MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
n.w.a. - real niggaz don't die
Real Niggaz Don't Die
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
I never said, I never said, I never said a buck
can't fuck 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 I'm with, they take an eye for an eye
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 snail race
Have your residents occupying 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 in front of a barrel smiling saying
cheese
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 it's useless to try
To kill a nigga cause nigga a muthafuking real
nigga don't die
Chorus
I'm a muthafuking nigga wit an attitude
(Eazy-E)
Only 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, wrong 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
n.w.a. - fuck tha police
Right about now, Nwa court is in full effect.
Judge Dre presiding in the case of Nwa versus the police department.
Prosecuting attourneys are Mc Ren, Ice Cube, and Eazy muthafuckin E.
Order, order, order. Ice Cube, take the muthafuckin stand.
Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth
and nothin but the truth so help your black ass?
<You're goddamn right!>
Why don't you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say?
Fuck tha police
Comin straight from the underground
Young nigga got it bad cuz I'm brown
And not the other color so police think
They have the authority to kill a minority
Fuck that shit, cuz I ain't tha one
For a punk muthafucka with a badge and a gun
To be beatin on, and throwin in jail
We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell
Fuckin with me cuz I'm a teenager
With a little bit of gold and a pager
Searchin my car, lookin for the product
Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics
You'd rather see me in the pen
Then me and Lorenzo rollin in the Benzo
Beat tha police outta shape
And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape
To tape off the scene of the slaughter
Still can't swallow bread and water
I don't know if they fags or what
Search a nigga down and grabbin his nuts
And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none
But don't let it be a black and a white one
Cuz they slam ya down to the street top
Black police showin out for the white cop
Ice Cube will swarm
On any muthafucka in a blue uniform
Just cuz I'm from the Cpt, punk police are afraid of me
A young nigga on a warpath
And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath
Of cops, dyin in La
Yo Dre, I got somethin to say
Fuck the police (4x)
<Example of scene one:
<Pull your goddamn ass over right now.>
<Ah shit, what the fuck you pullin me over for?>
<Cuz I feel like it. Just sit your ass on the curb and shut the fuck up.>
<Man, fuck this shit.>
<Alright smartass, I'm takin' your black ass to jail.>
M. C. Ren, will you please give your testimony to the jury about this fucked up
incident.>
Fuck tha police and Ren said it with authority
because the niggaz on the street is a majority.
A gang, is with whoever I'm stepping
and the motherfuckin' weapon
is kept in a stash box, for the so-called law
wishin' Ren was a nigga that they never saw
Lights start flashin behind me
But they're scared of a nigga so they mace me to blind me
But that shit don't work, I just laugh
Because it gives em a hint not to step in my path
To the police I'm sayin fuck you punk
Readin my rights and shit, it's all junk
Pullin out a silly club, so you stand
With a fake assed badge and a gun in your hand
But take off the gun so you can see what's up
And we'll go at it punk, I'ma fuck you up
Make ya think I'm a kick your ass
But drop your gat, and Ren's gonna blast
I'm sneaky as fuck when it comes to crime
But I'm a smoke em now, and not next time
Smoke any muthafucka that sweats me
Or any assho that threatens me
I'm a sniper with a hell of a scope
Takin out a cop or two, they can't cope with me
The muthafuckin villian that's mad
With potential to get bad as fuck
So I'm a turn it around
Put in my clip, yo, and this is the sound
Ya, somethin like that, but it all depends on the size of the gat
Takin out a police would make my day
But a nigga like Ren don't give a fuck to say
Fuck the police (4x)
<Yo, man, what you need?
Police, open now. We have a warrant for Eazy-E's arrest.
Get down and put your hands up where I can see em.
Just shut the fuck up and get your muthafuckin ass on the floor.
[huh?]>
<Yo Eazy-E, why don't you step up to the stand
and tell the jury how you feel abou this bullshit.>
I'm tired of the muthafuckin jackin
Sweatin my gang while I'm chillin in the shackin
Shining tha light in my face, and for what
Maybe it's because I kick so much butt
I kick ass, or maybe cuz I blast
On a stupid assed nigga when I'm playin with the trigga
Of any Uzi or an Ak
Cuz the police always got somethin stupid to say
They put up my picture with silence
Cuz my identity by itself causes violence
The E with the criminal behavior
Yeah, I'm a gansta, but still I got flavor
Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucka in a uniform waitin to get shot,
By me, or another nigga.
and with a gat it don't matter if he's smarter or bigger
[Mc Ren: Size don't mean shit, he's from the old school, fool]
And as you all know, E's here to rule
Whenever I'm rollin, keep lookin in the mirror
And there's no cue, yo, so I can hear a
Dumb muthafucka with a gun
And if I'm rollin off the 8, he'll be tha one
That I take out, and then get away
And while I'm drivin off laughin
This is what I'll say
Fuck the police (4x)
<The verdict.
