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Well I'm Eazy-E, I got bitches galore You may have a lot of bitches but I got much more Wit my super duper group coming out to shoot Eazy-E, muthafukas cold knocking the boots 'Cause I'm a hip-hop thugster, I used to be a mugster If you heard Compton, you think I own a drugstore Getting stupid because I know how And if a sucker talks shit, I give him a (POW) 8 ball sipping, the bitches are flipping Slow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping Hitting my switches, collect from my bitches The money that I make so I can add to my riches Fill my stash box and start rubbing my gat Feeling good as hell because my pockets are fat A hardcore villian cold roaming the streets And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats (Chorus) Because I'm a gansta having fun Never leave the pad without packing a gun Hitting hard as fuk, I make you ask what was it Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it I was knocking muthafukas out What's your name boy Funky, fresh Eazy-E Kick, kick that shit Where you from fool, Compton, yea Rolling through the hood, cold tearing shit up Stick my head out the window and I say what's up To the niggaz on the corner cold bumping the box But you know that's an alibi for slanging the rocks A dice game started so I said what the fuk So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck Hard to roll wit my bitch jocking 24-7 Rolled them muthafukas, ate 'em up, hit 11 Got another point, I made a ten a fo' Was taking niggaz money and was itching for mo' Laughing in their faces and said you're all making me rich Then one punk got jealous, cold slap my bitch He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last So I said to myself, homeboy, you better think fast He shot (gunshots), I shot (gunshots) As you can see, I cold broke his ass (ha ha) Chorus (Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it) Muthafuking Eazy duz it But how does he do it Eazy duz it do it eazy That's what I'm doing STOP Man whatcha gonna do now Now I'm a break it down just to tell a little story Straight out the box from the gangsta category About a sucker, a sucker muthafuka He's addicted, he's a smoker but in Compton called a clucker he used to have a house car and golden rings But the cooky cooky crack took all those things he must of been starving 'cause he broke in my house Caught the nigga on the street and straight took his ass out Now I wanted for a murder that I had to commit Yea I went to jail but that wasn't shit Got to the station about a quarter of nine Call my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine The bitch was a trip cold hung up the phone Now my only phone call was in the ganking zone All the things I did for her like keeping her rich I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch Well by now you should know it was just my luck The baliff of the station was a neighborhood cluck I looked him straight in the eye and said what's up And said let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up Now back on the streets and my records are clean I creeped on my bitch wit my uzi machine Went to the house and kicked down the do' Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the ho Chorus From around the way, born in '73 Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E It's '88 now, '73's obselete A nigga wit a serious ass attitude and 100% street And if you all wanna hear some more In one way or the other, I'm a bad brother Word to the muthafuka |
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It's Friday night on the streets of L.A.
I'm goin' out, been hangin' round the house all day So I take me a shower, dress like a big daddy Stop at the Arco, put some gas in my Caddy Armor on my wheels, shine up my Daytons Check my 12-gauge, I see jackers just waitin' Got in my car, rolled up the tinted glass Looked for my zapp tape to pop in my dash Can't find it, forget it, went under my seat Found my old fired tape of the song "knee deep" So I popped it in, then I pumped it up Love hearin' funk, because disco sucks Body got chills when the basses started poundin' I took off because I'm goin' to town, and Won't be back 'til mornin', don't have to go to school (Better get ready) I'm finna act a fool Now I'm on the move, got a grand in my pocket Reached for my phone, plugged it in the socket Heard the dial tone, so I dialed up Aladdin He answered the phone and said "what's up?" I said "what's happenin'?" He said, "where you been? I been tryin' to get in touch The party's in watts," I said, "I don't give a fuck" "If you want to go, just wear neutral colors If anybody asks you, just tell 'em you're my brother" Stopped at the store to buy me a Cisco A 40 ounce and some crackers by Nabisco (Amount) and I pulled out a 10 And said, "fuck it, Supersacco and gin I'm finna act a fool" Now I'm drivin' down Compton on my way to get Aladdin Feelin' like a pimp 'til my tape started draggin' It's a old tape anyway, it ain't no thing Pulled it out and slapped in dana dane Got to Aladdin's house and I honked my horn He said, "when we comin' back?" I said, "6 in tha morn'" So he got in the car, lookin half-dead So I gave him my Cisco and took the 40 to the head Now I'm feelin' tipsy, and I'm headed for watts But wait, what do I see sittin' at the bus stop? Sexy Susanna, had a butt that kills Pretty long hair, but they say it's not real Aladdin yelled "these fake or real?" she threw a rock in my glass So I got out my car and drop-kicked her ass I checked out my window, everything was cool She was lucky I was nice and I didn't act a fool We finally arrived at the party, drunk as a jerk Got out my car, pressed