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Straight outta Compton crazy ************ named Ice Cube

From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes

When I'm called off I got a sawed off

Squeeze the trigger and bodies are hauled off

You too boy if ya **** with me

The police are gonna hafta come and get me

Off yo ass that's how I'm goin out

For the punk motherfuckers that's showin out

Niggaz start to mumble, they wanna rumble

Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo

Goin off on a ************ like that

with a gat that's pointed at yo ass

So give it up smooth

Ain't no tellin when I'm down for a jack move

Here's a murder rap to keep yo dancin

with a crime record like Charles Manson

AK-47 is the tool

Don't make me act the motherfuckin fool

Me you can go toe to toe, no maybe

I'm knockin niggaz out tha box, daily

yo weekly, monthly and yearly

until them dumb motherfuckers see clearly

that I'm down with the capital C-P-T

Boy you can't **** with me

So when I'm in your neighborhood, you better duck

Coz Ice Cube is crazy as ****

As I leave, believe I'm stompin

but when I come back, boy, I'm comin straight outta Compton

 

Chorus:

 

[City of Compton, City of Compton]

 

[Eazy E] Yo Ren

[MC Ren] Whassup?

[Eazy E] Tell em where you from!

 

Verse Two: MC Ren

 

Straight outta Compton, another crazy ass *****

More punks I smoke, yo, my rep gets bigger

I'm a bad ************ and you know this

But the ***** ass niggaz don't show this

But I don't give a ****, I'ma make my snaps

If not from the records, from jackin the crops

Just like burglary, the definition is 'jackin'

And when illegally armed it's called 'packin'

Shoot a ************ in a minute

I find a good piece o' *****, I go up in it

So if you're at a show in the front row

I'm a call you a ***** or dirty-ass **

You'll probably get mad like a ***** is supposed to

But that shows me, ****, you're composed to

a crazy muthafucker from tha street

Attitude legit cause I'm tearin up ****

MC Ren controls the automatic

For any dumb muthafucker that starts static

Not the right hand cause I'm the hand itself

every time I pull a AK off the shelf

The security is maximum and that's a law

R-E-N spells Ren but I'm PCR

See, coz I'm the motherfuckin villain

The definition is clear, you're the witness of a killin

that's takin place without a clue

And once you're on the scope, your ass is through

Look, you might take it as a trip

but a ***** like Ren is on a gangsta tip

Straight outta Compton...

 

Chorus:

 

[City of Compton, City of Compton]

 

[Dr. Dre] Eazy is his name and the boy is comin...

 

Verse Three: Eazy-E

 

...straight outta Compton

is a brotha that'll smother yo' mother

and make ya sister think I love her

Dangerous ************ raises hell

And if I ever get caught I make bail

See, I don't give a ****, that's the problem

I see a motherfuckin cop I don't dodge him

But I'm smart, lay low, creep a while

And when I see a punk pass, I smile

To me it's kinda funny, the attitude showin a ***** drivin

but don't know where the **** he's going, just rollin

lookin for the one they call Eazy

But here's a flash, they never seize me

Ruthless! Never seen like a shadow in the dark

except when I unload, see I'll get over the hesitation

and hear the scream of the one who got the last penetration

Give a little gust of wind and I'm jettin

But leave a memory no one'll be forgettin

So what about the ***** who got shot? **** her!

You think I give a damn about a *****? I ain't a sucker!

This is the autobiography of the E, and if you ever **** with me

You'll get taken by a stupid dope brotha who will smother

word to the ************, straight outta Compton

 

Chorus:

 

[City of Compton, City of Compton]

 

[Damn that **** was dope!]

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Uh, one thing bout music, when it hit you feel no pain

White folks say it controls your brain

I know better than that, thats game and we ready for that

Two soldiers head of the pack, matter of fact who got the gat?

And where my army at?

Rather attack and not react

Back the beats, it dont reflect on how many records get sold

On sex, drugs, and rock and roll, whether your projects put on hold

In the real world, these just people with ideas

They just like me and you when the smoke and camera disappear

Again the real world (world), its bigger than all these fake ass records

When poor folks got the millions and my womans disrespected

If you check 1,2, my word of advice to you is just relax

Just do what you got to do, if that dont work then kick the facts

If you a fighter, rider, ? bouter? , flame ignitor, crowd exciter

Or you wanna just get high, then just say it

But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire, wolf-cry agent with a wire

Im gonna know it when I play it

 

Hook

 

Uh, who shot biggie smalls?