The jury has found you guilty of bein a redneck,
whitebread, chickenshit muthafucka.
Wait, that's a lie. That's a goddamn lie.
I want justice! I want justice!
Fuck you, you black muthafucka!>
Fuck the police (3x)
n.w.a. - alwayz into somethin'
Ninety ninety mothafuckin' 1
Nwa's back in this mothafuckin' yo
Takin' out all you commercicalized ass niggaz
And we're on this lay back track
And we're doin' this well kinda smooth
So what's you're gonna do Dre, Kick it!
It's so on le the shit flow on
Because I need somethin' to go off on
The mothafuckin' D-R-E servin' a death wish
So I'm a hit you like this
Early in the morning hop into the B-enz
I got 44 wayz of gettin' paid
Sittin' in my lap as I roll off the Compton blocks
To skoop up Ren I heard shots -
1 2 3, Then I see the nigga
Hop in de Benz and it was Ren on the mothafuckin' trigger
He got in the Benz and said
"Dre I was speakin' to de bitch O'shey" [Ice Cube]
And as we roll on I seen the patrol on crip
So we got ghost because they beat
Me and Ren in de black Ce, yo,
Poppin' some funky shit by de D.O.C
I gotta get paid, paid in a hurry see
I gotta have it if I'm not paid fully
I start takin', makin' sure my shit is steady bumpin'
A nigga'z Alwayz Into Somethin'
I hear a dope beat
Somebody told me to buck dead
But if Dre did'nt do it I can't fuck with it
Nwa is like a mix a fix a trix
Real niggaz with big dicks
You're takin' a chance when you think that
Talkin' under your breath won't lead to young death
Fuckin' up shit and shit by the killin'
For a nigga labled as bein' - A mothafuckin' Villain
But you don't know me, a record can't tell ya
I was so afraid I'd be a mothafuckin' faliure
Real niggaz got a hat-top breakin'
I hooked up with 3 more niggaz and started makin' -
Funky-ass shit for your system
Might sound nice so it makes you wanna listen to a
Sample of a ruthless organization
But you don't want the conferntation
Real niggaz don't play -
Yella, Eazy, Me and the nigga nigga Dre
Yo, alwayz makin' sure that my shit is steady bumpin'
Yeah, the world's most dangerous group
Definetly in this mothafucka
Sendin' a shout-out to all the niggaz out there
Yo you can get in the pick up
and suck de dick up 'till you hick-up
You know what I'm sayin'
Yo, cuz I'm a nigga for life
And I realy don't give a fuck
I'm goin' for mine - Every time
I see a fuckin' softy -
Punk strong as coffee
A nigga like that best to back up off me
Yo, cuz these are the dayz and the times of de real nigga
False niggaz, Nwa'z toss' niggaz
And that's on de real Cuz I'm a nigga that killz
Again and again so tell 'em what's up Ren
If I'm not no nothin' I don't feel like
So I grab de 9 n' de clip and go to murder mothafuckaz at night
Because I'm startin' to feel
I'm sittin' in a cell with a crimerz too tragic it
could'nt make bail
So now they gotta hold me
And listen to rehabilizations over and over
Sayin' they told me
But I don't give a fuck cuz I know my shit is pumpin'
A nigga'z Alwayz Into Somethin'
n.w.a. - appetite for destruction
I got a taste for waste and a taste and a blood
Murder I heard her when she screamed the "Drop!"
Cuz her son caught the slug.
