Heart beating like a motherfucker like there ain't no time left. For so many ways to stay up, I gotta get mine, Even though they want to make a crime. Yo, I'm being real, a better or latter in the beginning, Because it will release the fucking police. Fuck 'em, I approach to danger, Cause I don't give a fuck if somebody gotta get fucked up. So you might as well kiss your ass goodbye, Cause in the long run (we'll all die) |
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from N.W.A - Efil4zaggin (2003)
Yo Dre man, I take this bitch out to the movies
An' shit man we're kissin', an' grindin', an' shit So we hop in the back seat, you know man This bitch rubbin' all over my dick and frontin' Like she's gonna give me the pussy Man, and the bitch said 3 words, man 'Stop, no and don't' I said, "Bitch" You don't have to front on me dear So why don't you just give that pussy here? If you'd be good to me, oh, I'll be good to you And we'll both ride home in my automobile All that I want is a little puss' All that I want is just a little head If you'd be good to me, oh, I'll be good to you An' we'll both ride home in my automobile You don't have to front on me bitch Don't be afraid, it's only a dick Give up the pussy soon, all I want is a little room Oh, get your groopy ass up my hotel room Oh, get your groopy ass up my hotel room All I want is the pussy, all I want is the pussy All I want is the pussy, all I want is the pussy If you'd be good to me, oh, I'll be good to you And we'll both ride home in my automobile We'll both ride home in my automobile |
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from N.W.A - Efil4zaggin (2003)
Don't drink that wine, coke would be better
it's easy to find If that won't do smoke a joint or two but don't drink that wine, woooaahhh that wine. |
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from N.W.A - Efil4zaggin (2003)
Homeboy : godamn now lick my balls oh shit.
Bitch : You like that? Homeboy : Put 'em off Bitch : It's good? Homeboy : 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 ... 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 knuckle-heads and all dirty And she's givin' pimp by a nigga that's 30 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 whole strole Commin' back home late night with the bankrob 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..] 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 saw her suckin' a nigga'z dick, another 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 cuz my dick you it's harder than a telepole 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..] 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 "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! Just suck my dick bitch |
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from N.W.A - Efil4zaggin (2003)
Why do I call myself a nigger, you ask me?
Well it's because motherfuckers want to blast me And run me outta 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 getting a job was murder Fuck flipping 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 Getting 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 want to harass me Every time that I'm rolling 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 fucking nasty Bitch this, bitch that Nigger this, nigger that In the mean while my pockets are getting fat Getting paid to say this shit here Making 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 going 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 bullshit 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 fucking 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'm real 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 motherfucking 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 motherfucker that'll have them running for cover You see, I don't give a fuck about nothing Except getting paid, getting bitches, and issuing 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 motherfucking range We ain't gonna change a motherfucking thing I call myself a nigger cause my skin won't whiten I call myself a nigger cause the shit that I'm writin' Hypes me, hypes other motherfuckers 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 educated nigger [Repeats] It's plain to see, you can't change me Cause I'm a be a nigger for life |
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from N.W.A - Efil4zaggin (2003)
The world's most dangerous group
Once again beatin' on your motherfucking 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 guaranteed to give a motherfucker 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 outta 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 something 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 check name me a check 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 outta 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 execute 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 niggas 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 motherfucking 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 comin' 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 mother ho's I told the 2 motherfuckers to take off their clothes Butt naked nothin' left but the shoes I had up a 9 so they couldn't 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! [Easy E] 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, One less bitch you gotta worry about! |
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from N.W.A - Efil4zaggin (2003)
[Dre]