the kit so the alarm, would chirp After that we made our way, I tried not to fall Couldn't walk a straight line if they let me crawl Got to the door, and what spots my eye? My homeboy Mr. Prince, and he's smokin' some Thai So I stumbled his way and said, "hey, pass the jay" I took a hit for my mouth spray This girl asked me to dance, but I told the hoe no 'Cause she was on my tip 'cause of my big gold rope But it seems she got offended, that's splendid Before she starts somethin', I just slap her and end it 'Cause I feel like a gangster, and I just don't care About a girl with fake drag, fake eyes, fake hair Fake clothes, fake nails and all that fake jewelery All she want to do is tell her friends that she screwed me I get nutty, act a fool when I want to Run up when I'm drunk and I just might pump you Take your car, your wife, keep talkin', your life Beat you down and have you smokin' the pipe (You know why?) 'Cause I'm cool (Well, kill me! Shoot me, muthafucka!) (I gotcha) (Oh Goddamn) |
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This is to listen to, so ask not a question
Not to be taken as a simple suggestion But a warning, to whom it may concern If knowledge is the key, then I think it's time you learn For there is not the problem So leaders are acknowledged, I don't follow them I turn into another degree And find the D-O to the C and growing like a tree and Causing much destruction cause I'm crushing Complimented much, yeah, but never blushing Hard like a criminal, and I'm subliminal In my own right I'm dope cause it's original Funky, unmistakibly so When the vocals are done, then you know It's all a matter of setting a date For America's most complete artist, but wait Make sure that you keep the facts in mind Don't mess with The Great, cause the D.O.C. is like a nine With a voice, telling you the bullet's direction I'm talking murder, but that's another section I need to explain by keeping my composure There's no jerking a sucker when he knows your Nothing but a villian, and you'll kill him So he's in fear, but there ain't no need in spilling Your guts to a nut, no, I am not your equal Meaning your equivalent, I'm all like heaven sent I got it together so clever no one could sever Remember this forever No one can do it better (Repeat 3x) Knowledge is the key, and hard work is the fee For me to be The Great at the start and remain to be A threat, til the opposition is warned As long as a song, cause I was born With instincts to kill, a grave mentality Over the edge and you say you want to battle me? At your own risk, approach and be hosted And in the end you may win or be roasted But seeing that it's part of a game, you think if you hang Close to The One and you'll claim, but that's lame And I'm "Damn, another loser" Without an apology, so next time I'm a use a Little more force to get the message across It's the D.O.C. on the boss Creating, demonstrate some realate to easy listening But here's a christening of what you've been missing An exhibition, a hip-hop introduction Smooth lyrical gab and I do the conducting Drop it on a rhytm, suckers face it But new to the masses, it's like I'm starting classes Better bet I understand the direction That I'm going, in fact when I'm flowing The news is a constant change from one minute to the next I'm different cause I always show flex And it's essential, that's why I got it together To the letter and No one can do it better (Repeat 3x) I need to make it understood, the D.O.C. is not a hood Not at all, even though I carry a weapon when I'm stepping I'm not a murderer, not in the sense that you're a customer I buy in the system with suckers smoothly bust them Opposition is taken and that's a quote from the D.O.C. And the Doctor cause this ain't no joke So if you smile, here's the outcome: Your teeth are gone, your mouth is numb Don't get involved, unless you're willing To risk murder by mic when they're illing You gotta be weary, watch for caution, yo be warned By Dre and out the project born Capable in any and every Cause yo I get heavy, when introduced to a medly Such is the case before the bass started womping I had to hook it up with the boys from Compton Searched and found the sound and accepted The job of making L.A. well respected Of course with the help of the gang that's Ruthless Peace to the homies as I do what I mean and MC Ren is in the house, Ice Cube is definitely in the house DJ Yella teach Yella cold with the hoes And Eazy E is stupid chilling cause he knows, yo No matter who's badder I'll be the dopest forever By kicking lyrics so clever that No one can do it better (Repeat 5x) Time is dedicated to say peace to the homeboys My homie Laylaw, MC Ren, Ice Cube, Eazy E DJ Yella, Fresh K, MC Smooth, my homie T-Low And of course without a doubt, the one and only My DJ Dr. D-R-E most definitely in the house Peace to those homies and I'm outta here |
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| 4:39 |
