Sokakların Gerçekliği: Bir Dönüm Noktasının Anatomisi

Müzik dünyasında bazı albümler sadece seslerden oluşmaz; onlar, bir dönemin toplumsal yankısı, öfkenin sanata dönüşmüş hali ve filtrelenmemiş bir gerçeklik manifestosudur. 1988 yılında piyasaya sürülen bu çalışma, müzik tarihinde sert bir çizgi çekerek kendi kurallarını koyan, dinleyiciyi konfor alanından çıkarıp doğrudan betonun soğuk gerçekliğine fırlatan bir başyapıttır.

Bu albüm, sadece bir müzik projesi değil; bir bölgenin, bir yaşam biçiminin ve o bölgede hayatta kalma mücadelesinin en çıplak halidir. Teknik açıdan yoğun beatler, sert prodüksiyon ve tavizsiz lirik yapısıyla, müzik dünyasında yeni bir dilin temelini atmıştır.

## Albüm Künyesi

 * **Sanatçı/Grup:** N.W.A

 * **Albüm Adı:** Straight Outta Compton

 * **Çıkış Yılı:** 1988

## Şarkı Şarkı Analiz

### Straight Outta Compton

 * **Ana Tema:** Aidiyet, meydan okuma ve bölgeyi temsil etme gücü.

 * **Lirik Analizi:** Albümün giriş parçası, grubun kimliğini ve kökenlerini ilan eden bir bildiri gibidir. Sokak dilinin ham halini kullanan lirikler, dinleyiciyi doğrudan grubun dünyasına çeker. "Sokak bilgisinin gücüne tanıklık edeceksiniz" ifadesiyle başlayan parça, bölgenin sert yaşam koşullarını bir güç gösterisi olarak yansıtır.

### Fuck The Police

 * **Ana Tema:** Otoriteye karşı duyulan öfke ve sistem eleştirisi.

 * **Lirik Analizi:** Albümün en tartışmalı ve vurucu parçasıdır. Bir mahkeme kurgusu içerisinde, güvenlik güçlerinin tavrına karşı doğrudan ve sert bir eleştiri sunar. Eşitsizlik, ayrımcılık ve gücün kötüye kullanımı üzerine inşa edilen lirikler, toplumsal adaletsizliğin yarattığı derin öfkeyi gözler önüne serer.

### Gangsta Gangsta

 * **Ana Tema:** Sokak hayatının kaçınılmaz sertliği ve gerçeklik.

 * **Lirik Analizi:** Bu şarkı, sokak yaşamının bir tercih değil, bir zorunluluk haline geldiği anları işler. "Gerçeklik" kavramına vurgu yaparak, dışarıdan izleyenlerin anlamakta güçlük çektiği kaotik yaşamın bir gününü detaylandırır. Şiddetin günlük hayatın bir parçası haline geldiği, sert bir anlatımla sunulur.

### If It Ain't Ruff

 * **Ana Tema:** Güç gösterisi ve söz ustalığı.

 * **Lirik Analizi:** Şarkı, sözlerin keskinliğini ve performansın ham gücünü ön plana çıkarır. Bir "kötü adam" karakterinin kendi dünyasındaki üstünlüğünü ve rakiplerine karşı takındığı tavizsiz duruşu anlatır. Kelime oyunları ve ritmik akış, karakterin kendine olan sarsılmaz güvenini yansıtır.

### Parental Discretion Iz Advised

 * **Ana Tema:** Sansürsüz ifade ve bireysel duruş.

 * **Lirik Analizi:** Albümün genelinde hakim olan "yetişkin içerik" uyarısını bir kimlik haline getirir. Toplumun genel geçer doğrularına değil, kendi gerçeklerine odaklanan sanatçılar, hiçbir filtrenin sözlerinin keskinliğini azaltamayacağını vurgular.

### 8 Ball (Remix)

 * **Ana Tema:** Yaşam tarzı ve kişisel özgürlük arayışı.

 * **Lirik Analizi:** Günlük hayatın sıkıntılarını unutmak için aranan çıkış yollarına odaklanır. Eğlence, isyan ve sokak kültürü arasındaki ince çizgiyi işlerken, sanatçının bu ortamdaki konumunu eğlenceli ama bir o kadar da sert bir dille açıklar.

### Something Like That

 * **Ana Tema:** Prodüksiyonun gücü ve grubun kolektif kimliği.

 * **Lirik Analizi:** Şarkı, albümdeki prodüksiyon tekniklerine ve grubun kendi içindeki dinamiklerine odaklanır. Müziğin nasıl inşa edildiğini ve bu grubun diğerlerinden farkını ortaya koyan, kendinden emin bir manifesto niteliğindedir.

### Express Yourself

 * **Ana Tema:** Özgünlük ve sanatsal dürüstlük.

 * **Lirik Analizi:** Albümün en felsefi parçalarından biridir. Başkalarının beklentilerine göre değil, kişinin kendi doğrularına göre hareket etmesi gerektiğini savunur. "Düşüncelerinizi ifade edin" mesajı, sadece müziğe değil, hayata dair bir duruşun temsilidir.

### Compton's N The House

 * **Ana Tema:** Bölgesel gurur ve sahteciliğe karşı duruş.

 * **Lirik Analizi:** Şarkı, grubun doğup büyüdüğü yeri sahiplenmesini anlatırken, aynı zamanda o bölgeyi taklit etmeye çalışan dış çevrelere karşı sert bir tepki verir. Sadece bir yere ait olmanın, o yerin tüm zorluklarını ve gerçeklerini yaşamakla mümkün olduğunu vurgular.

