Str8 Off Tha Streetz Of Muthaphukkin Compton

[m.c. ren]
Well it be the real niggaz back
With that hard street shit
Bitch niggaz be pissin a fit
But i say fuck 'em, when i buck 'em
Its that nigga with the cool and mellow shit
For your ass takin' niggaz back through the past
All up on my nutz shit be swingin' like a fist
Can't even take a piss
If i did niggaz would cut they wrist
In a muthaphukkin candy 4
Beat that ass with the switch
Then blast on the bitch
Who was all in my shit
Its that nigga ren back for the 9-5
They say real niggaz was dead
But this nigga be alive
So i'm puttin' it down wit that nigga e uh-huh
For all of my niggaz in the c-p-t
So here we go again with part 3 of the script
Makin bitch made niggaz bite they lip, when we dip
So tell me how the phuck do it feel
Tah get hit wit tha muthaphukkin real

[chorus]
Tha muthaphukkin real
Shouts going out to the hardcore hip-hop
Tha muthaphukkin real
Buckin' these niggaz till they drop

[eazy-e]
Now everythings good in my hood
And its on and pop and eazy-muthaphukkin-e
From east side south compton
Str8 givin' up the real
On how a nigga feel talk that shit
Muthaphukkaz caps get peeled
Layin' low in the cut
Gettin how than a muthaphuka niggaz knows whats up
I'm that gangsta, gangsta is that what there still yellin'
Nigga g to a t saggin' and bailin'
Live by the gun you know what i'm sayin' ren
"yea"
So i guess i'll die by that muthaphukka then
So when i die niggaz bury me
Make sure my shit reads eazy-muthaphukkin-e
And it's a fact to be exact my tombstone should read:
He put compton on that map
And thats how a nigga feel
When i'm givin' up tha muthaphukkin real

[chorus]
Tha muthaphukkin real
Shouts going out to the hardcore hip-hop
Tha muthaphukkin real
Buckin' these niggaz till they drop
Tha muthaphukkin real

[m.c. ren]
Niggaz be pissin' on they self
When the real niggaz drop
While they rollin' in they shit
Hittin' corners on the block
Niggaz fresh out the pen with 2 strikes
Be bumpin' this real shit every phukkin night
It's alright niggaz
It's 2 hard muthphukkaz on tha streetz
It's the nigga m.c. ren and the nigga eazy

[eazy-e]
Does it ya wish the fuck that you could do it
Got a nine millameter don't make me have to shoot it
Who gives a fuck about the police
Cause i'm the main muthphukka that break the peace
Now let me know how the phuck do you feel
Gettin' hit wit tha muthaphukkin real

[chorus]
Tha muthaphukkin real
Shouts going out to the hardcore hip-hop
Tha muthaphukkin real
Buckin' these niggaz till they drop (x2)

[eazy-e]
Yeah keepin' it real for the 9-5
For all you niggaz out there
Thats true to the muthaphukkin game
N.w.a.'s back in this bitch
And busta ass niggaz don't even understand it
Yo yella kick that shit

[ intro ]
Straight off tha streets of muthafuckin compton
It`s the downest nigga i know
Eazy muthafuckin me
Bout to kick your ass in ninety-three

[ chorus ]
I creep and i crawl and i creep and i crawl
And i creep and i crawl creep creep
I said i creep and i crawl and i creep and i crawl
And i creep and i crawl creep creep

[ verse 1 ]
I got my niggas from gravestreet watts
I got my niggas from the cpt
I got my niggas all across the motherfuckin land
Thats down with the e-a-z-y e
Now , early in the mornin i awake
Thinkin about these dead fool`s life that i had to take
Frontin on a true name i peep game at point blank range
Fuck `em
( muthafuckin right ya`ll )
Back to the set as i jet
Not givin a fuck about the nigga that i went
Thats what he gotta shout for actin like a trick
Now he`s 6 feet and i`m deep in his bitch
Creepin creepin creepin on the marks that be sleepin
Catch you slippin slap the clip in buck `em every weekend
A scandalous lil` nigga with the heart to feel remorse
Dig the niggas corpse leave it on his momma`s porch
Don`t give a fuck about shit that`s why i mellow
Or maybe it`s the fact that i`m kin to the devil
A psychopathic nigga thats always quick to fill a
Nigga for a ?? cause i`m a muthafuckin killer
Thriller from manilla though i`m shorter than the average
Try to test your luck and get bucked by a muthafuckin savage

[ chorus ]

