NWA

8-ball – NWA

Verse One: Eazy E

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

Verse Two: Eazy-E

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

Verse Three: Eazy-E

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

Verse Four: Eazy-E

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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100 miles and running – NWA

You don’t really think you’re gonna get away do you?
We haven’t spotted them yet
But they’re somewhere in the immediate vicinity.
A 100 Miles and Runnin’.
MC Ren I hold the gun and
You want me to kill a mutherfucker and it’s done in.
Since I’m stereotyped to kill and destruct
Is one of the main reasons I don’t give a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
‘Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin’ jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
We’re not alone, we’re three more brothers, I mean street-brothers.
Now wearin’ my dyes, ’cause I’m not stupid, mutherfuckers.
They’re out to take our heads for what we said in the past.
Point blank – They can kizz my black azz.
I didn’t stutter when I said “Fuck Tha Police”.
‘Cause it’s hard for a nigga to get peace.
Now it’s broken and can’t be fixed.
‘Cause police and little black niggers don’t mix so
Now I’m creepin’ through the fall.
Runnin’ like a team. Well, see, I might have slayed y’all.
So for now pack the gun and
Hold it in the air.
‘Cause MC Ren has a 100 Miles of Runnin’…

Into this news. Four fugitives are on the run.
FBI sources tell us that the four are headed
100 miles to their homebase, Compton.

Lend me a mutherfuckin’ ear.
So I can tell you why…

Runnin’ with my brothers, headed for the homebase.
With a steady pace on the face that just we raced.
The road ahead goes on and on.
The shit is gettin’ longer than the mutherfuckin’ marathon.
Runnin’ on but never runnin’ out.
Stayin’ wired and if I get tired, I can still try out.
Hitchhikin’ if that’s what it gotta do.
But nobody’s pickin’ up a Nigga Witta Attitude.
Confused…
Yo, but Dre’s a nigga with nuthin’ to lose.
One of the few who’s been accused and abused
Of the crime of poisonin’ young minds.
But you don’t know shit til you been in my shoes.
And Dre is back from the C – P – D
Droppin’ some shit that’s D – O – P – E.
So fuck the P – O – L – I – C – E!
And any mutherfucker that disagrees.
Stuck and runnin’ hard, hauling ass.
‘Cause I’m a nigga known for havin’ a notorious past.
My mind was slick – my temper was too quick.
Now the FBI’s all over my dick.

Got us tick and runnin’ just to find the gun that started the clock.
That’s when the E jumped off the startin’ block.
A 100 Miles from home and ,yo, it’s a long stretch.
A little sprintin’ mutherfucker that they won’t catch.
Yeah, back to Compton again.
Yo, it’s either that or the Federal pen.
‘Cause niggas been runnin’ since beginning of time.
Takin’ a minute to tell you what’s on my mutherfuckin’ mind.
Runnin’ like I just don’t care.
Compton’s 50 miles but , yo, I’mma get there.
Archin’ my back and on a straight rough.
Just like Carl Lewis I’m ballin’ the fuck out.
From city to city I’m a menace as I pass by.
Rippin’ up shit just so you can remember I’m
A straight up nigga that’s done in, gunnin’ and comin’
Straight at yo ass.
A 100 Miles and Runnin’…

This one goes out to the four brothers from Compton.
You’re almost there, but the FBI has a little message for you:
“Nowhere to run to, baby. Nowhere to hide.”
Good luck brothers.

Runnin’ like a nigga I hate to lose.
Show me on the news but I hate to be abused.
I know it was a set-up.
So now I’m gonna get up.
Even if the FBI wants me to shut up.
But I’ve got 10 000 niggas strong.
They got everybody singin’ my “Fuck Tha Police” song.
And while they treat my group like dirt,
Their whole fuckin’ family is wearin’ our T-shirts.
So I’mma run til I can’t run no more.
‘Cause it’s time for MC Ren to settle the score.
I got a urge to kick down doors.
At my grave like a slave even if the Ren calls.

Clouds are dark and brot

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Gangsta Gangsta – NWA

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

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A bitch is a bitch – NWA

[Eazy E]
Oh shit. I guess there’s one less bitch you gotta worry about.

[Narrator]
Let’s describe a certain female. A female with the disease of character
and attitude. If you will a snob. However in a view of NWA…

[Ice Cube]
A bitch is a bitch (bitch)
So if I’m poor or rich (word up)
I talk in the exact same pitch
Now the title bitch don’t apply to all women
But all women have a little bitch in ’em (yeah)
It’s like a disease that’s plagues their character
Takin’ the women of America (yeah)
And it starts with a letter B
It makes a girl like that think she better than me (bitch)
See, some get mad and some just bury
But, yo, if the shoe fits wear it (wear it)
It makes ’em go deaf in the ear
That’s why when you say ‘hi’ she won’t say ‘hi’
Are you the kind that think you’re too damn fly?
Bitch eat shit ‘n die (ha, ha)
Ice cube comin’ at you at crazy pitch
(Why?) I think a bitch is a bitch

‘Who the fuck you think you’re callin’ a bitch you little ? muthafucka?
I dunno who the fuck you think you’re talkin’ to. Let me tell you one
muthafuckin’ thang, I’m not a…’ [Eazy E] ‘Bitch, shut the fuck up.’

Yo, you can tell a girl that’s out for the money (How?)
She look good and the bitch won’t phony
She ain’t no dummy she’s right the …
Yo, bitch fuck when I’m driving
See a young nigga that’s striving
You’re thru’ without a BMW
That’s why a bitch is a bitch
I guess, or ether P-M-S
Here, test the girl that’s kinda snobby (a’ight)
And I bet you dis a nigga is her hobby
And after she finished the test
Write today a B-I-T-C-H
And watch her get mad ’cause she know it’s true (she know it)
But a nigga like me, I say ‘fuck you’
Do like Ice Cube, slam her ass in a ditch (slam her ass)
‘Cause a bitch is a bitch

‘Why I gonna be a bitch?’
‘I ain’t call you no bitch. If you’d listen to a goddamn song it’d tell
you what a bitch is.’
‘Fuck the song ’cause I’m not no muthafuckin’ bitch.’
‘I didn’t say you was a bitch.’
‘Fuck you, punk-ass nigga!’
‘Fuck you, bitch!
‘Fuck you! Who the fuck you think you are?
‘Fuck you! Suck my dick, bitch!

I once knew a bitch who got a slack
‘Cause she playing me like she was all that
A bitch can be your best friend talking behind your back (yeah)
About who’s fucking who and who’s getting fat
Look at yourself for me, (look bitch)
Now do you fall in this category?
Or you’re the kind that won’t bleak
‘Cause you don’t think, yo, shit stinks
Luckily I haven’t had a drink
‘Cause I’ll down you ass
Than I’ll clown your ass
‘Cause the niggas I hang with ain’t rich (I ain’t rich)
We’re all saying ‘Fuck you bitch!’ (Word up!)
Now, what I can do with a hoe like you
Been your ass over then I’m thru’
? that you see Ice Cube ain’t takin’ no shit
(Why?) ‘Cause I think a bitch is a bitch

[Narrator]
There you have it. The description of a bitch. Now ask yourself,
are they talking about you? Are you that funky, dirty, money-hungry,
scandalous, stuck-up, hair piece contact wearing bitch? Yep, you
probably are.

Bitch!

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