### I Ain't Tha 1

 * **Ana Tema:** İlişkilerde güç dinamikleri ve manipülasyona karşı duruş.

 * **Lirik Analizi:** Maddi çıkar odaklı ilişkilere karşı net bir duruş sergiler. Kişisel sınırların korunması ve manipülasyona izin verilmemesi üzerine kurulan lirikler, sanatçının günlük ilişkilerdeki tavrını ve "kullanılmaya karşı" gösterdiği refleksi anlatır.

### Dopeman (Remix)

 * **Ana Tema:** Bağımlılığın yıkıcı etkileri ve sokak ekonomisi.

 * **Lirik Analizi:** Sokak kültürünün en karanlık yanını, uyuşturucu ticaretini mercek altına alır. Bir yandan bu ticaretin getirdiği geçici zenginliği, diğer yandan bu zenginliğin çevreye ve insanlara verdiği kalıcı zararı bir ibret hikayesi gibi aktarır.

### Quiet On Tha Set

 * **Ana Tema:** Profesyonellik ve sahne hakimiyeti.

 * **Lirik Analizi:** Albümün kapanışına doğru, sanatçının kendi dünyasındaki "yönetmen" kimliğini ön plana çıkarır. Her şeyin bir kurgu olduğunu ama bu kurgunun tamamen kendi gerçekliğine dayandığını hatırlatan, otoriter ve güçlü bir final parçasıdır.

### Something 2 Dance 2

 * **Ana Tema:** Ritim ve enerji.

 * **Lirik Analizi:** Albümün en hafif, ritme dayalı ve dans odaklı şarkısıdır. Sert sözlerin ardından gelen bu parça, tüm bu anlattıklarının bir "müzik" olduğu gerçeğini hatırlatarak, dinleyiciye rahatlayıp müziğin ritmine kapılması için alan bırakır.

N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton" Albüm Şarkı Sözleri (1988)

"Straight Outta Compton"

You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge

[Verse 1 - Ice Cube:]

Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube

From the gang called Niggas 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 fuck 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 motherfucker 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 fuck with me

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

Cause Ice Cube is crazy as fuck

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 2 - MC Ren:]

Straight outta Compton, another crazy ass nigga

More punks I smoke, yo, my rep gets bigger

I'm a bad motherfucker and you know this

But the pussy ass niggaz don't show this

But I don't give a fuck, I'm a 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 motherfucker in a minute

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

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

I'm a call you a bitch or dirty-ass ho

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

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

A crazy muthafucker from tha street

Attitude legit cause I'm tearin up shit

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 raw

See, cause 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 nigga 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 3 - Eazy-E:]

... straight outta Compton

Is a brotha that'll smother yo' mother

And make ya sister think I love her

Dangerous motherfucker raises hell

And if I ever get caught I make bail

See, I don't give a fuck, 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 nigga drivin

But don't know where the fuck 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 bitch who got shot? Fuck her!

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

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

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

Word to the motherfucker, straight outta Compton

[Chorus]

(City of Compton, City of Compton)

(Damn that shit was dope!)

☆☆☆☆☆

"Fuck The Police"

[MC Ren as Court Officer]

Right about now, N.W.A. court is in full effect

Judge Dre presiding

In the case of N.W.A. vs. the Police Department;

prosecuting attorneys are MC Ren, Ice Cube, and Eazy-motherfucking-E

[Dr. Dre as The Judge]

Order, order, order

Ice Cube, take the motherfucking stand

Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth to help your black ass?

[Ice Cube as Witness]

You goddamn right!

[Dr. Dre]

Well won't you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say?

[Ice Cube]

Fuck the police coming straight from the underground

A young nigga got it bad 'cause I'm brown

And not the other color so police think

they have the authority to kill a minority

Fuck that shit, 'cause I ain't the one

for a punk motherfucker with a badge and a gun

to be beating on, and thrown in jail

We can go toe to toe in the middle of a cell

Fucking with me 'cause I'm a teenager

with a little bit of gold and a pager

Searching my car, looking for the product

Thinking every nigga is selling narcotics

You'd rather see, me in the pen

than me and Lorenzo rolling in a Benz-o

Beat a police out of shape

and when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape

To tape off the scene of the slaughter

Still getting swoll off bread and water

I don't know if they fags or what

Search a nigga down, and grabbing his nuts

And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none

But don't let it be a black and a white one

'Cause they'll slam ya down to the street top

Black police showing out for the white cop

Ice Cube will swarm

on any motherfucker in a blue uniform

Just 'cause I'm from, the CPT

Punk police are afraid of me!

HUH, a young nigga on the warpath

And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath

of cops, dying in L.A.

Yo Dre, I got something to say

Fuck the police [4x]

Example of scene one

[Cop] Pull your goddamn ass over right now

[NWA] Aww shit, now what the fuck you pulling me over for?

[Cop] 'Cause I feel like it! Just sit your ass on the curb and shut the fuck up

[NWA] Man, fuck this shit

[Cop] Aight smartass, I'm taking your black ass to jail!

[Dr. Dre]

MC Ren, will you please give your testimony to the jury about this fucked-up incident?

[MC Ren]

Fuck the police and Ren said it with authority

because the niggas on the street is a majority

A gang is with whoever I'm stepping

and the motherfucking weapon is kept in

a stash box for the so-called law

Wishing Ren was a nigga that they never saw

Lights start flashing behind me

But they're scared of a nigga

so they mace me to blind me

But that shit don't work, I just laugh

because it gives em a hint, not to step in my path

For police, I'm saying, "Fuck you punk!"

