Tha Streetz Iz A Mutha

[kurupt]
Make the temperature rise, the temperature rise
We cap to ride, cap to homicide
It's instrumental, heat is in the dead of the winter
In the heart of the cold we re-structure your soul
It's dat nigga daz (kurupt we don't give a fuck
Like nigga whattup?) dat nigga daz and kurupt
It's fatal fire blaze, sherm with a perm
Super superb, wiggle like a worm let it burn
I pull up, on the corner store, what a sunny day
Sunny cali-for-ni-a, the g way display
How to scrape the flo' proper-like, hit the cylinders
And scrape the flo' proper-like, stop at the light
Pull up then drive to the right
It's so good to be back home homey where the feeling is right

Chorus: latoya

Welcome home... into l.a.
Where the tippy roll around... and the gangsters play
It's been too long... just to seen you come around
Now we can have a good time...
Just watch your back, when you're comin through this town

(l.a., l.a., l-l-l.a., l.a.)

[kurupt]
Zone on roam and romeo's rome
Nigga home sweet home, chromes, battlezones
World wars -- boys and girls, girls and whores
Eighty-seven chevy with switches galore
Impala bounce, at the ice cream parlor blaze an ounce
To ounce, dice game break and it counts
Kick in nigga before we gotta kick in nigga shoot
And whip out the shank and start stickin niggaz
Get jacked for prior burnings, we jack for higher learning
No concerning, is life worth living or learning
We jack for other turnings, we keep the burners burning
Witn no concerning, is life worth living or earning
First i park nigga, then spark nigga
Go from martin luther king to leimert park nigga
We g nigga, we don't give a fuck, daz and kurupt
Here, tell your kids - kids, grow the fuck up

Chorus

[kurupt]
Dippin and hittin switches i'ma hop, don't do shit but hop
Pan-cake, let the fo' drop, nigga hop
Stop, pull out your pistol then pop
Hit em two times til he drop when i hop
Up and down the street bounce rock
Ragtop is history in california, the bounce rock hop
Roller skate nigga watch a gangster take niggaz
Take off, break niggaz down, break niggaz trample and shake niggaz
Over turf, earthquake niggaz
Move to the side, we ride, you ever see a g glide
Slide, motivate the crowd, a thirty-eight macleod
Forever boom sound with one single round

Chorus 2x

[latoya] welcome home (l.a., l.a., l-l-l.a., l.a.)
[latoya] welcome home (l.a., l.a., l-l-l.a., l.a.)
[latoya] welcome home (l.a., l.a., l-l-l.a., l.a.)
[latoya] welcome home... into l.a.
(l.a., l.a., l-l-l.a., l.a.)

[kurupt]
Rainstorm the back of the bank, bustin loose like muggsy
Typhoons, kurupt calhoun
With a platoon of backwards ass buffoons
Ready to shoot anything that moves
Load to tunes from "the blue lagoon"
Mask on, khakis, ounced on house shoes
So i'ma start it off skitzin on the first nigga
Saul hit the stack, heard me, hear me?
Heard that, word don't pass the front do'
Before you gotta show em your heart and soul and desert eagle fo'
Explode then watch em fold, the other niggaz froze
He knew better, mask in an all blue sweater
Two pumps ready for a riot
Full baretta, six hostages with a loss of oxygen
Wet as a river, sixteen bricks to flip
After i flip these bitch niggaz for they shit
I been down with the twist since eighty-six
Hyperactive with a automatic, snappin reaction
I'm sick of waitin, a thirty-eight, i'm jackin for daytons
Kick the door in for sure, double four's rammin
Hollow bandit, ready to knock him off if he standin
Position the cannons, telegraph the whole parameter
Paralyze anything that walks through perimeter
Cervical veins lacerated lost to missiles
Interrogated and i paraded posted with pistols
Time for war this is when the heart's exposed
Change up the game, cockin and sparks explode
I'm a marksman, touch of death, ten steps to draw
And that's all, end to anything before
In a world war, off like a concorde jet
But fool, d.p.g.'s the set
In a world war, this is when the heart's exposed
Change up the game, cock, sparks explode
Manic-depressive panic and then start skitzin
Not givin a fuck while all y'all bitchin
Dis is for all my g's, my ho-mies
Flippin birds and servin ki's
I'm with king t and tha liks, alkahol-ed it up
Like bitch, get the fuck off my dick!
I got pistols, pills, acid, bomb, crank
Crystallized coke and limes, i don't give a fuck!