The motherfucking saga continues All of you who don't believe in the real gangsta shit, Cause when it comes to the real niggas, 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 niggas 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 niggas, 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 niggas 187? Yo, they make some of the coolest 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 niggas is back, cause there's to many bullshit records out, Niggas 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, Niggas 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 niggas can't understand, And never will if they ain't part of the ruthless Mafia-clan. Niggas 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 want to ride the D-I-see-K, All day that's with no play. Cause ain't no rap group out, that I know, That makes me want to listen to the radio. All I hear is motherfuckers trying to make a comeback with love songs, And that shit is whack. And that's why your ass ain't around, Cause you don't have the motherfucking sound of a real nigga. |
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from N.W.A - Efil4zaggin (2003)
Ren: Prisoner, like a hostage yo, You should've covered your motherfucking head like an ostrich. Deep in the dirt cause you'se a sucker, And your ass up high so I can kick the motherfucker. Don't try to hang, you best avoid, Cause my foot'll be so far up your ass you'll get hemorrhoids. Before you try to fuck with Ren, I'll put two in your ass, and you'll be shitting in size ten. Dre: First come, first serve, Who else got the nerves, step up and give what you deserve. From the word of a motherfucking hip-hop maniac, Braniac, so what you oughta do is step the fuck back. Now how the fuck you think a rapper lasts, With your ass ain't shit, that is said in the past. Yo, be original, your shit is sloppy, Get off the dick, you motherfucking call-the-coppy. Ren: Falling deep in the drums, with many of styles, That's one of the reasons a nigga ran a hundred miles. Cheating and out, beating the crowd, I kept seating, But weak motherfuckers biting off, and they kept eating. Styles they got are full of bull, cause their vocals are local, In nightclubs, and not getting paid in full. They got the nerve to cuss, only reason niggaz picking your record is cause they thought is was us. Dre: Yo, give 'em what I gotta give, do 'em what I gotto 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 With Attitudes if you didn't know, We blow, flow, and didn't move slow from the get-go. Yo, time for some taking, Yo fuck this shit, Yella kick the break in. (Aaaah!) It's the real thing, you are now (real, real) niggaz! niggaz! Ren: You can run, but you can't hide, you know I'ma find ya, Cause a nigga like Ren's only two steps behind ya. Don't look back because you're shaking and all scared, A nigga in black can be your scariest nightmare. So sleep with the lights on, forget that the mic's on, Don't step on the motherfucking stage with our nights on. Don't see a psycho, and then you just might go, Mentally fucked up when I let the rifle blow. Dre: All these niggaz with the gibber-jabber, But couldn't kill a fly with a motherfucking sledgehammer. Gangsters in black are out there, But only because, yo, it's the shit that we wear. On my motherfucking dick, But I'ma love it when you drop like a motherfucking brick. So yo, step up, go to bed, cause if you're misled, You'll get a motherfucking bullet in your forehead. Eazy (Ren): Black, the good, the bad, the ugly, see, I love streetwise, nigga you know me. Rolling with some real niggaz, playing for keeps, But you motherfuckers know who run the streets. With that hardcore, hip-hop, rap-shit, (Now how much harder can another nigga get). Trying to be like us, sound like us, drift like us, (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 motherfucker that's out to kill, Eazy E, a nigga that's real. Ren: Real niggaz, straight off the streets of Compton. Quick to getting your shit without a second thought. And if your ass gets smoked, it's my bullet you caught. So if you're talking shit about the niggaz in black, Bow down to the kings, and raid a half. They're played out, that's what niggaz were chatting, One nigga left, and they said we ain't having it. People thought we was finished and done with, But if you think about it, yo, we really ain't done shit. Catch, so cover your ears, and wipe off your tears, And quit sniffing all over my dick for new ideas. And when the new record comes, don't come like a fucking bum, Asking for fucking money to buy you a fucking crumb. You're on the dick so far, niggaz not one, And when it comes to dicks, you don't even have one. So braze yourself, to make sure you don't get fucked up, Cause if I let you slide, it's just cause you're locked up. Don't come up my face again, because I'ma floor ya, And if you're a bitch, I'ma fucking ignore ya. Because my attitude's a little bigger, Cause MC Ren is one of the real niggaz. Dre: Lost in the motherfucking world of madness, sadness, But Dre is just a nigga that's glad it's sucker motherfuckers like you making whack jams, because it only you shows you how dope I am. Never try to ignore us, When I'm expressing, stand still like you're full of riggermortis. Cause I'm a real nigga, but I guess you figure, You could break me, take me, but watch me pull the trigger. Dre is just a nigga with heart, a nigga that's smart, A nigga that's paid to say what others are scared to play. We started out with too much cargo, So I'm glad we got rid of Benedict Arto. Yo, N.W.A., criticized for what we say, But I'ma do this shit anyway. Cause I'm the motherfucking doctor, never faking, Yo Yella, kick the motherfucking break in. (Aaaah!) It's the real thing, you are now (real, real) niggaz! niggaz! (Aaaah!) Yeah motherfucker, it's the real thing, you are now (real, real) niggaz! niggaz! Ren: N.W.A., straight outta motherfucking Compton, Taking over shit in all of the nineteen-nineties, Yo, Dr. Dre, DJ Yella, Eazy E, and I am MC Ren, yo, N.W.A. taking over this motherfucker y'all... |