Reading my rights and shit, it's all junk

Pulling out a silly club, so you stand

with a fake-ass badge and a gun in your hand

But take off the gun so you can see what's up

And we'll go at it punk, and I'mma fuck you up!

Make you think I'mma kick your ass

but drop your gat, and Ren's gonna blast

I'm sneaky as fuck when it comes to crime

But I'mma smoke 'em now and not next time

Smoke any motherfucker that sweats me

or any asshole that threatens me

I'm a sniper with a hell of a scope

Taking out a cop or two, they can't cope with me

The motherfucking villain that's mad

With potential to get bad as fuck

So I'mma turn it around

Put in my clip, yo, and this is the sound

Yeah, something like that

but it all depends on the size of the gat

Taking out a police, would make my day

But a nigga like Ren don't give a fuck to say

Fuck the police [4x]

[NWA] Yeah man, what you need?

[Cop] Police, open now

[NWA] Aww shit

[Cop] We have a warrant for Eazy-E's arrest

[Cop] Get down and put your hands up where I can see 'em (Move motherfucker, move now!)

[NWA] What the fuck did I do, man what did I do?

[Cop] Just shut the fuck up and get your motherfucking ass on the floor (You heard the man, shut the fuck up!)

[NWA] But I didn't do shit

[Cop] Man just shut the fuck up!

[Dr. Dre]

Eazy-E, won't you step up to the stand and tell the jury how you feel about this bullshit?

[Eazy-E]

I'm tired of the motherfucking jacking

Sweating my gang, while I'm chilling in the shack, and

shining the light in my face, and for what?

Maybe it's because I kick so much butt

I kick ass, or maybe 'cause I blast

on a stupid-ass nigga

when I'm playing with the trigger

of an Uzi or an AK

'Cause the police always got something stupid to say

They put out my picture with silence

'Cause my identity by itself causes violence

The E with the criminal behavior

Yeah, I'm a gangster, but still I got flavor

Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?

A sucker in a uniform waiting to get shot

by me or another nigga

And with a gat it don't matter if he's smaller or bigger

([MC Ren:] Size ain't shit, he's from the old school fool)

And as you all know, E's here to rule

Whenever I'm rolling, keep looking in the mirror

And ears on cue, yo, so I can hear a

dumb motherfucker with a gun

And if I'm rolling off the 8, he'll be the one

that I take out, and then get away

While I'm driving off laughing this is what I'll say

Fuck the police [4x]

The verdict

[Dre] The jury has found you guilty of being a redneck, white bread, chickenshit motherfucker

[Cop] Wait, that's a lie! That's a goddamn lie!

[Dre] Get him out of here!

[Cop] I want justice!

[Dre] Get him the fuck out my face!

[Cop] I want justice!

[Dre] Out, right now!

[Cop] Fuck you, you black motherfuckers!

Fuck the police! [3x]

☆☆☆☆☆

"Gangsta Gangsta"

[Krazy D + Eazy-E (Dr. Dre):]

[Sirens]

Ah shit. Man, them pinche black gangstas are at it again

I wonder who they fucked up today?

[Screeching Tires]

You motherfucker!

[Machine Gun Fire]

(Got him)

[Police + MC Ren]

Pull over to the side right now

Man, fuck them motherfuckers!

[Eazy-E + Sample:]

Yo, Dre! Give me a funky-ass bassline!

Right here!

[Ice Cube:]

Here's a little somethin' about a nigga like me

Never should've been let out the penitentiary

Ice Cube would like to say

That I'm a crazy mothafucka from around the way

Since I was a youth, I smoked weed out

Now I'm the mothafucka that you 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 toothless

And then you say: "Goddamn, they ruthless!"

Everywhere we go they say: "Damn!"

N.W.A's fuckin' up the program

And then you realize we don't care

We don’t just say no, we’re too busy sayin', "Yeah!"

About drinkin' straight out the eight bottle

Do I look like a mothafuckin' role model?

To a kid lookin' up to me

Life ain't nothin' but bitches and money

'Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last

If you fuck with 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'?

[MC Ren + Sample:]

Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin'

It's not about a salary, it's all about reality

Gangsta, Gangsta!

Hopin' you sophisticated motherfuckers

Hear what I have to say

[Ice Cube:]

When me and my posse stepped in the house

All the punk-ass niggas start breakin' out

'Cause you know, they know what’s up

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 nothin' but a dyke

Suddenly I see some niggas that I don't like

Walked over to 'em, and said, "What's up?"

The first nigga that I saw, hit him in the jaw

Ren started stompin' him, 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' niggas out with a flurry of buck shots

Boom, boom, boom! Yeah, I was gunnin'

And then you look, all you see is niggas 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 with 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'?

[MC Ren + Sample:]

Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin'

It's not about a salary, it's all about reality

Gangsta, Gangsta

He'll tell you exactly how he feel

And don't want a fuckin' thing back

[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 niggas 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 nothin' at all

Ice Cube'll go stupid when I'm full of eight ball

I might stumble, but still 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 with me, I'll put my foot in your ass

I don't give a fuck, 'cause I keep bailin'

Yo, what the fuck are they yellin'?

[Dr. Dre + MC Ren (The Jimmy Castor Bunch):]

Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut this shit!

Man, what'cha gon' do now?