Daz:
Aw yeah!
Right about now it's time to get busy
Huh, straight out the box, nonstop
Kurupt the kingpin, xzibit, crooked i

(wait a minute, um)

Crooked i:
This is the art of, manslaughter
When i'm rockin' i'm more shockin' than droppin' a boom box in bath water
You entered the wrong scuffle
You catchin' a chrome buckle
I uppercut niggas hard enough to break my own knuckles
Deliver the sick verbals
My shotty spit a round, before you hit the ground,
Your body spin around, in six circles
Diminishin' infamous menaces
I'm waitin' to get dicced, if not, i'm a start finishin' innocents
Lyrics (lyrics), i'm breezin the region
Freezin g's in your legion
Freakin' ancient techniques when i'm speakin' phoenician
It's all about crooked
These bitches shout crooked
I'll make you say the west coast aint shit without crooked
I own a vicious label, niggas'll get disabled
When i'm spittin' rhymes written on project kitchen tables
I load this 4-5 and let slugs dive at ya
Now that's for crooked i, the scrap happy, mic snatcha

Daz:
Motherfuccers can you dig that, huh?
Can you fucc with this?
Let's get kurupt the kingpin to fucc y'all niggas up
Y'all don't wanna see none of this west coast mc shit
Yeah, how you like me now motherfucker!?!

Kurupt:
Terror starts, in the midst of your heart, starts
The storm, my vocals float like arts
In the mystic state of mind, when i create a rhyme
My microphone massacres every year the same time
With audio amputations, vocal thoughts of a loud talker
Up against the microphone night stalker
With a tendency of bashing mcs, like ten of me
As you can see i continue mashin' mcs
Caboom, the room gets cleared as my views get clearer
Extra-terrestrial microphone terror
In effect, get infected
Tell me what the fucc you expected
These venemous injections
I leave whole sections, and sections full of injections
From these poisenous melodies and selections
I select the methods of slow anguish
I mangle shit with my language
Tell me, have you ever seen one elope
With the microphone
In a scandal like abilities to make mcs explode
Baboom, alone in my own zone
So don't compare me to none
Not one's nearly
Severe, cuz i severely, impare mcs
Near me, oppose and fear me, i got plots and theories
Sincerely, i could have the spot locked
Niggas get stoned for touching microphones
With no knowledge on how to rock

Daz:
Yeah, back in effect, it don't stop
Turn your speakers up, dj battlecat on the table
We fuckin' it up like this and like that, yeah
Got my homeboy xzibit in the motherfuccin' house
Alkaholiks!

Xzibit:
When i was enlisted
I came to the table double fisted
Sadistic, heavy artillery, for all my enemies
Bust shots up in the sky screamin' obsenities
Make niggas sport cackies and chucks from hear to italy
It'll be, a cold day in hell when you see xzibit fail
Act like a bitch on bail, tuck tail, and run
See we do it how it can't be done
I'm the rough cut, plus how the west was won
Or direct descendant of the gatling gun
Don't test me son, you fucc around and catch you one
That aint a threat, that's a promise i can definitely keep
You can't compete wit' 25 niggas wit' heat in the street
Ready to repeat, round after after round at you
All hell break lose when the whole pound come through
I found that you and yours, can never fucc wit' mine
I own shit but gimme some more like busta rhymes
Cross the line, now you gotta pay the piper
I'm the alkaholik sniper, that be keepin' the crowds hyper
It's ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Can't stop till me and my niggas is platinum plus
My dogg kurupt

Daz:
Yeah, no shit
Yeah, y'all can't fucc wit' that

That's what i'm talkin' about
West coast, we been doin' this shit for years
Aint nothin' happenin' wit' that
Battlecat
(don't step up)
Right, right
(don't step up, unles you wanna get hurt)
Huh, huh, huh

(get get get get hurt)
Whatcha say
Motherfuccas that be hangin' in the battle
(get hurt, get get get get hurt)
That's what i'm talkin' about
Daz dillinger
(don't step up, unless you wanna get hurt)
Break it down, break it down
Huh

(mixed with battlecat's scratching)

Motherfuccas can't fade this shit

Man what you need man?
Yo' bitch ass always come around here wit this whole
Three dollar two dollar five dollar hit shit
Nigga come around here with a twenty-sack of somethin nigga
My bills gotta get paid motherfucker
I'm outta here -- catch me next week beotch!