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from N.W.A - Efil4zaggin (2003)
I'm a muthafuking nigga wit an attitude(4x) (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 (2X) (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 Chorus |
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from N.W.A - Efil4zaggin (2003)
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 'cause the ho' was doin' some ole' crazy shit That made me start havin' a fit' 'cause 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' 'cause 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 'cause 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 'cause 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 She swallowed it .. Get it all baby! |
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from N.W.A - Efil4zaggin (2003)
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 'Cuz 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 'cuz 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 That's 'cuz you livin' in, 'The Dayz of Wayback' |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 2 : The Gift & The Curse (2002)
Jeah.. uhh.. it's what I do for a livin nigga Eat for a livin nigga (watcher) That's how I live for a livin nigga.. (watcher) Okay, let's do this (the watcher) [Verse One: Jay-Z] Things just ain't the same for gangsters But I'm a little too famous to shoot these pranksters All of these rap singers claimin they bangers Doin all sorts of twisted shit with they fingers Disrespectin the game, no home trainin or manners I was doin this shit when you was shittin Pampers I was movin them grams 'fore you, knew what a hand that hand was Duckin the vans, radars, the scanners 'Fore you knew what hard white to tame was I was hittin the turnpike, aight with the bammers I was nice with my hands, cuss aight with them hammers I was prickin my finger 'fore you knew what a Fam was I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was Three hundred mill' later, now you understand us Y'all ain't see us comin through Vegas You ever seen so much cham' bust in one night Grand fucked up one fight I was on the Peter Pan bus You was Peter Pan up in your room, y'all fuckin with whom? Allowed me to be taught You cowards is just now learnin the shit that we talk You niggaz ain't know about a Robb Report Bout a high speed Porsche, i.e. You niggaz ain't know how to floss 'til I came through the door like "Eric B. for Pres," respect me in this BITCH! You can't disrespect us cause you got a little check cut You was suckin for so long, fuckin your little neck up Now you too big for your britches, you got a few little bitches You think you Hugh Hefner, you just ridiculous I blew breath for you midgets, I gave life to the game It's only right I got the right to be king Niggaz that got life really like what I sing Cause they know is he really like, niggaz feel my pain Know the shit I DON'T write be the illest shit that's ever been recited in the game word to the hyphen in my NAME! J, A, Y, DASH, Hoffa The past present nigga the future, proper The holy trinity of hip-hop is us We give, Dre his props BUT that's where it stops It's the Roc [Chorus: Truth Hurts] I know, you got your eyes on me I feel you watchin me But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me You try, but what you think you saw Ain't what you thought you saw You bed-da off not lookin at all (Everywhere that I go, ain't the same as befo') (People I used to know, just don't know me no mo') (But everywhere that I go, I got people I know) (Who got people they know, so I suggest you lay low) [Verse Two: Dr. Dre] I'm still on top of the game Still droppin flames, still cock and aim Still at the top had the Roc for the fame over setbacks, there's been a lot since I came You seen it all, how I got, how I gained The momentum when it dropped, how I got through the pain When I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim the streets, they made a special spot for my name Dre, haters wanna stop to my reign But the music lives in me, every drop in my veins The pride and the pain All the way back from the rise of my name See the world clear through the eyes of the mane See the world chear for the rhymes that I gave When the beat bangs it'll drive them insane The eyes that I played The best to emerge in the game is The Watcher [Chorus] [Verse Three: Rakim] I'm "Rated R," my brain contains graphics thangs It turn traumatic teens into addicts, and fiends It's like, watchin a movie through a panoramic screen Which means, I can see the whole planet in the scene Cash is the topic, the object, a fatter pocket Some take the crack and chop it, but those that haven't got it take away the added profit, it's catastrophic I take the gat and cock it, and I'll sit back and watch it These New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully The world is mine and can't nobody keep it from me Yo, my neighborhood is never sunny In the place where the number one cause of death is money You can try copin I've seen enough shit to leave your frame of mind broken I'm still alive and scopin Be another hundred years 'til my skies close in And I'ma die with my eyes open, the watcher [echoes] [Chorus] |
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from Eminem - The Eminem Show (2002)
[Dr. Dre] Huh, so I''m out the game huh?