If we dont get them, they gonna get us all

Im down for runnin up on them crackers in they city hall

We ride for yall, all my dogs stay real

***** dont think these record deals gonna feed your seeds

And pay your bills because they not

Mcs get a little bit of love and think they hot

Talkin bout how much money they got, all yall records sound the same

I sick of that fake thug, r & b, rap scenario all day on the radio

Same scenes in the video, monotonous material, yall dont here me though

These record labels slang our tapes like dope

You can be next in line, and signed, and still be writing rhymes and broke

You would rather have a lexus, some justice, a dream or some substance?

A beamer, a necklace or freedom?

Still a ***** like me dont playa hate, I just stay awake

This real hip hop, and it dont stop until we get the po-po off the block

They call it....

 

Hook

 

Uh, dps got that crazy **** we keep it crunk up

John blazed and **** what

 

 

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Fish heads, fish heads, rolly polly fish heads

Fish heads, fish heads, eat them up

Yumm!

 

Fish heads, fish heads, rolly polly fish heads

Fish heads, fish heads, eat them up

Yumm!

 

In the morning, laughing happy fish heads

In the evening, floating in the soup

 

Fish heads, fish heads, rolly polly fish heads

Fish heads, fish heads, eat them up

Yumm!

 

Ask a fish head anything you want to

They won't answer, they cant talk

 

Fish heads, fish heads, rolly polly fish heads

Fish heads, fish heads, eat them up

Yumm!

 

I took a fish head out to see a movie,

Didn't have to pay to get it in

 

Fish heads, fish heads, rolly polly fish heads

Fish heads, fish heads, eat them up

Yumm!

 

They can't play baseball, they don't wear sweaters

They're not good dancers, they don't play drums

 

Fish heads, fish heads, rolly polly fish heads

Fish heads, fish heads, eat them up

Yumm!

 

Rolly Polly fish heads are never seen drinking cappuccino in

Italian restaurants with Oriental women.

Yeeaahh

 

Fish heads, fish heads, rolly polly fish heads

Fish heads, fish heads, eat them up

Yumm!

 

Fish heads, fish heads, rolly polly fish heads

Fish heads, fish heads, eat them up

Yumm!

 

Yum!

 

Fish heads, fish heads, rolly polly fish heads

Fish heads, fish heads, eat them up

Yumm!

 

Fish heads, fish heads, rolly polly fish heads

Fish heads, fish heads, eat them up

Yummmm!

 

Yeeaahh

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omni you are beasting

 

P-L-A-S-T-I-C L-I-T-T-L-E (x4)

(Sound confused)

 

It's p a c k o f r a t s

Yep yo it's packofrats rappin on the intro and I'm joe camel cool when I'm at the jam minglin my dingaling's long like Arsenio's fingerin

J. Lo's uterus

Mr. drizhollerin, and I'm hollerin at your motherfuckin mom and em,

At your dance party yo I'm bathrobe pimpin,

And I still get the digits and escape wit yo *****

 

Forget it dude I wasn't tryin hard,

Babygirl think I'm a big rap star

Honey did think that my pocket's large

But um, no *****, I'm broke as ****

I still do shows and I still get ******

Like that time in NY yo I came in the limo with co co

And with pink fittow, word is bond yo dat's my kiddo

For **** o sho

I took the steps to hit the top floor and when I got there homie

Guess who I saw

(Who?)

 

Shane, the cocaine sniffing hipster,

Doesn't know the meaning of sober nor work

I need cool cred, hurry up shane,

He pulled out an issue of vice magazine

Just read this from page to pager

Then you'll be a major player

Get some girl to suck you off in an elevator

 

Fellas, grab your big old *****

Ladies rub your wet ass clits

Put em together 'cause that's the ****

And yo, this is another rap hit.

 

Fellas, grab your big old *****

Ladies rub your wet ass clits

Put em together 'cause that's the ****

And yo, this is another rap hit.

 

Oh my god is that Johnthousand?