[daz]
Hop in my chevy get to wheelin down the block
Makin sales, whether slangin weed or rocks
Clockin major strapped up, me and my niggaz in the house
Might as well back up, bustin on niggaz if they act up
On a mission with my gang, around here we run thangs
Get paid, every night, where we hang
Cause it's a street thang, cops and automatic weapon
Keep a nigga intact, for these niggaz half-steppin
Daz dillinger, got sewed up for real
Dealers servin these niggaz for a quarter a mill'
Ninety-eight my motto to kill, that's how it is
Fuck my family, fuck my friends, when my dope come in

[kurupt]
You feel like fuck trust, a nigga lose his life
Tryin to trust on motherfuckers like us..

Stackin, stolen stack stackin it ain't nuttin but murders
Kidnappings jackings and vault cracking
Crackin up in these parts, heat sparks up in these parts
The dark parts of the motherfuckin park
The tarantula's loose and i'm heated now
With somethin in my right palm to keep y'all seated down
Repeated, headhuntin, huntin for heads
Shot in the chest neck arm and legs

[daz]
Ain't no fakin we all out to get paid
Wettin niggaz what we do nowadays (nigga)

Around here, you can't trust nobody
Anybody's somebody tryin to jack somebody (somebody)
Whether it's weed or your life or narcotics
Anyway you get, you can't trust nobody

[kurupt]
We jack a nigga for a half a thang, we back up in this
With a flock of these chickens, worth three and a half million
Now we set, we relaxed chillin, livin the boss life
Every day every night me and the columbians take flight
Eight hundred ki's to fly across seas
When i flip it i make about twelve million g's
I'm a two thousand ricky ross, transportin the sauce
And it pay to be the boss cause when yo' ass get crossed
Every nigga on the street gets paid

[daz]
A couple pieces spread, bear arms nigga, warfare nigga
Shut down the alarms nigga
Time to hit off, get off then break off
If he don't kick in the bread then take off
Columbian ties, columbian mob members in columbian neckties
Columbians disfigured
Daz midi machine dillinger
Two shotty young gotti, bout to put it on somebody

[kurupt]
And my mindstate today is fuck everybody

Around here, you can't trust nobody
Anybody's somebody tryin to jack somebody (somebody)
Whether it's weed or your life or narcotics
Anyway you get, you can't trust nobody
Around here, you can't trust nobody
Anybody's somebody tryin to jack somebody (somebody)
Whether it's weed or your life or narcotics
Anyway you get, you can't trust nobody

.. shit, who the fuck at the door?
Aww man the police fool c'mon get out of here man c'mon!
Flush the shit! flush the coke!!!

{*toilet flushing sound*}

[snoop dogg]
Yeah.. yo whassup my nigga?
It's the big homeboy snoop dogg
And y'know, the streets is a motherfucker
D.p.g.c., y'know
Representin to the fullest, like dat dere
Y'know!

[kurupt]
Organized madness
The young godstra
Ha hah, young frank sinatra, beotch!

Chorus: repeat 2x (w/ minor variations)

I call, i call shots round here
Tell who to pop and who not to pop round here
Slow down down here, don't make too much noise
You know who runs the blocks round here

[kurupt]
Psychosomatic, automatic static
Catatonic, supersonic, bubonic chronic addict
Astrononimcal in the thunderdome center
In the depths of the dungeon, dangerous, dastardly
Catastrophes, metamorphosize into a pit
Tyranno-don, crackin the bricks on the walls
Camouflage, on the side of livest
Bout to put somethin up in that could ride
It's time for, world war three motherfucker
You know me, young got-ti motherfucker
I holds the microphone like a grudge
In the 'llac laid back, so back the fuck up
This might give you a heart attack
It's real simple, can't get mo' simple than that
Than that..