(What we're gonna do right here is go way back)

How far you goin' back? (Way back)

"As we go a lil' somethin' like this"—hit it!

[Ice Cube:]

Here's a little gangsta, short in size

A t-shirt and Levi's is his only disguise

Built like a tank, yet hard to hit

Ice Cube and Eazy-E cold runnin' shit

[Eazy-E:]

Well, I'm Eazy-E, the one they're talkin' about

Nigga tried to roll the dice and just crapped out

Police tried to roll, so it's time to go

I creeped away real slow and jumped in the six-fo'

With the "diamond in the back, sun-roof top"

Diggin' the scene with the gangsta lean

'Cause I'm the E, I don't slang or bang

I just smoke motherfuckers like it ain't no thang

And all you bitches, you know I'm talkin' to you

"We want to fuck you, Eazy," I want to fuck you too

Because you see, I don’t really take no shit

So let me tell you motherfuckers who you're fuckin' with

'Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last

If you fuck with me, I'll put a foot in your ass

I don't give a fuck, 'cause I keep bailin'

Yo, what the fuck are they yellin'?

[MC Ren + Sample:]

Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin'

It's not about a salary, it's all about reality

Gangsta, Gangsta

He'll fuck up you and yours

And anything that gets in his way

Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin'

It's not about a salary, it's all about reality

Gangsta, Gangsta

He'll just call you a low-life motherfucker

And talk about yo' funky ways

☆☆☆☆☆

"If It Ain't Ruff"

[MC Ren:]

Ren is the villain and you're just an hostage

So whenever I'm steppin' cover your head like an ostrich

Groupies been waitin' for this, suckers been hatin for this

You know why? Because so many are relatin' to this

Jealous is how they feel it intentionally

But they start to love it because I made it eventually

Pumpin' the music I keep the music like pumpin'

Cause Ren ain't in here for nothin', I keep the average crowd jumpin'

Yo, you know the color, the villain's in black

Always down to make noise, and attack

So you better get back unless you wanna come with it

And make your face like a target and close your eyes when I hit it

You're screamin' with fear but it's with fear that you're screamin'

You're wakin up in a sweat cause Ren is givin' bad dreams and

I'm not schemin', I'm just tellin the facts

That's how it is when N.W.A. starts to jack

So brothers that wanna scrap with me

That sweezin' and sneezin' will have to lap with me

Especially beggin' to write some lyrics with me

I just snatch your girl to take a nap with me

Cause when it comes to Ren there's no comparison

And if you try to be me, it's quite embarrassin'

But I understand cause you're mentally slow

Cause I can tell from the jump you're too nervous to go

If it ain't' ruff, it ain't me [scratch]

(The gangsta's black and he's about to attack)

If it ain't ruff, it ain't me [scratch]

Lemme bust a freestyle there (Alright then)

I can tell that you're afraid to fight me

Simple because you lost the crowd and they had to invite me

Because your sweat is a puddle but there's a puddle o' sweat

I'm a threat, so get a cold rag and wipe your neck

And clean the dirt off your face that causes acne

It's ridiculous thinkin' that you can jack me

This is the round where the punch will go

Into your H-E-A-D; that's known as a blow

I'm makin a point but it's a point that I'm makin

Like, see, I'm hatin' the fakin' I keep the suckers like shakin'

Scared to speak with a thought when they're chosen

The sound of my voice in their ear and they're frozen

This is a battle to the death, it's like the same ol'

Against a brother on a tip, with a Kangol

Givin' a pain but it's with pain that I'm givin

But I'm comparin' and tearin' em but I'm makin a livin'

With the hype of a nine volt battery

And the odds for me to conquer is averagely good

Meanin' I'mma flow

I'm from the streets so, yo, I'm ready to go

If it ain't ruff, it ain't me (Yo Ren)

[Tha gangsta's black and he's about to attack]

If it ain't ruff, it ain't me

(Man whatcha gonna do now?) Get funky

The 'do not disturb' sign is in effect

While I'm thinkin of a fool to select

To give the victim the verdict so for the verdict a victim

Slammin' my vocals on a dance with the rest then I kick them

Tell 'em they're guilty, and peep out the bailer

And get a new track o' drums so I can play with

Percussion, pumpin' it loud when I perform

Yo, you wanna play in my game, put on a uniform

It ain't a rule in the book you have to go by

Hey, cause when it comes to cheatin', yo, you should know I

For fear in the hearts cause it's the hearts full of fear

Coz what you hear in your ear is something funky and clear

The Hulk was incredible yo but Ren he was super

But now I'm ruthless, a civilian and not a trooper

But a soldier with a top rankin

Givin' dope material, the hell with the gankin'

So play like an airplane and just jet

And keep your blood pressure low cause I'm a threat, if not

I'm afraid of the show

That you're a sucker and you're too nervous to go

If it ain't ruff, it ain't me (Yo Ren)

[The gangsta's black and he's about to attack]

If it ain't ruff, it ain't me (Yo Ren)

(The gangsta's black) If it ain't, if it ain't

[scratching]

☆☆☆☆☆

"Parental Discretion Iz Advised"

(feat. The D.O.C.)

[Dr. Dre]

One, two, three, kick it

[The D.O.C.]

Aiyyo Dre, what's goin on man? What's goin on?

Ay what ch'all gonna do for this last record?

Nah tell me what cha'all gonna do?

Okay, you want me to do the intro? Aight!