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[ VERSE 1: W.C. ] Now here we go, y'all gotta play this (Why?) Cause the others are so scared to say this Now tell me, what am I supposed to do About a sucker like you who ain't never paid dues? Slapper, hip-happer, you're gettin wacker Your girl better step, or I just might jack her Smack her like a gangster, but I don't bang I gank suckers like you for thick gold chains (He don't deserve it) Hell nah So take it off your neck Cause goddamn, you ain't comin correct What's this, a sucker duck holdin a mic? Like Keith Sweat said, somethin just ain't right Seems nowadays everybody wanna be a rapper Down with crews But they ain't never paid dues Suckers perpatratin, playin hardcore Punks, I bet you worked at a flower store You know what eats me up the most? Is when a sucker just started and thinks he's high post You ain't pay a nann due in your life Talkin bout a new style, you know who you sound like? KRS, Chuck D, Kool Moe, as one Yellin on the mic like the name was Run You'se a peon, when I bought a pair of Lee's Now all of a sudden you're supposed to be an MC? Yo, that's wack, it just ain't right You only stood on one stage in your whole damn life Now you want respect, hey yo, you'se a fool Everybody wanna rap, but they ain't paid dues [ VERSE 2: W.C. ] I can still remember way, way back in the days The times me and Aladdin dreamed of gettin paid Standin outside just pullin the jacks To earn a little money to drop a dope track Back in the days I drove a raggedy Dodge Couldn't afford a studio, so we used a garage Aladdin used to grab a gang of disco breaks One turntable and a broken 808 My little brother Tunes and Frank, they hung around all night To make sure that the demo was tight Didn't have an enigneer, if you know what I mean Aladdin did it all at the age of 16 Gifted, uplifted, I was mad as The Mack Suckers had me playin the back But thanks to Ice-T I got my foot in the door Now I'ma rock the mutha-(uh) till it ain't no more We paid dues [ VERSE 3: W.C. ] I knew a brother who used to dress just like a faggot Real tight jeans, some boots and leather jackets Homey as hell, he never came outside Cause everytime I came around, he used to run and hide Spoiled like a brat, had everything he wanted And when he walked, he switched like a woman Rode a pink bike, man, the sucker was soft Had to be in before the street lights came on Yo, just the other day I turned my radio on The _Mack Attack_ kicked on a brand new song I didn't know what it was, I never heard it before But the record was smooth and hardcore I said to myself, 'Hey yo, I gotta see this group' So I called up Aladdin and the rest of the crew Grabbed the nine with the hollow point tip Stepped in the party with a gangster limp Took a look at the stage, and yo, what do you know? The same old faggot from a long time ago >From real tight jeans and a go-go boot He went to Pendeltons and a khaki suit Now tell me, ain't this a blip? Somebody need to slap the perpetrator in the lip Yesterday he was a mama boy, now he's rappin? Foolin the crowd because he got you all clappin And tappin, an example of what I'm tryin to prove A sucker like this who ain't never paid dues To those who wanna rap, I'm pertainin to you Before you pick up a mic, you gotta pay dues Let the story be told That's the way it is You got to pay your dues Low Profile definitely into payin the dues W.C, DJ Aladdin Frank, my little brother Crazy Tunes, Jazzy D We in there, everypaid they dues Abracadabra, DJ Aladdin We outta here |
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(Verse 1) Quihubo aqu?estoy and I'm soy Kid Frost Yo soy jefe mat? yes the Big Boss A pocos lowly Is for da balas I'm puttin' in your face and U won't say 'Nada' Vatos cholos you call as what you will You say we are assessins si U wanna kill Is it my brother be a nastyboy and go Si en da street hold all betters Chicanos and a brand I proud Guantes chingazos simon se desquitan Rigth now in the dirt What's da matter? Are you afraid, you gonna get hurt? I'm with my homeboys, --- my camaradas Keepin' back my millaje, y pa mi no vale nada Yo soy ching? ese Like Al Caponne ese Controlo a todos solo never try to swept me Some of you don't know what's happenin' que pasa Now for you, give me, wait... Cuz this is for La Raza... (Chorus) This for La Raza, Raza... (x 2) (Verse 2) The form to I'm speakin' is not descaro Y sabes que loco? Yo soy muy malo Tu no sabes nada y yo vienes haloh Beginin' in the head to many times with the palos Still you are trying to act cool, with that shit no It's so cool, I'm the cool, you are culo Is just the big we can takin' and ever ... you're the lava Your own barrio isn't backin' wa Be just lookin' your ass And call to your prover And so I'm lookin' aleft es lo que pasa... he he... yeah... this is for La Raza... Raza, raza... (Verse 3) Crusin' en la calle, I hate for the bolo No want to go with me, so I have to go solo And when I go out alone... attack I touch all that cheladas when I don't wanna absttrack Everytime that I pack my piss, I pull all that quick All the nazis desease Just like a song when the 18 bullet Got my finger on a triker, I'm not afraid to pull it If this bara had a not say 'mafiosos' When you pull it away, no seas stupid, eres baboso Si en then don't you know what's happenin' que pasa... yeah... This is for La Raza... Raza... (x 2) |
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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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| 3:52 |
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| 3:43 |
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CHORUS:
So come on and chick-ity-check yo self before you wreck yo self You betta check yo self for you wreck yo self Cause I′m bad for your health I come real stealth Droppin bombs on ya moms, fuck car alarms Do without one mother nigga wit yo Alpine Sold it for six-o, always let tricks know And friends know, we got that indoe Yo I′m not a sucka, sittin in a House of Pain And no I′m not the butler, I′ll cut ya Head-butt ya, you say you can′t touch this And I wouldn′t touch ya, punk motherfucker Here to let you know boy, oh boy I make dough, but don′t call me Dough-Boy This ain′t no fuckin motion picture A guy or bitch-a, my nigga get wit ya And hit ya, makin they yack to the neck So you better run a check CHORUS Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played Cause they bitch may pullin out a switchblade That′s kinda trifle, cause that′s a knife-o AK-47, assault rifle Hold the fifty, I′m nifty now, [Watch out now] I hate motherfuckers claimin that they foldin bank But steady talkin shit in the holdin tank First you wanna step to me, now your ass screamin for the deputy They send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver row, now the runnin up in ya slow You′re God, used to be the Don Juan, now your name is just Twan Switch it, snap it, rollin your eyes and neck, you better run a check CHORUS Big dicks in ya mouth is bad for your health If you′re foul you better run a make on that license plate you coulda had a V8 Instead of a trey-eight slug to ya cranium I got six and I′m aimin em Will I bust or keep you guessin Cause fuck you and that shit ya stressin Bitch, get off the wood, you no good There goes the neighborhood hooker Go ahead and keep your drawers givin up the claps and who needs applause at a time like this, pop ya coochie and ya dead Bitch is a Miami Hurricane head Sprung, niggas call her lips and lungs Nappy dugout, get the fuck out Cause women like you gets no respect Bitch, you better run a check CHORUS Cause bitches like you is bad for my health Cause the Lench Mob is bad for ya health Nine-trey, remix, old school tip, yeah It′s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from goin under hee hee |
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Me and my homies we tighter than a glove Chop a lot of game as how we do it at the Playaz Club Check the fool or kick it in the tub Cuz we kick much ass at the Playaz Club I got a hoe named Real de Real She got a buddy named SP-12 now you know the deal We getz freaky in the studio late night That's why the beats that you hear are comin real tight Somethin to roll to somethin to stroll to use a playa in the game this will hold you Mo money mo money for the bank roll Stick to the script don't slip in the nine-fo A lot of fools put salt in the game Till these women get the notion that they runnin the game huh I run my own and I'm my own self person No respect make the situation worse then Fillmoe, H.P., and Sunnydale There's a playaz club every one you dwell Lakeview, P.H., and Army Street A different part of town a different kind of freak I just wiggle my toes on a mink rug press play on the remote at the playaz club (chorus) (more champagne, Mr. Forte?) From day one I had to get my money right Me, Fly, and Franky J we took a airplane flight huh They wanted to hear a rap I said alright bet We dropped the beat and grabbed the mic then they wrote a check A few G's for the pocket no hesitation Took a flight back to the Golden State and Shops made orders from a whole new capital Words get now 4-Tay's out rappable Don't need a Glock but I bought one just in case Suckas try to stop me from pursuin my paper chase Cuz the chase is on because it don't stop I got the beat and got the rap you make the Glock pop So treacherous suckas couldn't sweat this on a bad day By the way just in case you never heard Rappin 4-Tay I'm on the smooth tip Never trippin off them suckas poppin off the lip I pop the top off the drank and we can roll some dank bro Leave the gat at the house bring some dominoes Take off your shoes relax and get a body rub And shoot your mackin at these women at the playaz club (chorus) You can't resist it but don't get it twisted V.I.P. that means the number's not listed Membership is based on clout and how you carry yourself Now homie what you all about? I stack paper and kick it with the O.G's Some got a nine-to-five some drink a lot of keys You can learn a whole lot from a playa Lot of these playas make a damn good rhyme sayer A lot of people get a misconception And start driftin in the wrong direction Miss goody two sure see you later I ain't got time you ain't nuthin but a playa hater I'd rather kick it with the crew in Arizona They chop game like we do in California Another show another flow a new bank account But cash money comes in large amounts So get your membership but never slip to lame fast Or else us and fly will have to tap that ass And drop you to the ground and make your knees scrub It's just an everyday thang at the playaz club (chorus) Me and my homies we tighter than a glove Chop a lot of game is how we do it at the playaz club Check the fool or kick it in the tub Cuz we kick much ass at the Sucka Free club (4-Tay talking) Yeah I'd like to send this shout out to all the playaz club throughout the world I know they got a Playaz club out there in Chicago (Fly) What about that one they got out there in Philly, Fo? (4-Tay) You know they got one out there in Atlanta the way they by choppin (Fly) Shit, Detroit, New York, Texas (4-Tay) Yeah but we gonna move on down to these playaz clubs close to home like Seattle, L.A., Bakersfield, San Diego (Fly) P.A., V-Town, Richmond, Sacramento (4-Tay) Yeah but a special shot goes out to the playaz club right across the water in the Biggity Biggity O (Fly) Yeah and last but definitely not least yeah them playa clubs they got right there in the San Francisco mothafuckin bay yeah Where your playaz club at Fo? (4-Tay) My playaz club right in the heart of Fillmoe (Fly) Uh, I feel you boy! (4-Tay) Where yours at fly? (Fly) Man on the corner of Third and Newcomb right in the heart of H.P.! Huh! (4-Tay) This is for all you playaz out there mane we out at the playaz club |
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| 0:40 |