Chorus

[kurupt]
The tactical acrobatical automatic
Automatically psychosomatics that got it verbally guided
Visually you ride it super like the sonics
Potent like gin and tonic being injected through the veins
With double dosage of liquid chronic (what?)
Columbian flake, the top rate
Irate lost mental state
Stallion i'm want about a million or more
Of y'all fools to come back and get some more
You can tell the gangs as soon as he come in the door
He don't wear calvin klein, he won't wear valour
He got some gortex or some converse on
All-stars, g'd from the hat to the floor
You can miss me, i'm probably chillin up in mississippi
Or poughkeepsie or baton rouge guzzlin whiskey
I'm a walkin franchise and i wanna get paid
Get dropped, mopped and stomped like a parade
Persuasion, phase three of the invasion
I gots to break loose cause i'm feelin caged in
Loose in the jungle, blaze a botanical garden up
Nowadays, niggaz ain't hard enough
To bombard and bogart, spots like these
Renegade revolutionary infantries
I'll bet a thousand to one, you're never gonna make it
You're never gonna get it, y'all can't fuck wit us
Put it together, our squad 1999 mod squad
Universal soldiers, i thought i told ya

Chorus

[roscoe]
I'm a chart smasher, the youngest gangster rapper
Spectacular, chrome thirty-eight packer
Money stacker, t-shirt cakalaka
Verbal predator, fake rap attacker
Gotti jawbreaker, roscoe the back cracker
Money makin, we smart like computer hackers
I came in this game with plans to get it maxed
And my enemies, feel the wrath of my rapture
No escapin without, instantaneous capture
Don't be upset, when me and the homies jack ya
Cause we straight jackin, if i say it's on it's crackin
Young thugs, from y.a., we make it happen
Swearin y'all can see me but that's just like seein elvis
I grab to crick a back and crack a nigga 'cross the pelvis
My rhymes is dangerous, hazardous to health
I make a nigga murder twenty kids and cap his own self
Who am i? the incorrigible lyrical miracle
Is horrible yet hysterical the way i'll embarass you
See me on the streets, walk by and i just stare at you
Tough talk, when there's bullets flyin through the air at you
Test your chest nigga? one less nigga
Me and kurupt share two gats and one vest nigga
We astronomical, phenomenal, magical, mathematical
Taking your first-born as collateral!

[kurupt]
I call, i call shots round here

Ride wit us, who ride wit us

Chorus: repeat 4x

Awww yeah! do you wanna ride wit us
Who ride wit us

[daz]
When the six-tray bounce, the street scrapin the bumper
Wit the sound for the summer that be thumpin and hummin
Hoppin up the 'shaw on a sunday, what a fun day
Dip skip trippin and whippin down the one-way
Diggy daz a busta ain't had enough against
Rough and rough but it's never too much
Daz kurupt, kurupt and daz on that ass
We clash blast suckers just like a head on crash
This ain't back in the day, you get taught and sprayed
Ak front to the back cause we hard to fade
We enormous, we attackin it plus we swarmin
To rumble in the jungle like ali and foreman
We rippin it up, we be givin it up
On the daily homeboy we be givin it up
We be cuttin it up, scufflin to muffle it up
Homeboy diggy daz (now with kurupt)

Chorus

[kurupt]
Livin it up -- shakin, makin the hood turn
Boil and burn, two buckets of yearn
Flippin stickin fools for chicken, scrapin the curbs
Scrappin for the domes straight to the head thunderbird
I'm on it homey, me and my homegirl diamond
Down with a nigga damn near before a nigga was rhymin
Daz, my closest homeboy
California lickin switches a couple toys
Retirin ? a couple jerseys
Went from the sunny state to jersey, puffin hershey
Let off, get off, or get spin off
Spit off, set off, spun off the chest
Off the roof -- a hundred and seventy-eight proof of boost
Gangster daz and kurupt let loose
This is it, short change dip wit us
Sip wit it us, cock your heat or spit wit us