Relate this to no choice
And listen to this straight-up man before they ban the voice
While I ride to the rythem of a pop
Remember the first nigga that run is the first to get shot
Whoever said that what I say and betray is negativity
Need to come kick it in the city with me
And find the black and crack and fact
And take that shit back cuz they don't wanna fuck with that
There's too many niggaz they're tryin' to calm
If mothafuckaz could get it, nobody would've fuck with it
Appetite for destruction -
For him to get a bit more shit he gotta commit -
Murder in the first degree - a man slaughter
Takin' the life of his wife and young daughter
A whole city of bitches they look sucked up
And the niggaz iz killin' it's straight fucked up
Whoever sayin' what I'm sayin'z for greed
Then I aint even what they're tryin' to feed my appetite for destruction
" .. you gotta know I'm talkin' to .. "
That Appetite is tremendous
So I'm gonna spin this
Try for some violence because they ax me to end this
Some trouble that I caught cuz I was noisy
A nigga tried to take advantage because I'm de kamikazi
He took de swing from my hand - thought I was faded
Start runnin' for the door but the fucker never made it
The sound of the 9 went Bang [shot]
And all over the wall was his mothafuckin' brain
Cuz I'm a nigga you can't sleep on
So set the alarm, cuz I hit like a mothafuckin' bomb
I do damage with a 9 in my hand
But the average nigga that don't know me don't understand
I'm from the streets so therefore
You know I don't care for
A sucker that ain't down with the real niggaz the niggaz the niggaz yo
And that's the way this shit gotta go, and even so
But any time that the 9 wanna leave
I got a .38 hidden up the sleeve
And it's ready to go to war cuz that's what it's here for
I shoot down a milion niggaz and shoot one more
And that's a milion and one
That couldn't hang with the appetite
Cuz they wasn't rappin' right
So I had to destroy whoever was standin' in my presence
For fuckin' up da essence appetite for destruction
"They put a hurtin' on your ass, man, you know, they realy degrade you,
White folks don't believe that shit, don't believe that cops degrade you,
Oh come on, those people, those people was resistin' arrest"
Check it out y'all, in de house y'all
So I can show and flow and let the people know
So won't you ease on down to the yellow brick road to Compton
But first let me tell you somethin' -
I possess the 10 commandments of the Hip Hop Thugster,
Known as a thief and murderer :
First one -
Alibi a nigga with an attitude
Gotta get respected, break your mothafuckin' neck
Second one -
Allwayz gotta fuck outta wedlock
I like it when the pussy goes snap crackle and pop
Number three -
I'm a gangsta fanatic
I smoke any foolz tryin' to cause some static
Number four -
Here's what's in store
A crazy-ass nigga that remains hard core
Fifth one -
My killings just begun
I pulled out my gun, now they keep me on the run
Step six -
Hmmm, it's kinda tricky -
Can't forget that I'm mothafuckin' chickenshit
To the ones who tries to play the E -
By the time you reach Seven you'll be 6 feet deep
Number eight -
Make no mistake,
Move real sneaky and you're bound to catch yo' pray
Ninth one -
I gotta be raw, fuck any brain-washing man made law
Last but not least, I must be real -
Number ten - is my appetite for kill
n.w.a. - approach to danger
Eazy:
What you want is an unexpected approach,
that may delay a suspects awareness of your presence,
until you have a chance to assist the situation you are confronted.
Approach to danger, don't move;
it's hard to predict what will happen next.
(Oh shit, he has a gun!) drop the gun
you could've prevented a tragedy.
Ren:
You can approach, but the danger-light is blinking,
a self-desctruct button is activated when I'm thinking.
This is a tribulation, the weakened judge,
the prophecy was fulfilled cause I never budge.
I took up the tools, crucifixion was the extreme,
they're seeing doubles of me, but it wasn't a dream.
One vision was of life, the other was death,
Then I didn't give a fuck if death took your last breath.
So you burn in my pit that I call hell,
where you got send because your shit don't sell.
My twenty-twenty was blurry from the smoke,
of the niggaz that I burned and tormented but I didn't choke.
I started doing 'em, I kept on doing 'em,
do 'em for shoot 'em up till that nigga Ren was booing 'em.
And my presence to the suckers was of a stranger,
but fuck it, they can approach to the danger.
Eazy:
If you can be seen, you can be hit.
If you can be hit, you can be killed.
(He's on the line! Shoot him!)
Dre:
Fatal approach to danger, just to remain a strangeler,
outrun, the shot of a gun with a ganger.
Murder in the first degree, but it's worse to be,
a dead motherfucker or a nigga in custody.
With everybody thinking of death I kept working,
to be one of the last niggaz left.
So many people looking for hope, they're broke,
without checking the fingerprints on the motherfuckers' throat.
A heart of steal can reveil the real nigga in me,
so figuring to see the D-E-A-D
bodies like a nigga's straight walking in a cemetary,
so it's very necesarry to carry ammunition for niggaz wishing,
but they better take caution, before Dre goes off,
and starts killing motherfuckers,
just in order to change the anger for the real nigga,
when I approach to danger
Approach the motherfucking danger,
Come back to hell and send me some time... (this is it y'all)
Eazy:
Final approach to danger, death, destruction around every corner,
another dead body and you wanna keep running.
But even the rain turns black,
all you can do is stay alert to try to say out of the search-light.
No prison, nobody makes bail,
everybody gotta go but see, it ain't no jail.
Think about death, taking your last breath,
heart beating like a motherfucker like there ain't no time left.
For so many ways to stay up, I gotta get mine,
even though they wanna make a crime.
