N.W.A. Album

Woke up quick at about noon
Just thought that I had to be in compton soon
I gotta get drunk before the day begin
Before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends
About to go and damn near went blind
Young niggaz at the pad throwin' up gang signs
Ran in the house and grabbed my clip
With the mac-10 on the side of my hip
Bailed outside and pointed my weapon
Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin'
Jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride
I got front 'n back, and side to side
Then I let the alpine play
Bumpin' new shit by nwa
It was gangsta gangsta at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin' like this :

Cruisin' down the street in my '4
Jockin' the bitches, slappin' the ho's
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckle-heads out there cold shootin' some hoops
A car pulls up, who can it be?
A fresh el camino rollin' kilo g
He rolls down his window and he started to say
It's all about makin' that gta

Cuz the boyz in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit'
Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't said shit...

Dolla b'z in the place to give me the pace
He said my man jb is on freebase
The boy jb was a friend of mine
'till I caught him in my car tryin' to steal a alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly mothafucka pull out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gage
One sucker dead, l.a. times front page

Cuz the boyz in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit'
Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't said shit...

Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I went to a spot where my homeboys chill
The fellows out there - makin' that dollar
I pulled up in my '4 impala
They greet me with a 40 and I start drinkin'
And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin'
Love to get my girl, to rock that body
Before I left I hit the bacardi
Went to her house to get her out of the pad
Dumb ho said something that made me mad
She said somethin' that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave
She started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the ho'
Her father jumped out and he started to shout
So I threw a right-cross and knocked his old ass out

Cuz the boyz in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit'
Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't said shit...

I'm rollin' hard now I'm under control
Then wrapped the '4 'round the telephone poll
I looked at my car and I said oh brother
I throw it in the gutter and go buy another
Walkin' home and I see the g ride
Now kat is drivin' kilo on the side
As they busted a u they got pulled over
An undercover cop in a dark green nova
Kat got beat for resistin' arrest
He socked the pig in his head for rippin' his guess
Now g is caught for doin' the crime
For the fence on the boy, he'll do some time

Cuz the boyz in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit'
Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't said shit ...

I went to get the mouth but there was no bail
The fellows start to riot in the county jail
Two days later in municipal court
Kilo g on trial cold cut a fart
Disruption of a court, said the judge
On a six years sentence my man didn't budge
Bailiff came over to turn him in
Kilo g looked up and gave a grin
He yelled out fire!, then came suzi

The bitch came in with a sub-machine uzi
Police shot the bitch but didn't hurt her
Both up state for attempted murder

Cuz the boyz in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit'
Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't said shit ...

I don't drink brass monkey, like to be funky
Nickname eazy-e your 8 ball junkie
Bass drum kicking, to show my shit
Rap a hole in my dick, boy, I don't quit
Crowd rocking motherfucker from around the way
I got a six shooter yo I'm mean and brave
Rolling through the hood to find the boys
Kick dust and cuss crank up some noise
Police on my drawers, I have to pause
40 ounce in my lap and it's freezing my balls
Hook a right turn and let the boys go past
And I say to myself, they can kiss my ass
Hip to get drunk got the 8 in my lips
Put in the old tape marvin gaye's greatest hits
Turn the shit up had the bass cold whomping
Cruising through the east side south of compton
See a big ass and I say word
I took a look at the face, and the bitch was to the curb
Hoes on my tip for the title I'm holding
Eazy-e's fucked up and got the 8 ball rolling

Riding on slauson down towards crenshaw
Turned down the sound to ditch the law
Stopped at a light and had a fit
Cause a mexican almost wrecked my shit
Flipped his ass off put it to the floor
Bottle was empty so I went to the store
Nigga on tip cause I was drunk
See a sissy ass punk had to go in my trunk
Reached inside cause it's like that
Came back out with a silver gat
Fired at the punk and it was all because
I had to show the nigger what time it was
Pulled out the jammy and like a mirage
A sissy like that got out of dodge
Sucka on me cause the title I'm holding
Eazy-e's fucked up and got the 8 ball rolling