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Mack 10 nutty as they come leave 'em face down and numb from the waist down It's a Sunday a gun day rollin' down a one way in my 'lac front and back over train tracks On yak and herb nigga swerve it get's on my nerves banked my Danas on the curb In the gutta lane I'm butta man Foot to the flo' what you want from the sto' I'm broke as a muthafucka nigga buy my single comin' from Ingle (Foe Life) is my jingle Seen yo' bitch at the sto' coulda took her but niggas start to handcuff they hoes like T.J. Hooker Fool I'ma vet you can bet that I can dance underwater and not get wet It's the nappy headed nigga that can kill and rap everybody run when I bust a cap puttin' Inglewood up on the map look at what I do when I pull my strap Bust 2 rounds nigga about to clown bitch hit the silent alarm it's goin' down Chorus Foe life foe life Mack 10 comin' through the hood with stripes (Repeat) Verse 2 Khacki suit ski mask is my attire with my luck cut my chucks on the barbed wire Fool where ya keep the rims and tires 'fo yo' life expires I'm as nutty as Michael Myers Didn't think about the Rottweiler a lot of stiches in the ass blood in the Impala Sittin' in the County with a gold record Ice Cube send me pictures of bitches naked caught with a contraband in my hand Mack 10 take the stand your Honor I'ma changed man so please let me go so I can flow Got a show had to ask my P.O. can I go and if he say no I'ma have to say bitch get out the car slow and leave ya fuckin' dough 'cause a nigga gotta eat fuck the world let the bullets hurl and feed my baby girl Chorus Verse 3 Call 911 there's a son of a bitch on the roof yarned up in his birthday suit (Mack 10 to the rescue) my momma wanna know why I do what I do 'cause I'm superman superbad supermad superfly fool you can die There's gonna be a lot of cars with they lights on and I'm at home sewing stripes on Cause I'm the General and you's a stowaway 'bout to buck you down with this throw away with no serial number it's the summer where niggas die It's hotter than July You better stay low fo' you get a halo plus wings and a gown when I come around So take 10 paces and try to guess the color of my shoelaces Chorus with ad libs 'til end |
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| 4:13 |
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I Got 5 On It (Clean Bay Ballas Vocal Remix)
[Intro: I don't know it] [Verse One: Don't know it, too.] same under verse this song [Verse Two: Knumskull] Like Nyquil, I drop fever; so either put your five up or ya gots to "Leave It" like "Beaver" Cause see a, niggy perkin broke'll smoke your spliff all day Go home and buy big drinky with his pretty then parlay I got five on the Hennessey, Seagram's, or 40's Cause "This is How We Do It" like Montell Jordan I'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitti is a goner Knum' blowin it up like Oklahoma [Verse Three: Richie Rich] Put ya feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend Mo' corners than you thought, to somethin writers bought Mo' C-zacks? Believe that, tokin Where you from? Oakland, smokin In attempts to crack the chest plate The zips be so fluffy, the whole town loves me At every event I'm sacked up So if ya need me, scream "Double R" when ya see me Chorus: Michael Marshall I got five on it {"Got it good!"} Grab your fo', let's get keyed I got five on it.. Messin with that endo weed! I got five on it {"Got it good!"} It's got me stuck, cannot go back I got five on it.. Potnah, let's go half on a sack! [Verse Four: E-40] E-40.. why ya treat me so bad? 40 makes it happen Fives gets slapped and revenue grows from just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin Potent fumes lingerin mighty clouds and Northern Lights You expect to vick the baron and you'll be violatin my civil rights I'm startin to feel my scrilla but perhaps today my scrilla ain't feelin me For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools B Pockets empty, pitchin five, man I'm dusted Took off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me [Verse Five: Yukmouth] Me and E-40 to the head, comin fed plus, you let the lead bust Ready to do a murda, mayn; perved off the Hurricane Slurred again, witness what bein off two-fifths equal Me killin people like Jason, facin death every sequel (Insane in the membrane!) "Bring the Pain" like Method Neglected, smokin kryptonite to the brain for breakfast Guzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do Give me feev', I shall proceed to continue Chorus [Verse Six: Shock G] Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town Mess around and heard Yuk and Knum, said I gotta be down Cause new styles is goin down, look around you Tunes from the Lunz spreadin round and round you Back to get my O on, they let me flow on The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it Still bringin satin for them drawers Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause [Verse Seven: Spice 1] Rollin up cannabis seteva, hittin the Mary Jane Smokin the five before it's tweleve o'clock, sippin on Hurricane Ready to smoke on the endo; rollin up my window, fin' to go to the land With a hand fulla broccoli, when it comes to the sticky I'm the man Crush nasty I be hittin the J so hard I earl Fall on the floor fittin to have a stroke T-H-C ain't no joke I got five on ery'thing, let's get loaded and smoke S-P-I-C-E about to hit it an' croaaaakkkkk Chorus [Outro] Yeahhah, whassup baby? It's me, your boy with the kick that's always tight You a little short on some ends? Don't worry, I'll take care of that, I got five on that I got you |
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| 4:20 |