Yo, I'm being real, a better or latter in the beginning,
because it will release the fucking police.
Fuck 'em, I approach to danger,
cause I don't give a fuck if somebody gotta get fucked up.
So you might as well kiss your ass goodbye,
cause in the long run... (we'll all die)
n.w.a. - automobile
Yo Dre man, I take this bitch out to the movies and shit man we're kissin'
and grindin' and shit, so we hop in the back seat, you know man, this bitch
rubbin' all over my dick and frontin' like she's gonna give me the pussy,
man, and the bitch said 3 words, man :
STOP NO and DON'T [oh shit]
I said BIIIITTTTTTCCHH ...
You don't have to front on me dear, [don't front me..]
So why don't you just give that pussy hair? [hehehe ahah]
If you'd be good to me, [yeah yeah]
ohh I'll be good to you, [ahahha]
and we'll both ride home in my automobile... [fuckin' head in this car]
All that I want is a little puss' [that's all he wants]
All that I want is just a little head [ahaha just a little bit]
If you'd be good to me, [good]
ohh I'll be good to you, [ah]
and we'll both ride home in my automobile...
You don't have to front on me bitch, [don't front on me muthafuckin' bitch]
Don't be afraid - it's only a dick [ahaha it's only a dick .. ]
Give up the pussy soon, [yeah soon]
All I want is a little, [little]
oh get your groopy ass up my hotel room [ahhhhhhhuuu]
oh get your groopy ass up my hotel room [get out get out...]
All I want is the pussy [ha!]
All I want is the pussy [pussy]
All I want is the pussy [godamn right!]
All I want is the pussy [pussy pussy pussy pussy..]
If you'd be good to me, [yeah, ho']
ohh I'll be good to you,
and we'll both ride home in my automobile [kick some more shit]
we'll both ride home in my automobile... [ah yeah]
If you'd be good to me,[yeah baby]
ohh I'll be good to you
and we'll bpth ride home in my automobile
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n.w.a. - college girls are easy
Chorus------Anywhere i go a fly girl will please me
East to west college girls are easy
This story's kinda funny
it's one about the hunnies
Debbi was the girl who used to do it like a bunny
And how about Mona?
her hips was like a mota
I heard she likes to do it in the back of a Toyota
and then there was Amie
now how can you blame me
she wanted it so bad she offered to pay me
and Vicki gettin Weazy
both a bit sleezy
cuz all college girls are just to easy
(Chorus)
Anywhere i go a fly girl will please me
East to west college girls are easy
Anywhere i go a fly girl will please me
East to west college girls are easy
1,2,3,4,5,6,7 days a week the college girls be beggin
to get a guy to sexually perform
so whenever i get horny i go to the dorm
went to the dorm sunday around midnight
i saw a hunny and she gave me an invite
to her room and said that she had been scopin
me in english class and now she was hopin
just to talk (yeah right) but now instead
since we was alone she'd rather get me into bed
I nibbled on her ear and said i hope your in condition
then she got down in a yoga like position
took off her clothes and said her name was Dianna
her chest was bigger than the state of Indiana
she said let's get busy, i don't want to lose ya
and needless to say i knocked it like a hosier
Chorus
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursay, Friday and weekends
Thats when i'm hangin out with my friends
why just the other night lookin for a party we
went to the house of some girls in a sorority
The music was live and the party was a rock-up
not all the girls were cute but they all had big knockers
well i was just scopin and hopin and glancin
at the college hunnies on the dance floor dancin
thats when i saw the cutie (cutie)
with the little booty (booty)
I introduced myself as Jeff she said her name was Judy
I knew that she adored me but my friends for me
Judy was the type of girl thats wild and horny
Chorus (2 times)
n.w.a. - don't drink that wine
n.w.a. - express yourself
Yo, man... There's a lot of brothers out there flakin' and perpetratin
But scared to kick reality.
Man, you've been doing all this dope producing.
You had a chance to show 'em what time it is...
So, what you want me to do?
Express Yourself...
I'm expressin' with my full capabilities,
And now I'm livin' in correctional facilities,
Cause some don't agree with how I do this.
I get straight, meditate like a Buddhist
I'm droppin' flava, my behaviour is heriditery,
But my technique is very necessary.
Blame it on Ice Cube... Because he says it gets funky
When you got a subject and a predacit.
Add it on a dope beat
And that'll make you think.
Some suckaz just tickle me pink
To my stomache. 'Cause they don't flow like this one.
You know what? I won't hesitate to dis one
Or two before I'm through.
So don't try to sing this!
Some drop science
While I'm droppin' English.
Even if Yella
Makes it a-capella
I still express, yo, I don't smoke weed or a sess.