Olde english 800 cause that's my brand
Take it in a bottle, 40, quart, or can
Drink it like a madman yes I do
Fuck the police and a 502
Stepped in the park I was drunk as hell
Three bitches already said, eric your breath smells!
40 ounce in hand that's what I got
Yo man you see eazy hurlin' in the parking lot?
Stepped on your foot cold dissed your hoe
Asked her to dance and she said, hell no!
Called her a bitch cause that's the rule
Boyz n tha hood trying to keep me cool
Tell my homeboy you wanna kick my butt
I walked in your face and we get on up
I start dodging the dogs and watch you fall
Just dumb full of cumn got knocked out cold
Make you look sick you snotty nosed prick!
Now your fly bitches all over his dick!
Punk got dropped cause the title I'm holding
Eazy-e's fucked up and got the 8 ball rolling

Pass the brew mother fucker while I tear shit up
And you all listen up close to roll call
Eazy-e's in the place I got money and juice
Rendezvous with me and we make the deuce
Dre makes the beats so goddamn funky
Do the olde 8 fuck the brass monkey
Ice cube writes the rhymes, that I say
Hail to the niggas from cia
Crazy d is down and in effect
We make hard core jams so fuck respect
Make a toast all you punks to the title I'm holding
Eazy-e's fucked up and got the 8 ball rolling

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(Winos never get afraid of nothin but runnin outta wine)

Oww, DRINK IT UP BABY! (drink it up baby)
GULP IT ON DOWN! (gulp it on down)
COME ON, SUCK IT UP BABY! (suck it up baby)
SIP IT AND PASS IT AROUND! (pass it around)
NOW I CAN START WITH CROWN ROYAL! (with Crown Royal)
AND THEN I DRINK MAD DOG! (drink Mad Dog)
IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT I'M DRINKIN! (doesn't matter)
AS LONG AS IT'S ALCOHOL! (alcohol)
NOW SOME OF YOU DRINK GIN! (you drink gin)
AND SOME DRINK OLD CROW! (drink Old Crow)
NOW WHEN THE BOTTLE GETS EMPTY! (bottle gets empty)
I'M GOIN' TO THE LIQUOR STOOORE! (liquor store)
DRINK IT UP BABY! (drink it up baby)
GULP IT ON DOWN! (gulp it on down)
NOW SUCK IT UP BABY! (suck it up baby)
SIP IT AND PASS IT AROUND! (pass it around)

(various screaming and yelling)

DRINK IT UP BABY! (drink it up baby)
TILL YOU FALL OUT! (till you fall out)
COME ON, BUST SOME WINE BABY! (bust some wine)
LET ME POUR IT IN YOUR MOUTH! (in your mouth)
NOW ALL YOU KOOL-AID DRINKERS! (Kool-Aid drinkers)
WHO DON'T LIKE TO GET DRUUUUNK! (like to get drunk)
NEXT TIME I COME TO YOUR PARTY (come to your party)
I'M GONNA SPIKE YOUR PUUUNCH! (spike yo punch)
I ALWAYS GET PULLED OVER (get pulled over)
AND HAVE TO WALK A STRAIGHT LINE (a straight line)
I ALWAYS GET THE TICKETS! (get the tickets)
BUT THE WINE STAYS MINE! (wine stays mine)
DRINK IT UP BABY! (drink it up baby)
GULP IT ON DOWN! (gulp it on down)
COME ON, COME ON, SUCK IT UP BABY! (suck it up baby)
SIP IT AND PASS IT AROUND! (pass it around)
NOW THE BOYS IN THE HOOD! (boys in the hood)
SOMETIMES GET HIGH! (sometimes get high)
BUT I JUST DRINK 8-BALLLLLLS! (just drink 8-ball)
BECAUSE IT'S CHEAPER TO BUY! (cheaper to buy)
SO IT'S TIME TO GO HOME! (time to go home)
BEFORE THE POLICE COME! (the police come)
CAUSE IF I GO TO JAIL, Y'ALL! (go to jail)
I CAN'T DRINK NO MORE RUM! (drink no more rum)
DRINK IT UP BABY! (drink it up baby)
GULP IT ON DOWN! (gulp it on down)
COME ON, COME ON, SUCK IT UP BABY! (suck it up baby)
SIP IT AND PASS IT AROUND! (pass it around)

awwwwww.....
awwwwww.....
Awwwwww.....
Awwwwww.....