[Eminem] Yo Dre, we ridin? [Dr. Dre] Whatever [Eminem] Well I''m witchu homie [Dr. Dre] Ok, Let''s handle this muhf*cker [Eminem] I was born to brew up storms ''n stir up sh*t Kick up dust, cuss til I slur up spit Grew up too quickly been through too much sh*t Corrupt and now they pour it on like syrup, b*tch Thick in gritz, sick and twisted Mr. Buttersworth Dre tole me to milk this sh*t for what it''s worth Till the cow just tilts and tips ''n stumbles to earth And if I fumble the verse, keep going First take, I make mistakes, just keep it No punches, pull no punches, that''s weak sh*t Fake sh*t if I ever take sh*t, I eat sh*t Was it for him? Wouldn''t be sh*t [Dr. Dre] Creep wit me, as we take a little trip down Memory Lane Been in longer than anyone in the game And I ain''t got to lie about my age [Eminem] But what about Jermaine? [Dr. Dre] f*ck Jermaine, he don''t belong speakin mine or Timbaland''s name And don''t think I don''t read your little interviews and see what your sayin I''ma giant, and I ain''t gotta move till I''m revoked When I see you, I''ma step on you and not even know it Ya midget, Mini-Me, with a buncha little Mini-You''s Runnin around your backyard swimming pools Over 80 million records sold And I ain''t had to do it with 10 or 11 year olds Chorus: Cuz what you say is what you say Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it So who you playin with huh huh huh huh? Cuz what you say is what you say Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it So who you playin with huh huh huh huh? [Eminem] Second verse, it gets worst It gets no better than this Amatuers drink veteran piss From a Dixie cup, if you ever mix me up Or confuse me with a Canibus or Dre with a Dupri Will rub it in, every club your in, we''ll have you Blackballed and make sure you never rap a f*cken again Dre ain''t havin it as long as Im here, play Devil''s Advocate [Dr. Dre] If there was some magic sh*t I could wave Over the indusrty that could save it when I''m gone And bury to make sure the tradition carries on I would [Eminem] If I could only use this power for good I wouldn''t, not even if I could [Dr. Dre] From the hood and I''m a hornet And I''ma only sting when I''m cornered [Eminem] And I''ma only sucker punch or swing without warnin And swing to knock somebody''s f*ckin head off Cuz I know, when they get up, I won''t get a chance to let off Another punch, I''m punk-rock, no one''s punk Don''t give a f*ck, white pop, so much spunk When I was little I knew I would blow up And sell a mil or grow up to be a tiller Go nuts and be a killer [Dr. Dre] And I''m somethin of a phenom One puff of the chron I''m unstoppable, I''m alive, I''m on top again There''s no obstacle that I can''t conquer So come along with us (Come On) Chorus: Cuz what you say is what you say Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it So who you playin with huh huh huh huh? Cuz what you say is what you say Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it So who you playin with huh huh huh huh? [Dr. Dre] Now anybody who knows Dre Knows I''m about fast cars and alazey, partyin all day But I handle my business cuz it''s work before play Don''t look for trouble but I serve you gourmet However you want it, you could have it your way You f*ck my night up, I''ma f*ck up your day Bullet with your name, sendin it your way That goes for anyone who walks thru that doorway Cuz this is my space, you invade it Live to regret it and you die tryin to violate it f*ck around and you''ll get anahilated Eyes diliated [Eminem] Ha, like my old lady Cuz what you say is what you say Sometimes what you mean is 2 different things Depending on your mood, if it swings, think too many things Little hit of Dre''s weed, I can do anything Catch a contact, then I''m gone and I''m back I speed write and my loose leaves my lanch pad [Dr. Dre] And I can pull any string Don''t have to prove anything Catch a contract on your head You headed West, talk sh*t about Dre? You better get a vest, then invest in something To protect your head and neck [Eminem] And it''s back and forth all day like Red and Meth I joke when I say I''m the best in the booth But a lot of truth is said injest And if I ever do live to be a legend I''ma die a sudden death, 5 mics in The Source Ain''t holdin'' my f*ckin breath But I suffocate for the respect Fore I breath the collect the f*ckin check Chorus: Cuz what you say is what you say Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it So who you playin with huh huh huh huh? Cuz what you say is what you say Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it So who you playin with huh huh huh huh? [Dr. Dre] Watch your f*ckin'' mouth [Timbaland] Yo this Timbaland, tell him I said suck (*tchka*) my d*ck |
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from Dr. Dre - The Chroni Cle (2002)
Fuck Wit Dre Day (And Everybody's Celebratin')
[Intro - Dr. Dre] Ha, yeah, hell yeah, ha knowhatI'msayin (Sssss) [Verse 1 - Dr. Dre] Yeah, Mista Busta, where the fuck ya at? Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat Your dick on hard, from fuckin your road dogs The hood you threw up with, niggaz you grew up with Don't even respect your ass That's why it's time for the doctor, to check your ass, nigga Used to be my homey, used to be my ace Now I wanna slapped and sexed out yo mouth Nigga bow down to the row Fuckin me, now I'm fuckin you, little hoe Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide Let me ride, just another homicide Yeah it's me so I'ma talk on Stompin on the 'Eazy'est streets that you can walk on So strap on your Compton hat, your locs And watch your back cause you might get smoked, loc And pass the bud, and stay low-key B.G. cause you lost all your homey's love Now call it what you want to You fucked wit me, now it's a must that I fuck wit you [Interlude - Dr. Dre] Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm talkin about We have your motherfuckin record company surrounded Put down the candy and let the little boy go You knowhatI'msayin, punk motherfucker (We want Eazy, we want Eazy) [Verse 2 - Snoop Doggy Dogg] Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay Doggy Dogg's in the motherfuckin house Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay Death Row's in the motherfuckin house Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay The sounds of a dog brings me to another day Play, with my bone with ya jimmy It seems like you're good for makin jokes about your jimmy But here's a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not like I heard she was the 'Frisco dyke But fuck your mama, I'm talkin about you and me Toe to toe, Tim M-U-T Your bark was loud, but your bite wasn't vicious And them rhymes you were kickin were quite bootylicious You get with Doggy Dogg oh is he crazy? With ya mama and your daddy hollin' Bay-Bee So won't they let you know That if you fuck with Dre nigga you're fuckin wit Death Row And I ain't even slangin them thangs I'm hollin' one-eight-seven with my dick in yo mouth, beeyatch [Interlude - RBX] Yeah nigga, Compton and Long Beach together on this motherfucker So you wanna pop that shit get yo motherfuckin cranium cracked nigga Step on up. Now, we ain't no motherfuckin joke so remember the name Mighty, mighty D-R. Yeahhh, motherfucker! [Verse 3 - Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg] Now understand this my nigga Dre can't be touched Luke's bendin over, so Luke's gettin fucked, busta Musta, thought I was sleazy Or though I was a mark cause I used to hang with Eazy Animosity, made ya speak but ya spoke Ay yo Dre, whattup, check this nigga off loc If it ain't another ho that I gots ta fuck with Gap teeth in ya mouth so my dick's gots to fit With my nuts on ya tonsils While ya on stage rappin at your wack-ass concerts And I'ma snatch your ass from the backside To show you how Death Row pull off that who-ride Now you might not understand me Cause I'ma rob you in Compton and blast you in Miami Then we gon creep to South Central On a Street Knowledge mission, as I steps in the temple Spot him, got him, as I pulls out my strap Got my chrome to the side of his White Sox hat You tryin to check my homey, you better check yo self Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself, motherfucker Yeah nigga... [Outro - Snoop Doggy Dogg] Yeah, nine-deuce Dr. Dre, dropin chronic once again It don't stop, Punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like Compton style nigga, Doggy Dogg in the motherfuckin house, yeah Long Beach in the motherfuckin house, yeah Yeah, straight up, really doe Breakin all you suckaz off somethin real proper like YouknowhatI'msayin? All these sucka ass niggaz can eat a fat dick Yeah, Eazy-E Eazy-E Eazy-E can eat a big fat dick Tim Dog can eat a big fat dick Luke, can eat a fat dick, yeah... |
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from Dr. Dre - The Chroni Cle (2002)
Verse One
Creepin' down the back street on Deez I got my glock cocked cuz niggaz want these Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated By some nigga with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine ya wanna make noise, make noise I make a phone call my niggaz comin' like the Gotti boys bodies bein' found on Greenleaf with their fuckin heads cut off, motherfucker i'm Dre so listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day rollin' in my '4 with 16 switches And got sounds for the bitches, clockin' all the riches Got the hollow points for the snitches So would you just walk on by, cuz I'm too hard to lift and no this ain't Aerosmith It's the motherfuckin D-R-E, from the CPT on a ryhmin' spree, a straight G Hop back as i pop my top ya trip I let the hollow points commence to POP POP POP yeah, cuz if it don't stop I have to put my shit in reverse go back and take anothers stop Cause I'm (Rollin in my six-fo') with all the niggaz sayin Chorus: Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride hell yeah Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride with all the niggaz sayin Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Hell yeah Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Verse Two just another motherfuckin day for Dre so I begin like this No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists it's just that gangster glare, with gangster raps that gangster shit, that makes the gang of snaps, uhh word to the motherfuckin streets and word to these hyped ass lyrics and dope beats, that I hit ya with that I, get ya with as I groove in my four on deez, hittin the switches bitches relax while I get my proper swerve on bumpin like a motherfucker ready to get my serve on but before I hit the dope spot I gotta get the chronic, the Reme Martin and my soda pop Now I'm smellin like indo-nesia bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers on my dick, cause my four on hit pancake front and back, side to side and all that shit So when I crawl I comes correct Now, if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check nigga Now let the Chevrolet slide As I dip a nigga trip to the south side, yeah (Rollin in my six-fo') with all the bitches sayin Chorus Verse Three Check this out The sun went down when I hit Slausson on my way to the strip, now I'm just flossin Checkin my rearview, cause niggaz they will do jack moves, black fools cause I smack fools Try to set me up for a two-eleven Fuck around and get caught up in a one-eight-seven but I don't represent no gangbang Some niggaz like lynchin but I just watch them hang so on, and so-on, why don't you let me roll on I remember back in the dayz when I used to have to get my stroll on Didn't nobody wanna speak; now everybody peepin out they windows when they hear me beatin up the streets Is it Dre? Is it Dre? That's what they say, every single motherfuckin day, yo But I ain't trippin I'm just kickin it While my deez keep spinnin and these hoes keep grinnin I'll be (Rollin in my six-fo') With everybody sayin Chorus: to end |
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from Dr. Dre - The Chroni Cle (2002)