Chorus

[daz]
I'm tired of this (this) i'm tired of that (daz)
I'm bout to bust, fool where's the strap
G fo' flow for sho', bounce galo'
Up and down stairs beats everywhere i go
Calico excursions, different diversions
Homicidal resurgance, swerve and see my homey
On the corner chippin the curb and any busta
Get close enough we servin

[kurupt]
Homey don't get nervous
Beware, daz kurupt fool beware
Rippin it up fool so you better beware
Of my crew, dre'd and blued up, get chewed up
You and your all crap crew get bruised up
I'm the one you love to hate so give me mine
And pay dues and now i'm livin the life of crime
Switched up, hit em up, blast or get em up
Forty-five, tec nines blast or hit em up
Aww yeah

Chorus

* other than an opening skit (irrelevant) this is the exact
Same song as appears on dr. dre's +chronic 2001+ as "housewife"

Chorus: kurupt

Now this this is one of them occasions
Where the homies not doin it right
I mean he found him a hoe that he like
But you can't make a hoe a housewife
And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end
A bitch is a bitch, but a dogg is a man's best friend
So what you found you a hoe that you like
But you can't make a hoe a housewife (wife)

[dr. dre]
I mostly sold dick while i packed a gold clip
Worked my money-maker, she got paper, she bout to trip
(where the fuck is my money?) i cannot g guilty
You pimpin strong, but comin home, to sheets that be filthy
She on the dillzy, i take advantage
All up in them panties, i got this bitch speakin spanish
I'm mannish - get yo' nails out my back
Slut i'm bout to nut and get up, go scrub yo' cat
Learn the player rules, this is how i play a dude
Might not be a freak, but she got on the choosin shoes
Dollar signs are folded, i can't control it
Tryin to leave her, beeper just exploded
She sweatin me, won't let me, broad turned fraud
Now she on this dick huh, got her turnin tricks huh
Man it's a trip i don't trip i'm in yo' lexus flexin
I left her up in dallas, texas - assed-out

Chorus

[hittman]
Naw hoe is short for honey, almost had her wailin like bunny
Tellin tales of bein pregnant, catchin norstrom sales with abortion money
I spotted her, seen her with my nigga when i shot at her
Now we got beef, he caught up in the hoe's erotica
Exotic - she's psychotic, rockin his nautica
Soon he'll need antibiotics (sucka bitch)
Name a sexual disease, she got it like sam goody
You be like, "damn how could she hit me off with chlamydia?"
Fool i pity ya
We live in the city off, ballers
With more bouncin than a zapp, she will doo-wah-diddy-ya
Prettier to grittier, the wittier can get her
To the hotel, niko, on some sauve shit like, rico
That's when i caught a vision like coleco
A high-post hoe, a perfect way for me to keep dough
Huh, have her sellin ass on bronson ave. and pico

[kurupt]
At the ho-tel, mo-tel, or the holiday inn (say what nigga?)
I said if that bitch keep fuckin up (beotch) then we'll fuck her friends
I said i dip, dive, what can i say?
Niggaz need to stop fuckin with o.j.
Some niggaz bang blood, some niggaz bang crip
And bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
I had to dream of hoes, i had to scream at hoes
I seen my hoes in all kinds of clothes
Lil' almond joy, i truly enjoy
If you blew my balls, right through my drawers
Come back to the mansion, chill at the spot
From the way she was blowin, i know she does it a lot
I have a eight-and-a-half, nine-and-three-quarters
The hoe started callin when i started boss ballin
Gimme some head, gimme some ass (uh-huh)
Gimme some cash, pass it to daz
Pass it to snoop, or pass it to nate
See hoes eat dick like eggs and steak
It ain't shit new, i thought you knew (what?)
I knew you would, you wish you could
Break a g down, break me down
But i'ma see you on the rebound (what what?) d.p. style

Chorus

*dialtone and dialing*
Soopafly: "yea"
Kurupt: "ay soopafly"
S: "yup"
K: "ay, what's the name of that song that goes,
Dada-dada-da-da-da, dadada-da-da"
S: "it ain't about you?"
K: "that's the one you have it on?"
S: "yea"
K: "oh, yea, that's tight"
S: "you like that?"
K: "yea"