I heard he's gay.

No, I heard Johnthousand swings both ways.

Well, Johnthousand, whatcha gotta say?

 

Naw, dog, I'm abstinent,

If I ever ****** a dude it was accidental

And probably all about the dollar bill

Yo you know how me and money feel

About each other

Bread and butter

Ugly *****?

Cut her up a bone in rubber

Home for supper

Mama never even know I left

 

Yo You boys is crazy,

We'll make you shoot your baby

We'll make Chewbacca run down the block and put a glock inside yo momma

 

Yo

Everybody's smokin crack

Kurt, gimme somma dat

Homie how'd you get so black?

Holla at them

 

Yo this goes out to the haters who act like they confused

**** you all day **** you all night,

We don't love you hoes

 

It's nobodys child or nbc, niggas in the crowd all envy me,

You need to chill out, 'cause you can't beat

Those Plastic Little boys

Oh wow, you can freestyle

Rap, for days, so amazed

The bottom line is boy, you ain't on the stage, you ain't getting paid

 

Now, you wanna save hip hop?

Yo, pick up a tin cup, start to front, get on the corner

See if you could rap yourself up a buck

See if I give a **** (I don't)

About this hip hop ****

Yo, I'm just in it for me

To be in the club, drinkin for free

 

P-L-A-S-T-I-C L-I-T-T-L-E (x4)

(Sound confused)

 

(X2)

Fellas, grab your big old *****

Ladies rub your wet ass clits

Put em together 'cause that's the ****

And yo, this is another rap hit.

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Soulja Boy Tell 'Em

 

Hopped up out the bed turn my swag on

Took a look in the mirror said what's up?

Yeah, I'm getting money, oh

 

Hopped up out the bed turn my swag on

Took a look in the mirror said what's up?

Yeah, I'm getting money, oh

 

Turn my swag on

It's my time to turn it up, yeah, yeah

I put my team on, did my theme song

Now it's time to turn it up, yeah, yeah

 

I got a question why they hatin' on me

I got a question why they hatin' on me

I ain't did nothing to 'em but count this money

And put my team on and now my hold click stunny

 

Boy wat's up, yeah? Boy wat's up, yeah?

When I was nine years old

I put it in my head, I'ma die for this gold

Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, boy what's up?

 

Hopped up out the bed turn my swag on

Took a look in the mirror said what's up?

Yea, I'm getting money, oh

 

Hopped up out the bed turn my swag on

Took a look in the mirror said what's up?

Yea, I'm getting money, oh

 

I'm back again,

I know a lot of y'all thought I wasn't coming back, yeah, yeah

I had to prove 'em wrong

Got back in the studio came up wit another hit, yeah, yeah

 

I told the world my story, the world where I'm from

Souljaboyxl.com, boy what's up? Yeah, yeah

 

Now every time you hear me spit

Every time you hear me rhyme

Every time you see me in your state or town

Say wat's up? Yeah, yeah, Soulja Boy Tell 'Em

 

Hopped up out the bed turn my swag on

Took a look in the mirror said what's up?

Yeah, I'm getting money, oh

 

Hopped up out the bed turn my swag on

Took a look in the mirror said what's up?

Yeah, I'm getting money, oh

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Roll the windows up when you get in the car, and I'ma light one up.

Hit the gas station go and buy a cigar and a philly blunt.

Every time I breathe it's like I'm taking a puff, turn the music up.

 

[Verse 1:]

Roll the windows up, when I smoke and drive.

All black car [car]

Three percent tint

I can clearly see out

Nut you can barely see in

The end and only end

We blowing Indonesia

And I'ma let it hit til I get amnesia

I'm crazy the haze got me hazy I'm lazy

Tell Ben that it something about Mary and clearly [what]

I'm so outta here you can say a ***** spacey [damn]

Pocket full of papers so I'm fittin to get some papers [yeah]

Bout to inhale like I'm fittin to see Satan [what]

Bout to exhale like I'm fittin to see my savior

So get the legion of trees like it's autumn

Have them windows all rolled up rolled em and told em man

 

[Chorus:]

Roll the windows up when you get in the car, and I'ma light one up.

Hit the gas station go and buy a cigar and a philly blunt.