Wake up, jumped out my bed
Hung in a 2 man cell wit my homie Lil 1/2 Dead Murder was the case that they gave me Dear God, I wonder can you save me I'm only 18, so I'm a young buck It's a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm getting stuck But that's the life of a G, I guess Ese's way deep, shanked two in they chest Bests run 'cause brothers is dropping quicker Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another nigga Bouncing off the walls, throwing them dogs Getting a rep as a young hog It ain't nuttin like the street life Betta be strapped wit yo clip, cuz ain't no fist fight So I guess I gots ta handle mine Since I did the crime, I gots ta do my time Lil' ghetto boy Playing in the ghetto streets What'cha gonna do when you grow up And have to face responsibility Now, I'm 'trolling the dove, sitting on swoll 27 years old, off on parole, stroll I'm back up on my feet wit my mind on the money That I'm making as soon as I touch the street Things done changed but it's alright Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right But it ain't no thing to me 'Cause now I'm what they call a loced-assed O.G. The little homies from the hood wit grip Are the ones I get wit 'cause I'm down respect trip Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so what'cha wanna do Didn't know we had a 22 Straight sitting behind his back I'm grab his pockets and then I heard six caps I fell to the ground wit blood on my hands I didn't understand How a nigga so young could bust a cap I use to be the same way back I guess that's what I get (for what) For trying to jack them little homies for they bread Lil' ghetto boy Playing in the ghetto streets What'cha gonna do when you grow up And have to face responsibility Something for the real OG's to get wit Some facts, made our made, now you wanna run and play Like every single day, really doe You know me, I'm the smooth macadamien, gaming them for my homie No need to be uncalm if you pack right And learning just enuff to keep your sack right Late nights, I wonder what they getting fo' Early morning on the corners, what they hitting fo' Seven young G's but they serve down In a jeep ride, east side what they swerve now Not thinking about what's really going on Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone I spent 4 years in the county wit nutting but convicts around me But now I'm back at the pound And we expose ways for the youth to survive Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's right So make all them ends you can make 'Cause when you're broke, you break, check it out So ain't no need for your mama to trip 'Cause you's a hustling ass youngsta, clocking your grip Lil' ghetto boy Playing in the ghetto streets What'cha gonna do when you grow up And have to face responsibility |
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from Dr. Dre - The Chroni Cle (2002)
[Dr. Dre]
Journey with me into the mind of a maniac doomed to be a killer since i came out the nutsac im in a murderous mindsate with a heart full of terror i see the devil in the mirror BUCK BUCK, Lights out cause when i get my sawed off niggaz get hauled off *Barrel one touches your motherfuckin flesh *Barrel two shoots your fuckin heart out your chest you see Im quick to let the hammer go click on my Tec-9 so if you try to reck mine fool its your bad time feel the blast of the chocolate bomber Infra red aimed at your head like your name was Sarah Conner decapitatin I aint hesitatin to put you in the funderal home with a bullet in your dome Im hot like lava you got a problem? I got a problem solver and his name is revolver its like a deadly game of freeze tag I touch you with a 44 mag and your frozen inside a boddy bag nobody iller than this grave yard filler cap peeler cause im a natural born killa [Ice Cube] Terror illistrates my era now i cant hang around my momma cause i scare her Im quick to blast motherfucker (yeah whats up) it feels like im bustin a nut when i open you up cause your body is exposed to the midnight mist all you weak motherfuckers give my ring a kiss cause im givin dirt naps comin with them bomb ass raps to make your lungs collapse perhaps, you never sleep cause evertime you doze you catch blows to the motherfuckin nose aint seen the sun, in 66 days let me count the ways ^in a fucked up maze^ I never ever ever made a ho stay but Im down with Dre like AC is down with OJ so fuck how your livin Im the unforgivin psycho drivin murdera its authentic dont panic i cant stand it God Damn it Scizophrenic so FUCK CHARLIE MANSON Ill snatch him out of his truck hit em with a brick and I'm dancin [RBX] Mass Murderer, Natural Born Killla, And I dont wanna die I DONT WANNA DIE I DONT WANNA I DONT WANNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA DIE! [Ice Cube] I dont understand the logic in my dreams but i understand i like the sound of Sireens terrified screams from the streams of Strycnine dumpin on any motherfucker tryin to trick mine cause motherfuckers wanna violate now they stiff and cold and they pupils wont dialate ITS SO MUCH PAIN MIGRAINE headache I can hear his bones break he steps in the single door gets his ass whipped with 20 lashes like that dude up in Singapore so Im a pull a fuckin Jeffrey Dahmer now Im suicidal, just like Nirvana [Dr. Dre] Tic Toc Toc Tic Toc Tic Dr Dre and Ice Cube on some murderous shit keepin niggaz in order makin there live shorter ready to slaughter cause to me a life aint worth a quarter or a dime mushroom's got my mind hallicinatin aint no debatin im creatin an escape route to be out without a doubt Scot Free, so dont even think about tryin to stop me cause i cant wait im out the gate on the for realla a thrilla or a natural born killa [Ice Cube] GI-GI GI-GI GAGA THEY CALL ME DADA 6 million ways to murder choose one lose one soul bodies turn cold natural fright from niggaz goin bump in the night... |