[ verse 2 ]
I got my niggas from gravestreet watts
I got my niggas from the cpt
I got my niggas all across the muthafuckin land
Thats down with the e-a-z-y e
Now , later on that night as i`m rollin
Lookin for a nigga i can gat and pack a hole in
Stoppin at a light on the latenight
Fire up a philly blunt to get my head right
See some niggas slippin at a burger stand
And in my mind all i`m thinkin is a murder plan
Creepin through the drive through kinda slow
I got my high beams on the back of the '4
Yo , smokin on chronic with the rag down
Not knowin i`m about to lay their ass down
Reach for them fools make my move
Leaned out my jeep and i creep kinda smooth
With the gat to the nigga`s dome now he`s sleeps
One shot to the top body flopped on the seat
Peep , i dumped on the lil` skinny passenger
A bitch is screamin in a rage so i blasted her
Smashed and i got about 5 blocks
Before i got stopped by punk ass cops
( shit , fuck `em )
Fuck you
* shots rang out *
Muthafucka
Hahaha

[yella]
Yo this is yella
As we wine down to the final song
I wanted to make this one to remember my lil nigga e
I know he wanted this track on his record
Though he was takin' from us to god damn soon
So i finished for him peace nigga...

[eazy-e]
We did a song fuck da police you know
And everybody been hearing fuck sayin'
Fuck da police for years and years and years
And finally it took a muthaphukka to video tape
A nigga gettin' the shit beat out of him
For everybody else to say fuck da police
And we did fuck da police people put us down
And sayed we were ahead of our time you know it
Took the video you know ya shot by accident
To tell the truth and open the worlds eyes
Yes we do have a serious problem in l.a.
And other citys true retaliate happens all the time
People tryin' to change things for years but i don't
Think anything is gonna help the problem is to deep
N.w.a. is just being brutally honest.

City of compton (x2)
City of,city of compton baby baby

[eazy-e]
They swearin' on cable t.v. it ain't teachin'
Nobody nothin' new cause little kids grow up
You know one, two years old hearin' there mother
Sayin' fuck this, you little son of bitch i beat
The shit out of you and all this shit and you know
They pick up from all the shit and you know so they
Learn shit you know it's not gonna be teachin'
Muthaphukkaz nothin' new cause i got some new words
For your ass.

[eazy-e]
We don't tell you to go out and gang bang
We tell you ya know and our songs is as you
Know if you could go out stealin' and killin'
And beatin' up people all day but that person
Ends up dead or in jail sometimes he gets away
You know and we don't have no rags no red no blue
Rags and tellin' we gonna go out and creep or go
Out and do that other thing or whateva it is
You know we aint tell you to be joinin' no gang
Or whateva else.

Rollin down (x3)

[yella]
Eazy-muthaphukkin-e
The hip-hop thugsta
From the c-p-t
Compton style
Real niggaz
Nigga for life
We don't die..(x3)
I'd like to send all my love out to his kids
And my god son derik, little d
To all his family
To his wife and everybody who loved him
And the people that didn't love 'em
Yo e tell these niggaz whats up
"i say fuck 'em"
Hehehehaha
I tried thats right fuck these muthaphukkaz
To all the real niggaz out there
We still in this muthaphukka
Beware...96 style....96 style
Yeah big man we out.

[eazy-e]
As i was sayin' before
See you around buddy boy
I'm feelin' to fuck all
Goodbye
Hahahahahaahahahmmmmhehehemhmhhmhheeheheheheeh
Oooooooooooooh shit!

[girl]
Let me hear it

[eazy-e]
You want this baby
I want it hot and juicy
And thats the way i like it
You know thats right
You know how to kick it
I mean can i stick it
So you want me to slap it
Flip and rub it down
Alright i want you to turn
Round so i can hit it from the back ok
You like it like that baby
Who's is it, is it mine baby
Can i eat it, i mean can i lick it
Can i stick my tongue all in it
[*e and the girl going at it*]

[girl]
Right there uuh

[*moaning*]

[girl]
Oh eric

[-*cut off*-]

[eazy-e speaks]
As i was sayin' before about this other bitch
Thats fuckin' wit this uh uncle tom bitch just
Sayin' that he sexual harassed her so what if the
Muthafucka sexually harassed her give a nigga some pussy
Know what i'm sayin' you know ain't nuttin' wrong wit it
You know we did broke him off a little somethin' you know
But bitch probably lyin' you know what i mean

[chorus]
Sippin on a 40
Sippin on a 40

[gangsta dresta]
Aye yo lets roll to the store
Eazy-e so we can buy us some o.e.
40 oz. gettin' a buzz with the thuggz
In the neighborhoods black
But buy you a couple of extra one's for the neighborhood