Wait a minute man, winos can't sing! Yall, oughta cut that out!
Since we're talkin bout drinkin, here's a suggestion
People listen up, here's a question
Do you drink Crown Roooo-yal!
(YEAH!)
What about Maaad Doooogg!
(NOOOOOOW)
What about Jack Daaaniels!
(YEAH!)
Gin and (Sooockllllle?)
(YEAH!)
What about some Night Train?
(YEAH!)
Compton's fiiiinest!
(REEEEEUHHH!)
But if you're not a hard drinker.....(you must be a ruler)
I wanna hear you scream (all the folks who drink coolers)

[various screaming and acting a fool]
(Ayiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyiyi!)
(WATAPATATA-WABAAAAHHH!)
(Arrrrrrrribaaaaaa!)
(A cheese dog! I did it in about 87 seconds!)
(I ate your mama's burrito, man!)

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[Ice Cube]
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please can I have another hit
The dope man said cluck I don't give a shit
If your girl kneels down and sucks my dick
It all happened and the guy tried to choke her
Nigga livin in cash selling to smokers
That's the way goes that's the name of the game
Young brotha gettin over by slangin cane
Gold around his neck 14 k he has it
Bitches on his dick 24-7 plus he's makin
Money keepin tha base heads waiting
Rollin 6.4. wit tha fresh ass daytons
Livin in compton, cailfona ca
His uzi up yo ass if he don't get paid
Nigga begging for credit he's knockin out teeth
Clockin much dollars on tha 1st and 15th
Big wad of money nuttin less than a twenty
Yo you want a five-oh the dope man gots plenty
To be a dope man boy you must qualify
Don't get high off your own supply
From a kid to a g it's all about money
10 peace base pipe comes free
If people out there are not hip 2 tha fact
If you see some one gettin money 4 crack he's
Tha.......

[Chorus:]
Dope man dope man
Hey man give me a hit
Dope man dope man
Hey yo fuck that shit
Dope man dope man
We just can't quit
Dope man dope man
Well suck this bitch

[Dr. Dre]
Wait a minute who tha fuck are you talkin 2 do u know who I am
I can't believe this this bitch iz tryin 2 gank me
I'll slap you up side yo head wit 9 inches of limp dick

[Ice Cube]
You need a nigga wit money so u get a dope man
Juice that fool 4 has much as u can
She likes his car and he gets wit her
Got a black eye cuz tha dope man hit her
Let that slide and u pay it no mind
Find he's slapping u all tha time
That's ok cuz he'z rich and u ain't
Nuttin but tha dope man'z bitch do what he say and
U keep yo mouth shut popin that trash
Might get you fucked up you'll sit and cry
If tha dope man strikes you he don't give a fuck
He gots 2 just like you
There's a another girl in tha dopeman's life
Not quite a bitch but far from a wife
Shes called strawberry and everybody know
Strawberry strawberry iz tha neighborhood hoe
Do any thing for a hit are 2 give tha bitch a rock
And she will fuck your hole damn crew
It might be yo wife and it might make u sick
Come home and see her mouth on tha dopeman's dick
Strawberry just look around you'll see her
But don't fuck around she'll give you gonnorhea
If people out there ain't hip to the fact
Strawberry iz a girl selling pussy 4 crack

[Chorus]

Dope man dope man
Hey man give me a hit
Dope man dope man
Hey yo man fuck that shit
Dope man dope man
In yo face
Hey yo dre bring in tha bass

[Eazy E (as mexican guy):]
Hey mr. dope man you think
Your slick you sold crack 2 my sister and now she's sick but if she
Happens 2 die becuzz
Of yo drug I'm puttin in yo quto a 38 slug

[The D.O.C.]
This ain't no basic hip-hip you make in a bin in your garage
I'm down for showing all you hoes who the hell's in charge
A cold lethal rap warrior, I'm on the attack
Cutting ducks no slack so keep your bitch ass back
Deadly, yeah kicking it, the solo style
On top of the pile, the reigning chump worthwile
Hanging tough I'm the leader, ain't no need to pretend
Like an elevator up, I mean I'm on the ascend
I ain't no east coast rapper, this is a southerner's song
Be warned, it's hard to try and hold a project born
Saying shit that you like, never wearing no Nike
fucking it up and all I need is my goddamn mic
And a micstand, I don't need no band to play
With a DJ like Rock and a partner like K in effect y'all
fucking suckers up like five
It's Fila Fresh and I'm the toughest man alive!