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from Dr. Dre - The Chroni Cle (2002)
Yes, it is I says me
And although agree are more than three, cause they're we *laughter* Yes, yo!, I'm in the house now for sure Because I wanna talk about the hearts of men Who knows what evil lurks within them But lets take a travel down the blindside And see what we find on this... Path... Called... Verse One: Kurupt Stranded on Death Row, so duck when I swing my shit I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits The gangsta type, what I recite's kinda lethal Niggaz know, the flow that I kick, there's no equal I'm murderin niggaz, Yo, and maybe because of the tone I kicks when I grip the mic and kick shit Niggaz can't fuck with So remember I go hardcore, and slam Nuff respect like a sensei, ba-bash like Van Damme So any nigga that claim they bossin What don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson Take a walk through the hood when we up to no good Slangin them things like a real O.G. should, I'm stackin and mackin and packin a ten so When you're slippin, I slip the clip in But ain't no set tripppin Cause it's Death Row, rollin like the mafia Think about whoopin some ass, but what the fuck stoppin ya Ain't nathin but a buster I'm Stranded on Death Row for pumpin slugs in motherfuckers Now you know you're outdone Feel the shotgun, Kurupt - inmate, cell block one Verse Two: RBX No prevention from this mention of sorts Your're a victim, from my driveby of thoughts No extensions, all attempts are to fail Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braile From the lunatic, I death like arsenic When I kick up wicked raps Dr. Dre will kick the scratch With treachery, my literary form will blast And totally surpass the norm Not a storm, plural, make it, many storms When I'm vexed, I fly leg necks and arms In this dimension, I'm the presenter And the inventor, and the tormentor Deranged, like the hillside strangler MC mangler, tough like Wrangler I write a rhyme, hard as concrete Step to the heat and get burned like mesquite So what you wanna do The narrator RBX, cell block two Verse Three: Lady of Rage Rage, lyrical murderer Stranded on Death Row And now I'm servin a lifetime sentence There'll be no repentence Since it's the life that I choose to lead I plead guilty On all counts let the ball bounce where it may It's just another clip into my AK Buck em down with my underground tactics Facts and stacks of clips on my mattress Bed frame there's another dead pain Layin lain with the shame, who's to blame Me, the lady of Rage On when I'm comin from the D-E-A-T-H in R-O-W takin, no shit So flip and you're bound to get dropped It's 187 on motherfuckers don't stop Handcuffed as I bust there'll be no debate It's Rage, from cell block eight Verse Four: Snoop Doggy Dogg And yo steppin through the fog And creepin through the smog It's the number one nigga from the hood, Doggy Dogg Makin videos, now I stay in Hollywood Bustin raps for my snaps now they call me Eastwood Dre is the doctor and my homey little nigga Warren G is my hand and my hand's on the trigga Shootin at the hoes with the game that I got Sent to death row cause I wanted to make a grip from servin my rocks And I'm still, servin for mines, peace To my motherfuckin homies doin time In the pen and the county jail Mobbin with your blues on, mad as hell And you say yeah fuck the police And all the homies on the streets is all about peace And it's drivin the cops crazy But ain't nuttin but a black thing bay-bee, uhhh No I'm not flaggin, but I'm just saggin I betcha don't wanna see the D-O double G And you can't see, the D-R to the E Or my motherfuckin homey D.O.C. You know you can't fuck with my motherfuckin DJ That's my homey and we call him Warren G Yeah, and you don't stop Doggy Dogg break em down with the motherfuckin Dogg Pound That's the only way we'll beat em man We gotta smoke em, then choke em Like the motherfuckin peter man It's like three and to the two And two and to the one Cell block four peace Doggy Dogg's done Outtro : Bushwick Bill Yo, now you know the path I'm on You think you're strong, see if you can travel on Cause only the weak, will try to speak Those who are quiet, will always cause riots There's three types of people in the world Those who don't know what happened Those who wonder what happened And people like us from the streets that MAKE things happen! |
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from Ali G Indahouse (못말리는 알리) by Adam F [ost] (2002)
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 an |
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from The Wash [ost] (2001)
As the wheels turn city to city, hundreds fold, chronic smoke
Twist up another philly (dun dilly) Them niggas still trippin off that old shit (really?) how silly It's a whole 'nother day (yeah yeah) Snoop Dogg (and Doc motherfuckin Dre) Nigga can ya feel this? It's the D-O-double, you don't run up, you won't see no trouble If you caught up in these fuckin streets Who you gon' call when them niggas gettin ready to blast? Yeah, and if that shit's gettin ugly Who you gon' call when them niggas come to gettin ya ass? (I came to get that ass!) Big dittog, push the big hittog Ya hoppin and poppin, how bout you hop up off my bittalls Got(GOT) dirt on my pittaws I(I) broke a few littaws It(IT) really don't matter cause I'm only here to spit on And get on, shit on niggas Do it to 'em D-O-double right on nigga I'm saggin it, baggin it, slang them Dubs You motherfuckers think The Wash is all soap and suds, whassup cuz? If you tryin to get a dub sack, page me The ho's say "D-Loc, you so crazy" Poppin that shit don't phase