Parental discretion is advised for the moment

While I'm getting candid, now understand it

Ain't too typical in any way, though the pro

on the mic is the D.O. to the C. this is an intro

I know the DOC makes you want to take a valium

So buy a bucket cause upcomin is my album

And for the record, meanin my record, check it

Listen to the single and you'll be like, yo, I gotta get it

But in the meantime, listen to the rhyme

of the Dr. Dre, played wit N.W.A.

Yella's on the drum roll, rockin the beat

Aiyyo Dre, where's you gonna take this shit man?

[Dr. Dre]

Aiyyo, let's take it to the street (WORD UP!)

Let 'em understand perfection

Let knowledge be the tool for suckers to stop guessin

Cause I don't give a fuck about a radio play

Observed the english I display

Lyrics for the adults, children have been barred

and scarred from listenin to somethin so motherfuckin HARD

Dope, pumpin that's so my shit will never falter

Yo it's Dre so fuck the "Mind of Minolta"

Psycho, like no, other motherfucker

So step to me wrong, G-O for what you N-O

But be warned, never will I leave like a regular

Cause I'm a little better than the regular competitor

I use to see 'em on stage

Earnin money like a thief, but without a guage

Until I got full, of clockin the lame gettin pull

(They said you wasn't gon' get paid)

Nah that's bullshit! They like it stylistic

And I enchant the crowd like I'm a mystic

(C-C-C-C) C-C-C-cameras are flashin, when I'm in action

A photo, or fresh with a flair for fashion

Pure simplicity, see it's elementary

You hear one of the hardest motherfuckers this century

Try to comprise a word to the wise and the guys

Parental discretion is advised

[MC Ren]

Ren is most extremely high performance

The black hat cause I worn this, cause it's like enormous

Some shit I don't take it, not even in a toliet

And shit from a sucker, put in a pot and I'll boil it

Turn up the pilot as it burns

And maybe, the motherfuckers will learn

I'm not a sub, cause I speak sensible

Not considered a prince, cause I'm a principal

I'm engineerin; the shit that you're hearin

Cause when it comes to power, I'm power steerin

Silly you say, I say you're silly when you say it

Rushin to the eject, to put my shit in and play it

It's like Apollo, but I'm not an amateur

And I'm not givin a fuck, while I'm damagin ya

It's for the record; so Ren's lyrics is gonna spin it

And if there was a trophy involved, I'll win it

Possession is mine and I'm the holder

Cause a nigga like Ren don't give a fuck cause I'm older

So for you to step off would be wise

And say fuck it, parental discretion is advised

[Ice Cube]

I be what is known as a bandit

You gotta hand it to me when you truly understand it

Cause if you fail to see, read it in braile

It'll still be funky -- so what's next is the flex

of a genius, my rapid-stutter-steppin if you seen this

dope, you hope that I don't really mean this

But if played, made the grade or high-top fade

It's not my trademark when I get loose in the dark

You guess it was a test of a different style

It's just another motherfucker on the pile

Drivin your ass with the flow of your tongue

You hung yourself short, the after-knowledge was brung

to your attention, by the hardest motherfuckin artist

that is know for lynchin any sucker in a minute

Stagger 'em all

When I start flowin like Niagara Falls

Ice Cube is equipped to rip shit in a battle

Move like a snake when I'm mad; and then my tail rattle

I get low on the flow so let your kids know

When I bust, parental discretion is a must

[Eazy-E]

Little did they know, that I would be arrivin

And it's surprisin, rockin it from where I been

But it's the E here to take, no mistake to be made

in the trade where funky ass records are bein played

Fuck the regular, yo as I get better the

bitches wanna trick and go stupid up on the dick

So I get 'em hot, thinkin they're gonna get it

As they sit, rubbin their legs like a cricket

To you it may be funny, but

there's no service of beef, without money

So slip the C-note, and you can choke

on a wing-ding-ding-a-ling down your throat

Foreplay; to me ain't shit

When you spread 'em I'm ready, then you can get the dick

of the Eaze, if you can deal with the size

But if you can't, parental discretion's advised! [echoes]

[bass guitar and piano solo for a minute]

[Unknown voice at the end after band breaks down]

Shut the fuck up!!

☆☆☆☆☆

"8 Ball (Remix)"

[Flavor Flav] "Kick that shit!"

[scratched] "City of Compton!"

[scratched] "City of Compton!" [echoes]

Cool kickin ass [scratch] cool kickin ass [scratch]

Cool kickin ass [scratch] "Kich that shit!"

[Rakim] "Pull up a chair.." [echoes]

[Verse One: Eazy-E]

I don't drink brass monkey, like to be funky

Nickname Eazy-E yo' 8 ball junkie

Bass drum kickin, to show my shit

Rappin holdin my dick boy, I don't quit

Crowd rockin motherfucker from around the way

I got a six-shooter, yo' mean I'm brave

Rollin through the hood, to find the boys

to kick dust and cuss, crank up some noise

Police on my drawers, I have to pause

40 ounce in my lap and it's freezin my balls

I hook a right turn and let the boys go past

then 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 whompin

Cruisin through the Eastside, 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 holdin

Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin

I, was.. "Cool kickin ass"

I, was.. "Raised in L.A."

[Eazy] I, was.. "Cruisin down the street in my six-fo'"

[Flavor Flav] "Too, much, posse!"

[Verse Two: Eazy-E]

Ridin on Slausson lookin for 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 tilt 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 nigga 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 holdin

Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin

"Fuck it up y'all!" [x6]

[Beastie Boys] "YEAH!!!", [guitar riff]

[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 party, I was drunk as hell

Three bitches already said, "Eric yo' breath smells!"