[DJ Rock]
Na-na-na-na-na-naaaaa-nah
[Fresh K]
Yo, yo nigga you know you can't even fuck with this
Do it, do it
[DJ Rock]
Na-na-na-na-na-naaaaa-nah
[Fresh K]
Yo, fool, you know you need to jet the fuck off
Get the fuck out my face

[The D.O.C.]
Down from the beginning, hitting hard I'll admit
They keep offering me money and I keep taking the shit
And coolin' cool at the crib cause being cool's how I live
But bucking up will get you rocked if you're a bullshit kid
I like it stylistic, c'mon let's get with it
Coming up with fresh new rhymes like I'm a mystic
You see the D.O.C. and all the Fila I be splurging
Yeah, I know it, you think that I'm encouraging
You to steer wrong boy, so I can go off
A quick run and when I'm done you bet not cough
I'm an annihilator, standing a full 6'3"
And I reall don't think you wanna fuck with me
But then there's always those, clocking all your shows
Getting all out of line trying to impress they hoes
I know some niggas like that round the way who won't quit
"It's the old top" Man shoot that muthafucking shit
I'm physically tough, physically able I qualify
Don't try that gangster bullshit here, this an't no I Spy
You better chill out, that's if you wanna survive
It's Fila Fresh and we're the toughest men alive

[Fresh K]
Yeah, for all you suckers who thought t'all was down, that's
right, kicking that bullshit, yeah we in effect, that's right
holmes, we in effect so get your bitch ass back before you
be floating up a creek, know what I'm sayin?

[DJ Rock]
Float, float on...

[Fresh K]
Yeah, and if you want your beast to be deaf, call Dre before Monday

Fat girl!
You're a fat girl
Fat...fat...fat fat fat fat girl [2x]

(It's funky fresh Eazy E) new kid on tha block
And already got a fat girl on my jock
Now my story's kinda simple, so please take it simple
As I tell you a tale bout this big fat pimple
I was chillin on the ave, drinkin some booze
Saw a fatty comin my way, so what was I to do?
I busted a U, went tha other way again
but forgot that tha Avenue was a dead end
I turned around, here she came, stride for stride
funky fat like that, bout two thirty-five
Stampede was rushin, I double looked
and she had more chins than a chinese phonebook
Five four three ugly as can be, she said

[Ron-de-vu]
Hello Eazy E. Do you remember me? (I said no)
Huhu yes you do suga
My name is Bertha but you can call me booga
Remember the time when you were drunk at a party
We was slow dancin, give ya all this body

[Eazy-E]
When she said that she loved me, I was in shock
Oh my God got a fat girl on my jock

[Chorus:]
I got a fat girl on my jock
Fat girl
Got a fat girl on my jock

She gave me tha grin, I showed tha frown
and with a bare hug picked me off tha ground
Squeezion me tight, atttempted to bug me
Grabbed me by tha rear, said [Love me, hug me!]
I was hell, victim of a scandal
coz this girl's too much for E to handle
Broke tha bee's grip, started to run
Back to tha crib, grabbed tha elephant gun
She's grubbin, thighs rubbin in a hot pursuit
I loaded up tha gun bout ready to shoot
She kept on comin because of addiction
Legs on fire because of friction
My gun broke, now I was doomed
Dropped tha double barrel, grabbed tha harpoon
As I swung, tha fat girl fell
Lyin on tha ave just like a beach whale
That's tha story, it's quite ill
and all fat girls y'all besta chill
All overweight freaks stay off my block
Cause it's eerie to have a fat girl on your jock

[Chorus]

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