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

Inside the minds of real g's
Death row is looked upon as the studio gansters of the 90's
A joke hahahaha in a gamecalled 5 minutes of fame you wasted
4 mimutes now you got seconds left kick it

Come one come all and let me ride nigga
Eazy-e cpt how the hell you figure
To be the best on the west hu ya
Fool loked down this is east side nigga
South comton and i put it on the map
So when a dog pound crip you wanna scrap
And that comin straight from the ruthless ganster eazy-e
Now what would i do haha lets see
Now i would take on sugas locked down the row
Since dre is a bitch pimp slap the hoe
Now i'm seeing doubles man two dogs in a huddle
Aa god dame now diggidi daze i biggidi blast
On right one and smoke that azz
Now kurupt dont even set trip
Yellin long beach 60 blood and puppy pound
Crip really doe got my nuts on your chin
Whill i'm all in your philly hoe
So come with it fool and test your luck and
I'll beat that azz now call me kurupt
Now i'm kreepin threw the fog ya
Big dogg blue got my nine milla killa
Hunting a dogg named snoop
You can run nigga but you can't hide
Eazy-e straight creepin on the east side 7
Tenlong beach south caught snoop free basin
In a rock house i kicks in da door
I said it befoe i never let no busta test me no more
Bang murder was the case that tey gave me
Murder waz the case that they gave me

I'll smoke all you fools even you boo boo and your baby
Murder was the case that they gave me watch out buddie boy
Watch your back
Yea what would you do
What would you do if we rolled on you
(so dont even think about steppin in the god damn house)
What would you do what would you do if we rolled on you
What would you do what would you do if we rolled on you
What would you do what would you do dirty red

I comes on the snake hittin niggas low
With the cavey ass flow as i kreep through the street
Peeping niggas from death row bet you wanna know
Which one make the best hoe so
Let me break it down as i'm lost in the mist
And take word of advice and dont come fucking with this
Aint a joke niggas choke frome the smoke that i blaze
Purple haze you be dazed in a stun
I'll put you on your back nigga what?
I am the guess in a doggy dogg world
Never run with muss only nuts in their click
And dick in your mouth
The year is 95 and i'm runnin the house
Now tell what can you do nigga what can you do
If me and a few of my homies came through
Dummpin real on you trickmade bitchmade niggas
What could you do what could you do if we rolled on you

Yaa so dont even think about stepin in the god damn house
Dr. dre straight busta neva broke a law in his life
Besides beating up ricky harris's wife
Haha snoop dogg from a high top fade to sportin braids
Now he's laid fame no fourtune and getting played not payed
Played
Treated like a prostitute and we all know who's doin the pimpin daz dont
Be a followa be a leader and stay off the nexts mans nuts
Kurupt the king ping stick with the 60's
Cause you dont need those other hoes cause they're
About to go up in ya but only you let um
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
Death row really doe
Babyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy bang ahhhh

[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

... [eazy] ... [e]
... [eazy] ... [e]
[padapapow] [eazy] [padapapow] [e]
[padapapow] [eazy] [padapapow] [e] (keeps on repeating)

Verse one:

It's that man comin up from that land of tha c-p-t
("what's my motherfuckin name?" - snoop) eazy-e
Comin thru with a big lick for '94
Showin alla y'all them true-ass gangsta flows
So bow-wow bow-wow the big dog's in town
And them guts is the only thing a nigga pound
Laid back as i blow a fat sack
Hittin switches for them bitches, hittin corners in a cadillac
So take a ride on tha ruthless side
With the e to the a-z-y
That nigga makin more off yo hits than you do
You fools, need to recognize this crew when i roll through
Tryin to speak up on tha og, nigga you don't know me
Break em off these nuts lil wanna-be
Cause i peel caps if need be
And ain't nothin you gonna bring don't see me
Just tah let u know...

Chorus: repeat 2x

One more time for the rhyme again
Comin from the c-o-m-p-t-o-n
Just tah let u know
Just tah let u know

Verse two:

It's the e comin up from the gank
So nigga let me ride all the way to the bank
Coz ain't nuthin on my mind but the gips
Gotta have a grip, run a nigga dip
Back to the pass on the compton streetz
Where the niggaz get beat when us gangstas meet
And fools gettin mad coz they can't ride like i ride
Front n back, dippin side to side
And it's been like that since i was a bg
"it's the e," that's what they scream when they see me
Mama said every day is like this
Fools screamin that i put em in a twist
Thought you had it bad, isn't really all good
If the homies only knew in the hood
That you was gettin done like a two dollar hoe
It's just a lil something from the e tah let u know...

Chorus

Verse three:

It's still the c-p-t, nuthin more, nuthin less
On a quest to put that bomb in my chest
Coz them busta-ass niggaz can't see what i'm sayin
They think the e be playin [what ?]
But i ain't givin up nuthin but this glock in yo mouth
So recognize that and get yo punk ass knocked out
So if you wanna ride nigga jump on in
Sip a cup o' gin. ain't no friends when it come to ends
So no hard feelings when you niggaz be dealin
With the original compton criminal
Coz the only thing poppin is a snaps
And ain't no fun when a nigga be tap perhaps
But a nigga like the e ain't trippin though
I'm just here tah let u niggaz know...

[chorus]

[insert:]
You have your own freedom of choice
So you do what the fuck you feel like doin
Take it from me, that streetwise motherfucker named eazy e

[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