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Intro Psssshh, I guess niggaz don't realize a good thing til it's gone You know what I'm sayin man? Runnin around in these streets trickin, shit's hard man You know? But sometimes man fools be bringin that shit on they god damn self Verse One Nappy headed nigga stigmatism at birth Born to a family of four and so that makes me one-fourth of a dysfunctional home I had a father who only stayed to see me grown When I turned twelve he was gone Alone, no role model I used to watch my Granddaddy and Uncle hit the bottle and then hit each other Granddaddy beat Grandmother, but that's before my time but I still see how it affected her mind As a child I introverted, and drew pictures While my mother prayed to Jesus reading King James scriptures She used to take me to church so I could put money in the basket Tell the preacher how she used to get her ass kicked And me, I mastered the art of hatred After pops left ran with my niggaz tryin to take shit Petty theft, I got caught a few times, but bust it Life is a bitch so fuck it In eighty-one I remember the night I covered myself with baby powder, so my black ass could be light Cause God is white, and Bo Derek is a ten I hate my black skin, it's just a sin to be a nigga Then again, I'm like the Frenchman, cause Granny's creole And therefore, we're black French people So I think it's best if I go to Catholic school And study under nuns and then I'll be a Catholic fool Cause none of these cults want none of us up and don't none want to see none of us live to be adults, sheeit No wonder brothers take lives for red and blue It's the evil that men do Chorus But every nigga on my block can't stop, and he won't stop, and he don't stop (repeat 4X) Interlude Nigga, nigga wake yo' punk ass up nigga! Nigga *smack* *smack* wake yo', wake yo' punk ass up!! *siren* (Where the fuck we at?) *helicopter* Nigga, one time nigga (Man I feel strange man, and I'm fin to go man) Shit, I'ma get you out, shit, bitches man) (Fuck that shit man, nigga what the fuck am I gonna do man?) *siren* We go make another gold LP nigga stop trippin nigga Nigga we own a gold LP, nigga stop trippin! Verse Two By the time I hit adolescence and found hair on my nuts I grew twelve inches so now it's time to fuck sluts Never respected women, just had to keep my dick wet Fucked this virgin named Lena, I made a bet with my homies I could hit it first, then kicked her to the curb til next year, I got a call from my man Kurt Since I never used jims I left a seed in the Earth that left a nigga feelin like dirt Cause now I'm a father, and got a two-week old daughter ironically, don't even know her name it's a damn shame And ol girl never told me she was havin my baby The more I thought about, she fuckin played me Cause the family's lookin at me like I raped her Plus with another fuckin mouth to feed I need paper Did a caper, and took my Guinness Stout to the head September 1990, drunk drivin, the light turned red Somebody hit from the rear, I hit the brakes Then lost control of the steering wheel Hit a black Camaro and that's all I remember that night I woke up to a five-oh flashlight The car that I hit had exploded on impact One woman escaped, but the driver was trapped, he burned to death Manslaughter, off to C-Y-A Liftin weights in the yard and playin spades all day Now I'm eighteen, hit the County in the mix "Name and last three!" Austin, oh-six-six By now Grandpa went crazy and my Uncle had died And me I'm at the ranch makin pruno in Wayside In ninety-three, I got probation Searchin for an occupation, cause now I'm pickin restitution, confusion I'm lookin at myself and seein every other nigga I knew It's the evil that men do Chorus Chorus (to fade) |
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| 4:34 |
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[Ice Cube]
I am getting dizzy as the world keeps spinnin like a Frisbee Gangsta's and girls make the world twirl No hesitation I can run a nation from incarceration 30 years is what I'm facing But give me 7 seas and 11 gees I make enough cheese to bring wall street to its knees Nigga please I got enough guns To fill the empire state building full of 1's Go to school is what you tell us But nigga's in school is scared of the Good fellas We got the Yayo you can just say no But nobody makes a fucking move until I say so That's how it is and that's how it's gonna be Kids when you grow up who the fuck you want to be? Like me ya black superhero Got enough zeros to hire Bob Shapiro Ya honor I'm have to get rid of ya Because it ain't no trivia about my house in West Bolivia Blew the jury a kiss they rather dismiss Them swim the big fish You fucking guppies! [Chorus] Gangsta's make the world go round [W.C.] Not just sagging waving my flag and never will I ease up nigga So stop asking see I was taught as a tiny loc on the set its all About the pussy and money fuck the rest nigga this tech is quicker To collect when I'm seeking all the jewelry and the money so miss Me with that preaching teaching fuck all that bullshit I want to Slang yea like Noriaga sit back watch my paper collect like the I.R.S. as I kick it with 50 bitches all on my dick just like the President & like the police I want a gang of killers all on my Side that's down to lie more crooked that St. Ides rip ride on my Behalf as I call shots as if I was Saddaam Hussein Jacking mother- fuckers for Dana Danes hated by many bit I don't care because I Rather be feared than loved with a pocket full of dubs because Gangsta gangsta's make the world go round & if you want a piece Then you best to be down so quit chastising me analzing me &like the escorts look over your sholder nigga its Plain to see crooked ass cowards [Chorus] [Mack 10] 360 degrees like my D's the world be spinning Nigga's been sinning since the beginning History's a trip so I peep when I am reading Nigga's probably grew weed in the