Cause its known to give a brother brain damage.
And brain damage on the mic don't manage
Nuthin'
But makin' a sucker and you equal.
Don't be another sequel...
Express Yourself...
Express Yourself...
Come on and do it...
Express Yourself...
Express Yourself...
Come on and do it...
Now, gettin' back to the PG.
That's program, and it's easy.
Dre is back. Newjacks, I mean hollow,
Expressin' ain't their subject
Because they like to follow
The words, the style, the trend,
The records I spin.
Again and again and again
Yo, you on the other end.
Whatch a brother playin' dope rhymes with no help.
There's no fessin' and guessin'
While I'm expressin myself.
It's crazy to see people be
What society wants them to be. But not me!
Ruthless...
Is the way to go
They know.
Others say rhymes that fail
To be original.
Or they kill where the hiphop starts,
Forget about the ghetto
And rap for the pop charts.
Some musicians curse at home
But scared to use profanity
When up on the microphone.
Yeah, they want reality.
But you won't hear none.
They rather exaggerate, a little fiction.
Some say no to drugs and take a stand,
But after the show they go lookin' for the dopeman.
Or they ban my group from the radio.
Hear NWA and say "Hell no!".
But you know it ain't all about wealth.
As long as you make a note to...
Express Yourself...
Express Yourself...
Come on and do it...
Express Yourself...
Express Yourself...
Come on and do it...
Express Yourself...
From the heart.
Cause if you wanna start to move up the chart
Then expression is a big part of it.
You ain't efficient when you flow
You ain't swift, movin' like a tortoise.
Full of rigor mortis.
There's a little bit more to show
I got rhymes in my mind, and better like an embryo.
Or a lesson - all of 'em expression
And if you start fessin' -
I got a Smith and Wessun
For you.
I might ignore your record
Because it has no bottom.
I get loose in the summer. When in spring and autumn
It's Dre on the mic, gettin' physical.
Doin' the job
NWA is the lynch mob!
Yes, I'm a cob?
But you know you need this.
And the knowledge is growin'
Just like a foetus, or a tumor.
But here's the rumor:
Dre is in the neighborhood
And he's up to no good.
When I start expressin' myself,
Yella, slam it!
Cause If I stay funky like this I'm doin' damage.
Or I'mma be too hyped,
And need a straight jacket.
I got knowledge and other suckaers lack it.
So, when you see Dre, a DJ on the mic,
Ask what it's like.
It's like we gettin' hype tonight.
Cause if I strike
It ain't for your good health.
But I won't strike if you just...
Express Yourself...
Express Yourself...
Come on and do it...
Express Yourself...
Express Yourself...
Come on and do it...
Express Yourself...
Come on and do it...
Come on and do it...
Come on and do it...
Come on and do it...
n.w.a. - findum, fuckum & flee
[hehehehehehehahahahaha
Yeah, it's me again...
so check it out - ladies, not gentlemen
Drop your draws, cop a seat
And let's get into this. Yeah ..
Easily I'm aproachin',
There ain't no jokin',
When the pussy holes are open.
Ready to fuck until my dick is raw,
Yo! the muthafuckin' devil's son-in-law.
[Peter, Peter, the pussy eater]
No, it's the E, the muthafuckin' pussy beater,
And I'm the 'Quicker-Picker-Upper" quick to pick up a bitch,
So come here bitch and lick up the - lick up the - lick up the dick!
Now how many nuts would it take for me,
To let that bitch graduate to lesson 3? Let's see...
[Splash Splash ..]
As you can see I straight wax that ass!
Back up bitch unless you want nut in your eye.
I never never ever ever seen a bitch cry.
Nut 1, nut 2 nut 4 5 6,
I lost the 3rd nut in the mix - Fuck It!
[Hey yo yella boy, why don'tcha rewind it!]
6 5 4 now 3 is up,
Gimme that gimme that gimme that nut.
You wanna feel the dick baby try your luck,
Because the E likes to FUCK FUCK FUCK! YO!
I get 'em stuck-on and get the fuck on,
Give 'em a Tootsie Roll and tell 'em 'Thanks for the pussy hole!"
I Findum, Fuckum and Flee, you know?
But before I D-O,
Yo, I take a ho' to the hotel,
To the motel
To the Holiday Inn
Yo, if that bitch start fuckin' up [what you do?]
I'll just fuck her friend ...
Ah Dr. Dre [what up?], my mellow [Yo]
it's on you, so whatcha gonna do?