40 ounce in hand, that's what I got

"Yo man you see Eazy earlin in the parkin lot?"

Stepped on your foot, cold dissed yo' hoe

Asked her to dance and she said, "Hell no!"

Called her a bitch cause that's the rule

"Bitch, who you callin a bitch?!"

Boys in the hood tryin to keep me cool

You tell my homeboy you wanna kick my butt

I walked in your face and we get 'em up

I start droppin the dogs, and wathc you fold

Just dumb full of cum, got knocked out cold

"Made you look sick you snotty-nosed prick!

Now your fly bitch is all over his dick!"

Punk got dropped cause the title I'm holdin

Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin

[Flavor Flav] "Stomp a mudhole in your ass!"

[Flav] "Stomp a mudhole in your ass, BITCH!"

[Verse Four: Eazy-E]

Pass the brew motherfucker while I tear shit up

and y'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 god damn funky

Do the Olde 8, fuck the brass monkey

Ice Cube writes the rhymes, that I say

Hail to the niggaz from C.I.A.

Crazy D is down and in effect

We make hardcore jams, so fuck respect

Make a toast punky-punk to the title I'm holdin

Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin

[scratched] "City of Compton!"

[scratched] "City of Compton!" [echoes]

[scratched] "City of Compton!" [scratched to end]

☆☆☆☆☆

"Something Like That"

[Dre] Ah yeah, yo Ren, yo ready to do this shit ?

[Ren] Yeah, Dre, let's rip shit up

[Dre] Hey, yo Yella Boy, why don't you kick me one of them

funky beats ?

[Ren] Yo, we got my homeboy Eazy E in the house

[Dre] Compton's definately in the house. Yo Ren, whatta we gonna

call this ? Tell'em what yo name is ?

[Ren] Yeah something like that

[Dre] Allright, let's kick this shit on the one

Kick it

[Ren]

Back by demand, now it's big as fuck

because you as the public, you should know what's up

"Compton's in the House" was more than gold, it was a hit

cause it was based on some crazy shit

So our final conclusion has been permitted

Punks made us a target and knew that we'd hit it

But that was a part of showbizz

[Dre]

Hey yo homeboy, why don't you tell'em what your name is ?

[Ren (Dre)]

Well for the record it's Ren, and for the street it's villain

And strapped with a gat, it's more like Matt Dillon

on "Gunsmoke", but not a man of the law

I'm just the baddest motherfucker that you ever saw

See, I peep and then I creep on a fool

Get my bloodpressure high but still stay cool

Dig a grave of a nigga lookin' up to me

that really had the nerve that he could fuck with me

Who was the man in the mass, while I was waitin' to axe

you know, it's MC Ren kickin' mucho ass

Gettin' respect in showbizz

Hey yo homeboy (Whassup ?) Why don't you tell'em what yo name is ?

[Dre]

Dre, the motherfuckin' doctor, bitch hopper

The sucker-motherfucker stopper

Back with a vocal track that's a fresh one

so now, let's get the motherfuckin' session

goin', flowin'. It's time to start throwin'

rhymes. So keep in mind all the suckers I'm blowin'

cause I'm a start showin' the time

Never sayin' I'm the best and just goin' for mine

Unlike a lotta suckers who claim they're gettin' busy

when their records only make good frisbees

You need to stop runnin' off the mouth

Stop and think before you put some whack bullshit out

It's not difficult, in fact it's kinda simple

to create something funky that's original

You need to talk about the place to be

who you are, what you got, about a suck MC

[Dre] Oh yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about, Ren,

You know what I'm sayin' ?

[Ren] Yeah, I know what you're sayin', Dre, but you

still ain't told'em enough, man

[Dre] Allright, Allright

Well, let's kick one more verse right here, allright

Kick it

[Dre & Ren]

This is portable, something to fuck with yo ear

Ren and Dre will appear when the sound is clear

to fuck it up like we always do, and that's the trick

Sayin' some shit to make the bitches wanna suck our dicks

But it's an everyday thang

communicating to y'all with the Compton slang

Compton's back in the house and your appartment

so open your door, by the way, so we can start it

Test the monitors and call this mic

cause the way we feel, we're gonna fuck it up tonight

I got my mic in my hand, with a hell of a grip

Bitches screamin' and shit, now it's a trip

Waitin' for the grand finale, or the end

or stupid rhymes set be Dre and Ren

Well, like a kid, we get new shoes and go faster

Smilin', like hell, as we move past the

suckers, the motherfuckers with the ego hype

cause we're positive and they're on a negative type

and if think we're about to quit...

motherfucker you ain't heard shit

[Dre] Yeah, that shit was funky, you know what I'm sayin', Ren ?

[Ren] I know what you're sayin', this is MC Ren and Dr.Dre

cold kickin' it in the place

[Dre] Ah yeah, my mellow Eazy E in the house

Yella Boy in the house

my boy Ice Cube

Arabian Prince cold rockin' shit

[Ren] Oh yeah, hey, I'm a say whassup to my homeboys from CNW

[Dre] Yeah, hey, yo Ren, whatta we gonna call this shit ?

Tell'em what yo name is ?

[Ren] Yeah something like that...

☆☆☆☆☆

"Express Yourself"

[Dr. Dre:]

Yo, man... There's a lot of brothers out there flakin' and perpetrating

But scared to kick reality.

[Ice Cube:]

Man, you've been doing all this dope producing.

You had a chance to show 'em what time it is...

[Dr. Dre:]

So, what you want me to do?