garden of Eden Before big balling sex cars and loot Its like bitches been scandalous biting forbidden fruit But gangster's don't deal with that shit, on the Westside And since they regulating hoes I roll with the Best side So check it as my lifetime is ticking Coming up strong licking and flipping chickens Need cheese in amounts of G's I gave up sports to slang Key's But blamed it on my Knees Make sure I got what I need To make your order Everything to baggies triple beams to jugs for my water Like a snitch life's a bitch a world full of drama Drug paraphernalia being found by my momma Trauma brings the sad song on your way to killer king nigga So now I stand with heat in my hand for my whole life span Cause evil lurks the land Plus I got a packet with this gang-bang jacket Gotta hold it keep it loaded devoted since quoted Fo sho One-0 got the ups on these prankstas While the world keep twisting as a Westside Gangsta For life nigga [Chorus] |
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| 4:51 |
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Too $hort:
If your a real hustler your sure to get rich. [Chorus] This is for the hustlas, come on This is for the hustlas, oh This is for the hustlas, come on This is for the hustlas, oh Oh, come on, come on I make money like a motherfucker It ain't no thang to me Short Dog in the house spittin' game wit Breed Ain't no bust partner, that's the third week I'm going to pimp these hoes, they can't work me How the hell you think I get to ride a B-12? The phone and TV ended with a green smell I went from Oakland to Atlanta with my top down Short Dog, my shit is nation wide now You can ask Breed or Pac it don't stop I ain't bull shittin' make a mill when I rock Three players in the game and it's a major Bitch you want to get me better hit me on my pager Today I'm on the west coast Tomorrow I'm in Texas Flip the Benz and Farri, sold the Lexus Shorty drop the bass in the mix You know what's next bitch I'm sure to get rich [Chorus] Ha ha I'd be the thuggin' ass outlaw Til my fuckin' casuct drops Fuck around and make me blast on these bastard cops This is for the hustlas Believe me coming stapped with the gak When you see me Label me a threat to society, but I ain't quitin' Thug life motherfucker ain't no bull shittin' Born in these projects destined to fate Collecting mail on these broke bitches Slanging that game Now shit done changed It ain't the the same I ain't lyin' niggas are dyin' Three strikes have you motherfuckers flyin' In the penitentiary or in the cemetery Gettin' high no need to worry Last year niggas knockin' up the block and in between shots Pumpin' tapes from that nigga Breed and Pac This year bringin' you the fix Including Ant Banks in the mix We're sure to get rich Still I ride. [Chorus] I'm a cold-hearted fool I mean a fool at heart, head strong And I won't be headed home if he falls apart Contact niggas like a part time When I ride the beat Ain't no way to hide from the dark side Man of many men's till the very end And blend in and change my iden Just to mix up with the game They know me by the Breed and they don't know it's my last name It's mind over matter I don't mind, you don't matter Pull a glock and watch the whole block scatter And we can have us a gak to gak talk Do it old style and do a back to back walk Count to ten and say goodbye to your friends And we can put the bull shit to an end I figure if he plays around he lays around And he's a motherfucker ? calls a corner when I'm around Bodies are buried and found all around And parish and charish and thoughts just to be true Punk, fellas behave ya and it just might save ya So guard your girl and pickup your pistol Cause you can't get wit Breed the weed head lyrical nit wit The shit won't change as long as I'm alive I gotta survive and keep it tight [Chorus] |
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| 4:01 |
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[Mack 10, Kurupt & Dat Nigga Daz]
(Blaze up) (Oh yeah) World wide, west side Yo Mack 10 with The Dogg Pound Yeah, and the hits don't stop (Sucker) (Nothing but the cavi) Hey, Daz (Sup) Check this out, dog [Mack 10] Now when I come to y'all hood, y'all watch my back And when ya come to Inglewood I'm a front you a sack So we can grind and get away with the cash like a caper Cause it ain't about the set-trip, it's all about the paper Made the poverty cease, on the rise like yeast A parvay lex piece, and I keep my khaki's creased Mack 10 is the lick, and ya know what my set be Connect gang from the west, nigga, where the best be [Dat Nigga Daz] It ain't no questions asked You down to blast for me? Down to ride for me? Down to die for me? I come through for these sucker-ass niggas who rep Come creeping up on shorty slowly, show him death Pull out the Mack 90 automatic for static Blast a couple of niggas, leave em all panicked We swerve and hit the curb, smoke some herb We came up too much, and too tough, and too grub [Kurupt] We in the war zone, Where the war's on Where ya gun, nigga? Show em where you're from, nigga Riding-ass young nigga Arsenal equipped, hot enough to scorch With the double fours on the hip rolling with the force He's out to catch a body Talking, but I thought this was a gangsta party Now he's walking around smarter Now he's about to see, talking about who's jumping I'm about to get the pump to pumping and start dumping on something [Chorus: Mack 10 (Dat Nigga Daz) {Kurupt}] Fuck you over there (Party over here) {And if you want to trip, we got the straps near} Cause niggas like us do platinum every year (And if I ruled this sphere) {Your shit'd disappear} Now everybody in the house, throw your dubs in the air And wave