[eazy-e]
Nigga you be drinkin' out my bottle
Bitch thats bullshit still got semen on ya lips
From the homies dick
Trick yo the home girl
But sit you like a loose goose
So gimmie a couple of dollars
So i can bring you back a duece duece

[b.g. knocc out]
Well bring b.g. knocc out back a muthaphukkin 40 o.
So me and my nigga big boy can go and cop some indo
And well be right back at you niggaz with a quick fast
Dresta don't forget to buy ya couple of packs of zig-zags

[chorus]
Sippin on a 40
(8-ball rollin')
(nick name eazy-e)
Sippin on a 40
(8-ball rollin')
(drinkin' like a mad man yes i do)

[eazy-e]
Back to the store all the 40 o's were kinda hot

[gangsta dresta]
Get the shit or not

[eazy-e]
Naw lets roll to another spot
Back in the four to another store

[gangsta dresta]
I told you the store on 124th keep the cold brew
{*speakin' spanish*}
Make a right

[eazy-e]
The store ain't in sight

[gangsta dresta]
Nigga it's right pass the next light
Pass across the light
Now heres what you gotta do
Get in ya left lane and make a muthaphukkin u

[eazy-e]
Lets get at least 10 40's and at least 10 22's
That should be enough for the whole muthaphukkin crew
Plus they got indo a niggas gonna be double blitz

[gangsta dresta]
Oh give me some zig-zags and 2 packs of double mint

[chorus]
Sippin on a 40
(8-ball rollin')
(nick name eazy-e)
Sippin on a 40
(got the 8-ball rollin')

[b.g. knocc out]
Yo dresta

[gangsta dresta]
Whats up

[b.g. knocc out]
Did you bring back some gum?

[gangsta dresta]
Hell yeah

[b.g. knocc out]
Good now a nigga breath won't be yo hum
Now pass me a stick
So i can spit game at this trick
Cause beer breath and tricks don't mix

[eazy-e]
Y'all don't give a fuck what a punk bitch stank
Cause my breath always stank every time i take a drank
40's i be downin' i'm drownin' my self
Let me hit the joint and i'll be clowin' everybody else

[gangsta dresta]
You wont be clowin' me
Cause i got dose for your trick ass
Oh bitch you tryin' tah bag
I got dose for your bitch ass
Well let me hit the joint
Once again and we can go g but
Oh let me take a sip off the o.e.

[chorus]
Sippin on a 40
(8-ball rollin')
(nick name eazy-e)(x4)

[eazy-e]
Hey yella
Kick that shit
199-muthaphukkin-e
The muthaphukkin year
Of the real muthphukkin' g's
And we gonna do this shit like this...

[gangsta dresta]
Nigga eva deadly
Ya just don't know who ya fuckin' wit
So i suggest get in ya shit and keep truckin' bitch
Before i get my gat ya pressure case
Blast, blast i leave my gang bang layin' on ya face
I tattoe dre name on my chest
Cross it out just another nigga that i x-ed huh
And you won't see r.i.p.
You'll see p.n.d.
A punk nigga deceased yeah
And the bitch that was yours will be mine buddy
All because ya woofed on a nigga that was nutty
And i had to make an example
Nigga thinks i'm crazy now but that was just a sample
Of a nigga with street wise reality
That don't give a fuck type compton mentality
I stare back death right in the face
Contemplate my last day on and everyday base
Cause a nigga neva know when he go
I hope it only takes one shot
Cause i don't wanna die slow
My funeral will be full of my peers
People that neva gave a fuck about me droppin'
Threw me tears
I hope i'm in the casket face down
So all you muthaphukkaz can kiss my black ass now
And fuck all that cryin' all night
Just be happy that i'm rid of this fucked up life
Yeah, and now you see you can't handle me
I give a shout to tonel and the ruthless phuckin family.

[eazy-e]
Out wit the old in with the muthaphukkin new
But check dis shit out i got somebody for ya bitch....
Muthaphukka

[sylk]
Now it's about time for the sylk to speak
Check dat ass last weak
You off the chronic and you tweak
Speak when i feel
Cause i'm as real as they come
I'm a bitch with a gun
Neva run ain't for none
So step, step up
If ya wanna test ya luck trick
Sister like sylk
Don't really giva a fuck bitch
Punk bitches wanna step phony speak howdy doody
I make ya self break ya self bitch you neva new me
Yours truly no longer layin' in the cut
Steady phuckin' shit up
Neva see me shakin' my butt i strut
Like a gangsta bitch no not a pranksta bitch
I'm quick to gank a bitch trick
Peep game at this bitch as i shoot this
Gangsta bitch steppin' rollin' wit da ruthless.