Express yourself...

[Dr. Dre:]

I'm expressin' with my full capabilities,

And now I'm livin' in correctional facilities,

'Cause some don't agree with how I do this.

I get straight, meditate like a Buddhist

I'm droppin' flava, my behaviour is hereditary,

But my technique is very necessary.

Blame it on Ice Cube... Because he says it gets funky

When you got a subject and a predicate.

Add it on a dope beat

And that'll make you think.

Some suckers just tickle me pink

To my stomach. 'Cause they don't flow like this one.

You know what? I won't hesitate to dis one

Or two before I'm through.

So don't try to sing this!

Some drop science

While I'm droppin' English.

Even if Yella

Makes it a-capella

I still express, yo, I don't smoke weed or a sess.

'Cause its known to give a brother brain damage.

And brain damage on the mic don't manage

Nothin'

But makin' a sucker and you equal.

Don't be another sequel...

Express yourself...

Express yourself...

Come on and do it...

Express yourself...

Express yourself...

Come on and do it...

Now, gettin' back to the PG.

That's program, and it's easy.

Dre is back. Newjacks, I mean hollow,

Expressin' ain't their subject

Because they like to follow

The words, the style, the trend,

The records I spin.

Again and again and again

Yo, you on the other end.

Watch a brother playin' dope rhymes with no help.

There's no fessin' and guessing

While I'm expressing myself.

It's crazy to see people be

What society wants them to be. But not me!

Ruthless...

Is the way to go

They know.

Others say rhymes that fail

To be original.

Or they kill where the hip-hop starts,

Forget about the ghetto

And rap for the pop charts.

Some musicians curse at home

But scared to use profanity

When up on the microphone.

Yeah, they want reality.

But you won't hear none.

They rather exaggerate, a little fiction.

Some say no to drugs and take a stand,

But after the show they go lookin' for the dopeman.

Or they ban my group from the radio.

Hear NWA and say "Hell no! ".

But you know it ain't all about wealth.

As long as you make a note to...

Express yourself...

Express yourself...

Come on and do it...

Express yourself...

Express yourself...

Come on and do it...

Express yourself...

From the heart.

'Cause if you wanna start to move up the chart

Then expression is a big part of it.

You ain't efficient when you flow

You ain't swift, movin' like a tortoise.

Full of rigor mortis.

There's a little bit more to show

I got rhymes in my mind, and better like an embryo.

Or a lesson - all of 'em expression

And if you start fessin' -

I got a Smith and Wessun

For you.

I might ignore your record

Because it has no bottom.

I get loose in the summer. When in spring and autumn

It's Dre on the mic, gettin' physical.

Doin' the job

NWA is the lynch mob!

Yes, I'm a cob?

But you know you need this.

And the knowledge is growin'

Just like a fetus, or a tumor.

But here's the rumor:

Dre is in the neighborhood

And he's up to no good.

When I start expressin' myself,

Yella, slam it!

'Cause if I stay funky like this I'm doin' damage.

Or I'm a be too hyped,

And need a straight jacket.

I got knowledge and other suckers lack it.

So, when you see Dre, a DJ on the mic,

Ask what it's like.

It's like we gettin' hype tonight.

'Cause if I strike

It ain't for your good health.

But I won't strike if you just...

Express yourself...

Express yourself...

Come on and do it...

Express yourself...

Express yourself...

Come on and do it...

Express yourself...

Come on and do it...

Come on and do it...

Come on and do it...

Come on and do it... [music fades]

☆☆☆☆☆

"Compton's N The House"

Ah yeah, right about now Compton's in de mothafuckin' house (yeah do it do it)

NWA's in full effect

Hey yo yella boy, kick me that funky-ass beat

Yeah, who's in de mothafuckin' house?

Compton's in the mothafuckin' house!

Yeah, Compton's definetly in the house

Hey yo Ren, what we're gonna do?

[MC Ren]

To the people over here

To the people out there

To the people, the people, the people, people, the people, people

From everywhere watching the show

Paying top dolars because they know

When we're on the stage, we're in a mothafuckin' range

So Dre, why don't you get the 12 guage (yeah)

And show 'em how Eazy-Duz-It

So if you punks wanna make somethin' of it

Step up, run up, get up, what's up sucker

You want some of this?

Then you're a stupid mothafucka!

Kickin' - like the kick from a kickdrum

Yella boy on the drum gettin' dumb

Programmin' - a beat that's hittin'

And if you listen then you know we're not bullshittin'

Dope - like a pound or a key

So shut de fuck up and listen to me

I make these killings

I got money to the ceiling (why's that?)

Cuz I'm a mothafuckin' ruthless villain

MC Ren - stamping any fool in my way

With some help from my homeboy Dre

[Dr. Dre]

Now my name iz Dre - de mothafuckin' doctor

Rippin' shit up (oh yeah) and here to rock ya

With some help from my homeboy E

The criminal of the ruthless posse

Fuckin' it up (word up) iz what we do

The reputation of the NWA crew

Gettin' busy because we're cold stampin'

And we're born and raised

And we're born and raised

And we're born and raised in Compton

Speakin' of Compton, it's makin' me sick (why?)

Everybody'z talkin' that crazy shit

Sayin' they were raised in the CPT (aha)

Just as I was, they try to be like me

Poppin' that shit, get the fuck out my face

Knowin' that they never even seen the place

Claimin' my city is my city they claim

Mothafuckaz we're about to put some salt in your game ..