em all around like ya just don't care We're riding dope, so, nigga, act like ya savvy Mack 10 and the Pound, dog, cooking nothing but the cavi [Mack 10] I'm serving niggas like a host with the pound so take a toast Dog, this west coast and our shit bump the most Cause vine to vine I swing through the woods of Ingle And everything I make, fuck around and be a single From the who banging hit, to the yes, yes, y'alls Now all down my halls, got plaques on my walls We might slow the roll, sit back and still kick it But the shit don't stop till we hit a meal ticked [Dat Nigga Daz] I'll be god damned I'm in it for a meal ticket And the goal's successful I don't know who to prove a show Usual swerve a corner and hit a block back-to-back Y'all don't know us like that, Where the gang-banger's hang at They "Daz, are you a rider?" I reply "Boy, hell yeah, I'm a rider!" From the east side of Long Beach to the west side of Inglewood On a cash mission bailing hood to hood [Kurupt] Once upon a time in the early stages of my life, sacrifice, I feel like loose-shaking niggas like dice Forever in the day Say what you say On the mic I display, Philly to L.A. I've been all over from Crenshaw and Impearl To 108th, I'm sure Mack got my back, It's all about mashing, cashing heat in the stash When you're in the neighborhood of assassins What you say? [Chorus] [Dat Nigga Daz (Mack 10)] What do you consider fun? (Pass the bomb, pass the bomb) All day night, and all night long When you wake up in the morning And you start to yawn All day night, and all night long See'mon, see'mon (Yeah, dub S.C.G. D.P.G.C. Ha ha ha, Take a picture, trick Take a picture, trick Take a picture, trick It might make ya rich Bitch) Death Row |
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| 4:06 |
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[Suga Free] No, uh-uh excuse me wait baby treat yo' cash And remind me when we get home to get goin and crack my whip and pack yo' shit befo' I 92.3 The Beat yo' ass! Naw bitch look at me when I talk to you I checked the bitch and said, "Ah-hah some shit? No ub-uh, shut up, you gon' do what I tell you to do!" Now name three motherfuckers you can call.. you cain't One pimpin that, two pimpin that, three pimpin that That bitch got off! (Say what my nigga Suga Free, what you say?) Snoop say what? (Huh?) I said I'm pimpin that, you pimpin that, she pimpin that That bitch does all! Naw, pimpin ain't easy (pimpin ain't easy) But hoein ain't hard no (hoein ain't hard no) Baby you gon' have to hoe (hoe hoe hoe) Or lady I'ma have to go (see ya, see ya!) Suga Free, bitch that don't stand for some old nice ass nigga tryin to get some pussy and you tryin to get some of this dick free I'm live ta be a old-ass pimp with cataracts Reminscin on regular park trees with the homies and slappin bitches in Cadillacs I wish you wouldn't trust me so much I wish you wouldn't trust me so much! I wish you wouldn't trust me so much I wish you wouldn't trust me so much! Heyyy [Sylk E. Fine] Now check me, I'm in a helluva situation I got LOVE for the homegirl but it ain't no escapin Now I've been waitin fo' the chance fo' me to do my thang Cause when I GO OUT baby, I GO OUT with a bang! (bang bang) Thursday night, 'bout to hang out at the House of Blues Fresh attire, new shoes, plus a new, hairdo, WHOO! I'm mesmerized by the music that they bump in the club I see my homegirl man (whas' happenin, whas' up?) lookin like he need some love And everytime I see him, he been givin me the eye Cause he my type and I'm his type and plus we love to ride Imagine that, off we left Hot sweat hot sex it ain't like we just met (ahh, yeah, yeah) Why she trust me? Since his girl went on a little trip I made his sweat drip, he made me strip It ain't my fault he in a fucked up relationship That just go to show, you never know who you dealin with Love over friendship, that's why I live my life trustless, yeah I wish you wouldn't trust me so much I wish you wouldn't trust me so much! I wish you wouldn't trust me so much I wish you wouldn't trust me so much! Heyyy [Snoop Dogg] Hmm, I spent the night at the homie's house, shit Slept in his livingroom, on his couch Nigga high'n a motherfucker burnt out (shit) Before you know it, god damn, the homie chirped out (damn!) And he ain't said shit, he just dip in his Seville as he peel Left me at the pad with his girl, damn, what the deal? Now baby got a gown on, gettin her clown on As she slid downstairs, now she takin me down home Cheatin in the next room in the homeboy's bedroom Am I wrong? Shit, on and on and on and on Now what am I to do if you was me and I was you His baby momma in my face, she shakin poo-poo, what would you do? Trust is a motherfuckin loco, shit and so is temptation, and I don't know what I'ma do Come on through (come on through) so I can cum on you (cum on you) Shit if the homey knew (if the homey knew) if the homey knew (if the homey knew) I wish you wouldn't trust me so much [Sylk] Hey now I wish you wouldn't trust me so much! [Sylk] Can't trust me, whatcha say now? [Snoop] Mo heezee up in this motherfucker Dogg I wish you wouldn't trust me so much [Sylk] Believe! [Snoop] Trust is a motherfucker [Sylk] You can't trust, whatcha say now? [Snoop] Don't trust, no bitch I wish you wouldn't trust me so much! Heyyy [Sylk] Whatcha say? [Snoop] Trust in no bitch-ass niggaz [Sylk] Whatcha say now? Can't trust Nah-na-na-nah-nah, nah-na-na-nah-nah [Sylk] Whatcha say now? Nah-na-na-nah-nah, nah-na-na-nah-nah [Sylk] Whatcha say now? Nah-na-na-nah-nah, nah-na-na-nah-nah [Sylk] Can't trust, whatcha say now? Nah-na-na-nah-nah, nah-na-na-nah-nah [Sylk] Come on yeah.. |
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