[b.g. knocc out]
The r-u-t-h-l-e double s
Yo it's the nigga knocc out
Claim the block so nigga whats next
Try to step and flex and get wrecked like a mac truck
I'm kickin', tah spittin' this funky shit to make a quick phat buck
I'm doggin' a dog you suckaz can't talk bout tip flip i rip shit
I'm stressin' "damn cuz", "pick it back up"
Chillin up in the studio
With the ruthless family
Fuck the death row posse
Yo them fools cannot handle me
Snoop and andre ya come and try to fade the
Loc'ed out, compton, original baby gangsta
1-8-7's how we do it on the west
Ya say ya shit is chronic but to me it's more like stress
Or should i say make my shit the stronic
Tha dogg pound don't wanna step to the atomic dog
D-o-t-k-n-o-double-c-o-u-t so muthaphukka come and phuck wit me.

"come on", "come on"
"this is just a little something to keep ya ass in check
Ruthless muthaphukkin' family ya still in effect"(x3)
"this is just a little something to keep ya ass in check
Ruthless muthaphukkin' family" "kick that shit"

[eazy-e]
Jealousy is a muthaphukka when your the man
With the other hand i don't give a shit
Clock a grip like no other can
Wanna be like me be a g like me
But i'm the nigga that made a g
Outta the bitch d-r eazy
I was the captain
Dre was my sidekick
Everything was cool
Till he wanted to get what i get
Any other real g eazy-muthaphukkin-e
Now claimin' you a g
How does it feel to be me

Verse 1: [gangsta dresta]

I got beat for the street
Ta pump in ya jeep
Or in ya caravan wid da homies kinda deep
Somking on a thai stick feeling kinda hight wit
Ya passenger seat occupied by a fly bitch
Rolling in ya lo-lo
Cut list all ya mcs
Slap in the hip-hop
Ta hell wit the ?tempres?
Modern day gangsta from the underground
Yay, niggas roll around wid tha boomin' ass sound
Got the 6-4 kinda low as we bouncing
On the grapevine rolling deep to magic mountain
Hoes on ya jock everytime ya hit a corner
Because ya rolling twisted on the gold daytonas
Frontin' on the regular, talking on ya cellular
Acting like ya don't hear the little bitches
Yelling ya name at the bus stop ya don't stop
Ya mash on the gas roll right by they ass
Slap dresta in the dash yeah,

Hook:

Guranteed to hear something sweet uh,
Gangsta beat 4 tha street
Guranteed to hear something sweet yeah,
Gangsta beat 4 tha streetz

Verse 2: [sylk]

I got beat for the street
Drop a rag top four
Got my strap under the seat just in case
I have ta check a hoe
?menage a trois? on the scene
Rolling through the c-p-t
Turn up the hump soundz
We grooving to the mellow beat
Mad dogging like bitches
Hitting me up like i'ma banger
Cause niggas can't stand ta see us
Sitting on some danas
When we came up all of tha fools
Running drag thinking ya gone 'n
Put tha twist i ain't tweaking
Drop ya putting the lock on it yeah!

Hook

Verse 3: [b.g. knoccout]

Beat for tha street
I love ta hear it pumpin in my lo-lo
Hitting my switches and running tha bitches
And now i'm bustin' mo hoes
Roll up to tha spot
Me hop out and hit tha chirp-chirp
Bail in put on some proper shorts and a proper shirt
Just clowning cause hoes are in the house
Riding my dick because i got fame,
And my name is b.g. knoccout
Asking ta be in my next vide-o
Get tha 7 digits slap that ass
And step to ya hoe
Now i'm off like a g flee to the c-p-t
See my niggas on the block getting tipsy
I pulled up and start tearing up the street
And guess what's in my muthaphukkin' deck,
Gangsta beat 4 tha street

Hook

Verse 4: [eazy-e]

I got beat for the street
To tha beach i'll be rolling
Neva see me strolling
40s i'll be holding
Girls in the daisies
Drive eazy crazy
Rolled up my windows
As i turned on my a-c
Rolling down crenshaw see tha hoes jocking
Sunday nights popping
See tha foes hopping
My stereo's bump
And that a-t-l funk
You can call it what ya want
Either way the shit bumps
(damn right!)

Being a gangsta is so neat yeah,
Gangsta beat 4 tha street
Being a gangsta is so neat yeah,
Gangsta beat 4 tha street
Being a gangsta is so neat yeah,
Gangsta beat 4 tha street
Being a gangsta is so neat yeah,
Gangsta beat 4 tha street