Well, it's on and on and on and on
Yo the beat don't stop until the break of dawn
Yo, every bitch I know they wanna get with me
The muthafuckin' notorious D-R-E
Spit game at a bitch while a nigga's around
And you know most ho's know not to clown
'Cause if a bitch tried to diss me
whIle I'm full of liquor
I'd smack the bitch up and shoot the nigga that's with her
That's the kind of nigga that you're listenin' to
Talk to you for a minute then my dick's in you .. YO!
NOW EVERY SINGLE BITCH GOT A PRICE TO PAY
UP ON THE DICKS OF N.W.A
Yo, I Findum, Fuckum and Flee, you know?
but before I D-O
Yo, I take a ho' to the hotel
To the motel
To the Holiday Inn [say what??!]
If that bitch start fuckin' up, yo
I'll just fuck her friend ...
Now M.C. REN [what up] my mellow [a check it out] it's on you so what
the fuck you're gonna do?
Now gather 'round y'all
And check it out y'all
And all the bitches come and suck up on my balls y'all
And take a ticket to play with it like a Slinky
So put your lips on my big chocolate Twinkie
And you swallow all the nut
If you bitches are smart
To make my dick pop up like a Pop-Tart
But after I nut I'mma leave ya,
But first I must decieve you, because bitch I don't need you
And don't say that you love me, too
'Cause if I turn my back you would fuck the whole crew
You're nothin' but a stank ho' tryin' to take my bank ho'
So I have to let you know ..
At a hotel
or At a motel
or At a Holiday Inn [say what??!]
Because if that bitch starts fuckin' up, yo, I'll just fuck her friend
n.w.a. - gangsta gangsta
Verse One: Ice Cube
Here's a little somethin' bout a nigga like me
never shoulda been let out the penititary
Ice Cube would like ta say
That I'm a crazy mutha fucka from around the way
Since I was a youth, I smoked weed out
Now I'm the mutha fucka that ya read about
Takin' a life or two
that's what the hell I do, you don't like how I'm livin
well fuck you!
This is a gang, and I'm in it
My man Dre'll fuck you up in a minute
With a right left, right left you're toothless
And then you say goddamn they ruthless!
Everwhere we go they say [damn!]
N W A's fuckin' up tha program
And then you realize we don't care
We don't just say no, we to busy sayin' yeah!
To drinkin' straight out the eight bottle
Do I look like a mutha fuckin role model?
To a kid lookin' up ta me
Life ain't nothin but bitches and money.
Cause I'm tha type o' nigga that's built ta last
If ya fuck wit me I'll put a foot in ya ass
See I don't give a fuck 'cause I keep bailin
Yo, what the fuck are they yellin
Chorus:
Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
"It's not about a salary, it's all about reality" - Krs One
Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
"Hopin you sophisticated motherfuckers hear what I have to say"
Verse Two: Ice Cube
When me and my posse stepped in the house
All the punk-ass niggaz start breakin out
Cause you know, they know whassup
So we started lookin for the bitches with the big butts
Like her, but she keep cryin
"I got a boyfriend" Bitch stop lyin
Dumb-ass hooker ain't nuttin but a dyke
Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like
Walked over to em, and said, "Whassup?"
The first nigga that I saw, hit em in the jaw
Ren started stompin em, and so did E
By that time got rushed by security
Out the door, but we don't quit
Ren said, "Let's start some shit!"
I got a shotgun, and here's the plot
Takin niggaz out with a flurry of buckshots
Boom boom boom, yeah I was gunnin
And then you look, all you see is niggaz runnin
and fallin and yellin and pushin and screamin
and cussin, I stepped back, and I kept bustin
And then I realized it's time for me to go
So I stopped, jumped in the vehicle
It's like this, because of that who-ride
N.W.A. is wanted for a homicide
Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last
Fuck wit me, I'll put my foot in your ass
See I don't give a fuck, cause I keep bailin
Yo, what the fuck are they yellin?
Chorus:
Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
"It's not about a salary, it's all about reality" - Krs One
Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
"He'll tell you exactly how he feel, and don't want a fuckin thing back"
Verse Three: Ice Cube
Homies all standin around, just hangin
Some dope-dealin, some gang-bangin
We decide to roll and we deep
See a nigga on Dayton's and we creep
Real slow, and before you know
I had my shotgun pointed in the window
He got scared, and hit the gas
Right then, I knew I has to smoke his ass
He kept rollin, I jumped in the bucket
We couldn't catch him, so I said fuck it
Then we headed right back to the fort
Sweatin all the bitches in the biker shorts
We didn't get no play, from the ladies
With six niggaz in a car are you crazy?