me I need my chips and the dip it's like gravy Now back to the lecture at hand Perfection is expected and I'm feelin that demand Los Ang, broad day gunnin That ain't no earthquake it's just Dre comin If this shit ain't played, the party ain't bumpin If I don't show up, the ho's ain't fuckin Cali sunshine, come visit Just don't stop at stop signs with bullet holes in it All Star league, you writin Benjamins I handles my business, FUCK fake niggas I sell game a quarter million a track Snoop and the good Doc back with a brand new sack Shit's wrong, money gone, I blast Out of town, out of bounds, no pass Runnin up, talkin shit, get smashed Shoot first, ask questions last Fallin back on that ass, hit the switch and let the ass just drag(zzzt zzt) 2001, 2002 Taz My nigga what you holdin? Step out with the Stacy's and the Snoop Dogg clothing Rollin, with the braids in my hair Crimped out, way pimped out, OH YEAH You gots to pay the cost to beat the boss After all that dirt I gots to get my shit washed The Wash (ahhhh) The Wash (ahh, ahh) The Wash (ahhhh, ahhh) |
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from Dr. Dre - Intentions [single] (2001)
Supa ugly
Put ya cups up, get ya smoke in, baby we partyin, aint nobody loccin, who you provokin?, what you want now?, take a look around, there's pimp shit goin down, there's alota bitches, a whole lotta freaks, top notch hoes, they flockin every week, what you wanna do?, get ya next thrill, take a x pill, how the sex feel?, damn you lookin good, all 10 of y'all, wanna roll?, pump dick in y'all, keep ya face down, keep ya ass up, you know what you doin, keep that shit movin, keep them titties jumpin, keep the henny comin, every bitch in here need to be touchin somethin, I know they like it hot, thats why i keep it hot, so why the fuck could they not want a piece of doc? Chorus I don't give a fuck cuz I'm just drinkin, smokin, straight west coastin, bitches puttin ass in motion, pussy poppin, sex, promotin, is that a cup? raise it up, is that a blunt? blaze it up, is that your bitch? on these nuts, dre I dont give a fuck, all I really know is ya hoe wants to be with me, and she aint playing and what I'm sayin, she creeps with me and sleeps between the sheets, verse II Soon as the door close, I make em curl toes, they all wanna get chose, we never love y'all, my niggas all macs, we sip alotta yac (cognac), fuck and never call back, pack women in the club till it's pitch black, thugs on the block wondering where their bitch at, where you think nigga?, she with the aftermath, call the house she aint home she with aftermath, no talking, fuck how ya day goes, you want dick?, well bitch say so, dont be shy now, probably the best at it, they say a party aint a party till the west had it, gravitate to the doc like it's automatic, take your clothes off, make me wanna grab it, turn around with it, make me wanna stab it, time to get it crackin, show me them bad habits chorus (add on) when she's all alone she sneaks out to be with me, and what I'm sayin is she aint playin, she creeps with me and sleeps between the sheets |
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from Dr. Dre - Intentions [single] (2001)
Things just ain't the same
for gangsters Times is changin young niggaz is agin Becomin O G's in the game and changin to make way for these new names and faces but the strangest things can happen from rappin when niggaz get wrapped up in image and actin Niggaz get capped up and wrapped in plastic and zipped up in bags when it happens that's it I've seen em come I've watched em go Watched em rise witnessed it and watched them blow Watched em all blossom and watched em grow Watched the lawsuits when they lost the dough Best friends and money I lost them both Went and visisted niggaz in the hospital and saw the same shit all across the globe I just sit back and watch the show everywhere that I go ain't the same as befo' People I used to know just don't know me no mo' But everywhere that I go I got people I know who got people they know So I suggest you lay low I moved out of the hood for good you blame me Niggaz aim mainly at niggaz they can't be But niggaz can't hit niggaz they can't see I'm out of sight now I'm out of they dang reach How would you feel if niggaz wanted you killed You'd probably move to a new house on a new hill and choose a new spot if niggaz wanted you shot I ain't a thug how much Tupac in you you got I ain't no bitch neither it's either my life or yo' life and I ain't leavin I like breathin Cause nigga we can go round for round Clip for clip shit fo'pound for pound Nigga if you really wanna take it there we can Just remember that you fuckin with a family man I got a lot more to lose than you remember that when you wanna come and fill these shoes everywhere that I go ain't the same as befo' People I used to know just don't know me no mo' But everywhere that I go I got people I know who got people they know So I suggest you lay low Things just ain't the same for gangstas Cops is anxious to put niggaz in handcuffs They wanna hang us see us dead or enslave us Keep us trapped in the same place we raised in Then they wonder why we act so outrageous Run around stressed out and pull out gauges Cause everytime you let the animal out cages It's dangerous to people who look like strangers But now we got a new era of gangsters Hustlers and youngsters livin amongst us Lookin at us now callin us bustaz Can't help but reminisce back when it was us Nigga we started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get It's funny how time fly I'm just havin fun just watchin it fly by everywhere that I go ain't the same as befo' People I used to know just don't know me no mo' But everywhere that I go I got people I know who got people they know So I suggest you lay |