Check check check check check
Microphone check check check check check
1, 2 check check check check check
Live in the place to be
Soopafly, comin at ya
I don't stop and i don't quit
Comin with that dogg pound gangsta shit
Yea, peep game
Check, i break a nigga neck
I keep a nine in my pocket and a home deck
I like to rock a show
I'm stackin c-notes
It's soopafly mothafucka if you didn't know
Now peep so sweet unique i doubt if you could top the peak
Keep em in check
No sweat cock back fist connected to cheek
They sleep
Kick em in they ass wake up, uh now
Let me take you on a journey block to block
Show you how to pack heat, drop and 6 4 hop
Cut it up, chop, my homie got it, tray don't stop
Had them bitches dope fiending like i'm slangin them rocks
Straight from the l we don't take no shit
We off in the cut waitin for y'all niggas to trip
We the last mothafuckas you want to fuck with
When you in close range you best to duck quick
Or get smashed your last chance to forfeit
Game over
I knock a nigga from drunk to sober
I hope i don't have to maneuver the choker
If you wanna dance i do the polka
Stickin fuck bitch made soop look like a switchblade

Can i ride in your car?
Girl i've gone too far
Can i smoke on your weed?
Nah, that ain't what you need
Can i borrow a dollar?
No, but you can eat this dick
While i smash my shit and i pop in my car
Can i give you my number?
Yea, next summer
But i'm hungry baby
Sh, me too, that's crazy
So open up the door cuz i'm ready to go
Aight then, but i ain't got no money
Ain't you treatin baby?
Hell no
Bitch take another route, you ain't even what this song's about
Bitch, i'm on a ride, dip and glidin through the hood
Smokin until the sun come out

Bitch please
Got her speakin in chinese
They like please
Yea, just pluck em off
Mothafuck all you hoes
Fuck em all
This is nothing but true game
This stainless thing got stained
The bitch gobble the best
She won a contest for the best jaws in the west
The homie said, "watch my head"
But instead, i got a 45 caliber lead spitta
A nigga feelin bitter
Shitty as some kitty litter
Take off, got a adolf hitler
Center of attraction
Multiplications then subtractions
From the blast then the smash and the cash and the credit
The bitch on my dick
I'm like bitch, forget it
Let it loose bitch, won't you let it
For ????? i get a bad bitch from connecticut
A typical hoe
I'm only in it for the blow
The bitch was only in it for the blow
I gave her some blow then let her blow
Then she turned blue
On the speed i grabbed the heater and then flew

Can i ride in your car?
Bitch i'm gone too far
Can i smoke on your weed?
Nah, this ain't what you need
Can i borrow a dollar?
Nah, but you can eat this dick
While i dip in my shit and uh, pop my cop off
Can i give you my number?
Nah, maybe next summer
But i'm hungry baby
Yea, me too, that's crazy
So open up the door cuz i'm ready to go
Aight, but uh, i ain't got no money
Ain't you treatin baby?
Hell no
Bitch take another route, you ain't even what this song is about
I'm on a ride, dip and glidin through the hood
Smokin until the sun come out

Now all salute the supreme general that got style
And watch how i rock and lock the block down
Tightly to fight me will cause disaster
No chance to surpass the vocab i master
As the sun rotate, took my guns off safe
Been a thug since 8, always drug my weight
I state the facts, mothafuck a platinum plaque
Always got my stack jackin off from havin a sack
Niggas act as if they back is stiff and can't put work in
Shake the turf then get to tuckin they shirts in
But i'ma stay bangin
The game that i'm claimin
Gold chain swangin
While the six trey hangin
Back bumpa
Impact the dumpa in the stash spot mash out
Knock it locked up with the ass drop

Can i ride in your car?
Bitch i'm gone too far
Can i smoke on your weed?
Nah, this ain't what you need
Can i borrow a dollar?c
Nah, but you can eat this dick
While i dip in my shit and uh, pop my cop off
Can i give you my number?
Get at me next summer
But i'm hungry baby
Yea, me too, that's crazy
So open up the door cuz i'm ready to go
Aight, but i ain't got no money
Ain't you treatin baby?
Hell no
Bitch take another route, you ain't even what this song is about
I'm on a ride, dip and glidin through the hood
Smokin until the sun come out