She was scared, and it was showin
We all said "Fuck you bitch!" and kept goin
To the hood, and we was fin to
Find somethin else to get into
Like some pussy, or in fact
A bum rush, but we call it rat pack
On a nigga for nuttin at all
Ice Cube'll go stupid when I'm full of eight ball
I might stumble, but I won't lose
Now I'm dressed in the county blues
Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last
If you Fuck wit me, I'll put my foot in your ass
I don't give a fuck, cause I keep bailin
Yo, what the fuck are they yellin?
Interlude: Ice Cube, Dr. Dre
[Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut this shit]
{Man whatcha gonna do now?}
"What we're gonna do right here is go way back"
[How far you goin back?]
"Way back"
"As we go a lil somethin like this" - Slick Rick
Here's a lil gangsta, short in size
A t-shirt and Levi's is his only disguise
Built like a tank yet hard to hit
Ice Cube and Eazy E cold runnin shit
Verse Four: Eazy E, Mc Ren
Well I'm Eazy E the one they're talkin about
Nigga tried to roll the dice and just crapped out
Police tried to roll, so it's time to go
I creeped away real slow and jumped in the six-fo'
Wit the "Diamond in the back, sun-roof top"
Diggin the scene with the gangsta lean
Cause I'm the E, I don't slang or bang
I just smoke motherfuckers like it ain't no thang
And all you bitches, you know I'm talkin to you
"We want to fuck you Eazy!" I want to fuck you too
Cause you see, I don't really take no shit
[So let me tell you motherfuckers who you're fuckin with]
Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last
If you Fuck wit me, I'll put my foot in your ass
I don't give a fuck, cause I keep bailin
Yo, what the fuck are they yellin?
Chorus:
Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
"It's not about a salary, it's all about reality" - Krs One
Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
"He'll fuck up you and yours, and anything that gets in his way"
Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
"It's not about a salary, it's all about reality" - Krs One
Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
"He'll just call you a low-life motherfucker, and talk about your
funky ways"
n.w.a. - i ain't tha one
Intro: girl, Ice Cube
[Ice Cube, do you think you could give me some money to get
my hair done?] How short's your hair right now?
[Well you know I get it done every week, and I need my nails
done too] Look, I'ma tell you like this
Verse One:
I ain't the one, the one to get played like a pooh butt
See I'm from the street, so I know what's up
On these silly games that's played by the women
I'm only happy when I'm goin up in em
But you know, I'm a menace to society
But girls in biker shorts are so fly to me
So I step to em, with aggression
Listen to the kid, and learn a lesson today
See they think we narrow minded
Cause they got a cute face, and big-behinded
So I walk over and say "How ya doin?"
See I'm only down for screwin, but you know
ya gotta play it off cool
Cause if they catch you slippin, you'll get schooled
And they'll get you for your money, son
Next thing you know you're gettin their hair and they nails done
Fool, and they'll let you show em off
But when it comes to sex, they got a bad cough
Or a headache, it's all give and no take
Run out of money, and watch your heart break
They'll drop you like a bad habit
cause a brother with money yo, they gotta have it
Messin with me though, they gets none
You can't juice Ice Cube girl, cause I ain't the one
Interlude One:
[Girrrrrl, you got to get these brothers for all the money
you can honey. Cause if they ain't got no money, they can't
do nothin for me but get out of my face.]
[I know what you mean girl, it ain't nothin right jumpin off
unless he got dollars]
Verse Two:
Sometimes I used to wonder
How the hell an ugly dude get a fine girl's number
He's gettin juiced for his ducats
I tell a girl in a minute yo, I drive a bucket
And won't think nuttin of it
She can ride or walk, either leave it or love it
I show her that I'm not the O, the N-E, say
I'm a ruthless N-I double-G A
Cause I'm gamin on a female that's gamin on me
You know I spell girl with a B
A brother like me is only out for one thing
I think with my ding-a-ling, but I won't bring no
flowers to your doorstep, when we goin out
Cause you'll take it for granted, no doubt
And after the date, I'ma want to do the wild thing
You want lobster huh? I'm thinking Burger King
And when I take you, you get frustrated
You can't juice Ice Cube and you hate it
But you see, I don't go nuts
Over girls like you with the BIG ol butts
It start comin out the pocket, to knock it
But when the damage is done...
You can only lay me girl, you can't play me girl
For the simple fact that, I ain't the one
Interlude Two:
[I don't care how they look if they got money,
we can hook up but they ain't gettin none.]
[Yeah I just make em think they gonna get some,
play up they mind a lil bit, and get that money.]
[Oh Ice Cube, can I have some money pleeeease?]