Every time I breathe it's like I'm taking a puff, turn the music up.

 

[Verse 2:]

First of all til you ball like this

You don't put this type of pimp in your swish

Get it we smoking on that poison call it Michael Divens

So if you selling to me then you gotta lucrative business

[ Mike Posner Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]

A friend is what you blow while I'm smoking on that CEO

Top notch I got (?) by the foot in my fruit roll up

No cuts no stems no seeds straight THC indeed

I'm try'na get stoned like I'm staring into Medusa eyes

You ain't got green what somebody tell me who supply

So I can buy wholesale for the low like Cosco or Sams

You got some well damn

 

[Chorus:]

Roll the windows up when you get in the car, and I'ma light one up.

Hit the gas station go and buy a cigar and a philly blunt.

Every time I breathe it's like I'm taking a puff, turn the music up.

 

[Verse 3:]

I don't smoke phillies pass me and swisher

Bumping PMC pouring out a little liquor

Trunk full of kicker blunt full of OG

Right behind Tick cuz these jack boys know me

**** inside Lisa outta NYC

Keisha calling ATL oh well I'm kushin DC

Which ones better roll up I need a time

Take a ride downtown man Im higher than these skyscapers

Roll the windows up tryna get my smoke on

2 in the morning still riding with my Locs on

**** the police what these pigs gon' tell me

Smoking bud at nights like X off a Bentley

 

[Chorus:]

Roll the windows up when you get in the car, and I'ma light one up.

Hit the gas station go and buy a cigar and a philly blunt.

Every time I breathe it's like I'm taking a puff, turn the music up.

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My life is brilliant.

 

My life is brilliant.

My love is pure.

I saw an angel.

Of that I'm sure.

She smiled at me on the subway.

She was with another man.

But I won't lose no sleep on that,

'Cause I've got a plan.

 

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.

You're beautiful, it's true.

I saw your face in a crowded place,

And I don't know what to do,

'Cause I'll never be with you.

 

Yeah, she caught my eye,

As we walked on by.

She could see from my face that I was,

Flying high, [ - video/radio edited version]

******* high, [ - CD version]

And I don't think that I'll see her again,

But we shared a moment that will last till the end.

 

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.

You're beautiful, it's true.

I saw your face in a crowded place,

And I don't know what to do,

'Cause I'll never be with you.

 

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.

You're beautiful, it's true.

There must be an angel with a smile on her face,

When she thought up that I should be with you.

But it's time to face the truth,

I will never be with you.


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clickity clack, splish splash *****/

we dont dont give a **** *****/

stab ur eyes and **** on ur brains hommie/

we gangsta **********, we kick the poor, and rob the blind/

gash out ur spleen and spread em out

than my ***** tim with the boots will stomp on em G

stright to oblivion son/

to my bytch olivio with cancer, hold strong baby

crazyeye big toe will hold it down for u no matter what.

uhhh yhhhhh, here comes my second verse

u sure u ready for hot fire

I once killed a man with my chin nugga

put body in a pin *****, and been sining since *****

most hardcore song ever, too PCR for ur ear mayn

dont step to me, u aint ready, I will chew u and fart u out like khat *******, stepping to me is like grabbing the queens titti man, straight royal in this bytch, u dont want it with me, specially from the best bytch, crazyeye big toe *****.

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Relapse Collapse by In Fear and Faith

 

Bring back hollow reputations.

It's giving me what I desire.

And I desire, To find the words you need, To hear.

 

Kill. Kill. Kill.

Your demons.

Face. Face. Face.

Your fears.

Fight. Fight.

With no discretion.

Die. Die. Die.

Alone.

 

I am the messenger; I am the one you trust with your last breath.

And you're missing the point.

You're missing the point of these words.

You've caused the blood that's on your hands.

 

I hope you see your own life flash before your eyes.

And find that point, In your life when you realize.

That there's something that you've lost.

And something went terribly wrong.

With your last breath, Until your lungs collapse.

 

I am the messenger; I am the one you trust with your last breath.

And I'm betting you'll find, I'm betting you'll find a way to.

Why aren't you trying to escape?

Why aren't you trying to escape?

Why aren't you trying to escape?

You say you need a great purpose,

I say you need to see what's coming.

 

 

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