Verse Three:
Give you money why bother
Cause you know I'm lookin nothin like your father
Girl, I can't be played or ganked
Ganked means getting took for your bank
Or your gold or your money or something
Nine times outta ten, she's giving up nothing
They get mad when I put it in perspective
But let's see if my knowledge is effective
To the brothas man they robbing you blind
Cause they fine with a big behind, but pay it no mind
Keep your money to yourself homie
and if you got enough game
You'll get her name and her number
Without going under
You can't leave em and love and stay above em
I used to get no play now she stay behind me
Cause I said I had a Benz 190
But I lied and played the one
Just to get some now she feels dumb
To my homies it's funny
But that's what you get trying to play me for my money
Now don't you feel used
But I don't give hoot, huh, because I knock boots
You shouldn't be, so damn material
And try to milk Ice Cube like cereal
Now how many times do I have to say it
Cause if I have to go get a gun
You girls will learn I don't burn
You think I'm a sucka, but I ain't the one
Outro:
[But you said you love me!]
I don't see no rings on this finger
[Why you doin me like this? I love you!]
Yeah you love my money, I got what I wanted -- beat it
n.w.a. - niggaz 4 life
Why do I call myself a nigger, you ask me?
Well it's because motherfuckers want to blast me
And run me outa my neighborhood
They label me as a dope dealer
Yo! And say that I'm no good
But I can't find jobs so niggers wouldn't have to go out
Gave up some dope on the corner so they could show out
When the cops came, they gave a fake name
Because the life in the streets is just a head game
So therefore, to make more
A fifteen year old black kid will go and rob a liquor store
And get shot in the process
He ate up a nine bullet and now he's put to rest
Why do I call myself a nigger, you ask me?
I guess it's the way shit has to be
Back when I was young gettin a job was murder
Fuck flippin burgers
'Cause a deserve a nine-to-five I can be proud of
That I can speak loud of
And to help a nigger get out of.
Yo! The concrete playground
But most motherfuckers only want you to stay down
But I'm a smart motherfucker you see
One of the best producers in the rap music industry
Gettin paid like a mother fucker
A young brother who don't give a fuck about another
Why do I call myself a nigger, you ask me?
Because police always wanna harass me
Every time that I'm rollin
They swear up and down that the car was stolen
Make me get faced down in the street
They throw the shit out my car on the concrete
In front of a residence
A million white motherfuckers on my back like I shot the President
Why do I call myself a nigger, you ask me?
Because my mouth is so mother fuckin nasty
Bitch this, bitch that
Nigger this, nigger that
In the mean while my pockets are gettin fat
Gettin paid to say this shit here
Makin more in a week than a doctor makes in a year
So, why not call myself a nigger?
It's better than pulling the trigger and goin up the river
And don't I get called a nigger anyway?
Booked as a motherfucker and locked away
So... so, cut out all that bull shit
Yo! I guess I'll be a nigga for life
{ Niggers, crack-heads, thieves.
If there's a hell below, we're all gonna go. }
Nigger. Nigger. Nigger
Nigger. Nigger
Nigger, please
I'm treated like a fuckin disease.
You say: why can I call myself a nigger so quick?
Cause I can reach in my draws and pull out a bigger dick
Yo! niggers say nigger we cool
But, cracker say nigger not to fuck up
But I got to be a fast nigger
Not to be the last nigger
Or I have to beat your ass, nigger
In the city you see action first
Then hear about it later
In a verse I curse
Because I [?] with this to keep my shit straight bumpin'
Murder created by the streets of Compton
I get it from the underground poet
I live it, I see it, and I write it
Because I know it
And if you think I'm fucking your wife
Your mother fuckin' right
Yo! Because I'm a nigger for Life
Nigger, this
Nigger, that
The actual fact is that I'm black
And bound to attract
The attention of another
I mean the other
But I'm a mother fucker that'll have them running for cover
You see, I don't give a fuck about nothing
Except getting paid, getting bitches, and [?] with stitches
Which is all needed to read it and find a rhyme
And then it's time to say
The nigger's here to stay
But what about the fake niggers, the house niggers
To get paid quick they gotta suck a fat dick
But Nwa is outta your mother fuckin' range
We ain't gonna change a mother fuckin' thing
I call myself a nigger 'cause my skin won't whiten
I call myself a nigger 'cause the shit that I'm writing
Hypes me, hypes other mother fuckers around me
And that's the reason why they want to surround me
And ask me: why do I call myself a nigger-o
Ain't none of their fuckin' business 'cause I'll let the trigger go
So get out of my presence, and get out of my sight
'Cause Mc Ren is a nigger for Life
You're a nigger 'til you die
If you're a poor nigger, then you're a poor nigger
If you're a rich nigger, you're a rich nigger
But you never stop being a nigger
And if you get to be educated, you's an education nigger
It's plain to see, you can't change me
'Cause I'm a be a nigger for Life
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