Yeah I'm tired of these mothafuckerz runnin' around town, talkin' about

they're from Compton and shit, tryin' to get on the bandwagon ..

Yeah Dre, I know what you're sayin' man, but let's tell 'em who we're

talkin' about ..

WHAT DO YOU CALL A CREW THAT CAN RAP LIKE THAT ...?

yo NWA call 'em mothafuckaz wack..

(yeah you know what time it iz, listen to why we call 'em wack)

They got a wacky wack record put o' wacky wack crews

Yo what about the lyrics?

That shit's wacky wack too

With a fucked up style and a fucked up show

Hey yo Ren, what about the scratchin', is it def?

Fuck no!

The mothafuckin' record is a mothafuckin' wack

The mothafuckin' cracka jack needs to step the fuck back ...

Do you want some of this?

Hell no ..

Dre the mothafuckin' doctor

Well for the record it's Ren and for the street it's Villain

Dre the mothafuckin' doctor

Well for the record it's Ren and for the street it's Villain

Yella boy, why don't you kick me one of them funky-ass beats?

My boy .. my boy .. my boy Ice Cube

Yo we got my homeboy Eazy E in de house

won't you tell 'em what your name iz?

[MC Ren]

MC Ren is the mothafuckin' Coroner

I'm gettin' rid of mothafuckaz as if they was a foreigner

Show no crip to pretend when I'm seen

I punch you can block it but I'm a still get in

This ain't a TK yo in the first

But it's some shit from a nigga in black it's much worse

Then a beat from Tyson cuz Ren is not nice and

Your ass is better off just rollin' a dice and

Findin' you a number for luck

Cuz you all need it when you see I don't give a fuck

My identity, and the shit is gettin' shown

Without a video I'm still gettin' on

I'm at a show then my picture is takin'

One click of the flash and punk niggaz are breakin'

To the door, tryin' to join my fan club

Lipstickin' over one of my dubs

And it's the minimal scratch for the moment

Until I fuck up the so called opponet

That's standing in the zone of the twilight

Sayin' how in de fuck did he get mixed up in my fight

It was'nt a mistake, it was a set-up

So until I'm finished poppin' my lyrics you should shut up

And don't attempt to speak

Because it's bad enough you rollin' up shit quick

With a nigga like Ren about the hit

Now lemme hear you mothafuckaz talk some more shit

I'm a bust your ass in your mouth,

Yo, unless you're sayin' "Compton's in de house"

[Dr. Dre]

Who realy cares - about a sucker on a take off

Bust de move, we can have a shake n' bake-off

Me and you can go cuz I don't care yo

Rap fight or guerilla warfare

We can rumble, cuz when my lungs go in and out

I kick rhymes in a bundle to win about

Or scarier scaffle

I just muffle the eye position, there's no competition

Let 'em know that Dre is gettin' stronger

Compton's in de house but now it's some' longer

I won't get set-up, shut up, I'm kinda fed up

You can say uncle and I still won't let up

Cuz Dre is the mothafuckin' doctor

And if me and Ren's on the mike it's like propaganda, no doubt

"Boy you should've known by now" ..

Compton's in the house

Yeah, it's time to put Compton on de map, don't ever think you can get it on

you stupid mothafuckaz!

Compton's in the house ..

☆☆☆☆☆

"I Ain't Tha 1"

(feat. Ice Cube)

[Intro: girl, Ice Cube]

(Ice Cube, do you think you could give me some money to get my hair done?)

How short's your hair right now?

(Well you know I get it done every week, and I need my nails done too)

Look, I'ma tell you like this

[Verse One:]

I ain't the one, the one to get played like a pooh butt

See I'm from the street, so I know what's up

On these silly games that's played by the women

I'm only happy when I'm goin up in em

But you know, I'm a menace to society

But girls in biker shorts are so fly to me

So I step to em, with aggression

Listen to the kid, and learn a lesson today

See they think we narrow minded

Cause they got a cute face, and big-behinded

So I walk over and say "How ya doin?"

See I'm only down for screwin, but you know

ya gotta play it off cool

Cause if they catch you slippin, you'll get schooled

And they'll get you for your money, son

Next thing you know you're gettin their hair and they nails done

Fool, and they'll let you show em off

But when it comes to sex, they got a bad cough

Or a headache, it's all give and no take

Run out of money, and watch your heart break

They'll drop you like a bad habit

cause a brother with money yo, they gotta have it

Messin with me though, they gets none

You can't juice Ice Cube girl, cause I ain't the one

[Interlude One:]

(Girrrrrl, you got to get these brothers for all the money

you can honey. Cause if they ain't got no money, they can't

do nothin for me but get out of my face.)

(I know what you mean girl, it ain't nothin right jumpin off

unless he got dollars)

[Verse Two:]

Sometimes I used to wonder

How the hell an ugly dude get a fine girl's number

He's gettin juiced for his ducats

I tell a girl in a minute yo, I drive a bucket

And won't think nuttin of it

She can ride or walk, either leave it or love it

I show her that I'm not the O, the N-E, say

I'm a ruthless N-I double-G A

Cause I'm gamin on a female that's gamin on me

You know I spell girl with a B

A brother like me is only out for one thing

I think with my ding-a-ling, but I won't bring no

flowers to your doorstep, when we goin out

Cause you'll take it for granted, no doubt

And after the date, I'ma want to do the wild thing

You want lobster huh? I'm thinking Burger King

And when I take you, you get frustrated

You can't juice Ice Cube and you hate it

But you see, I don't go nuts

Over girls like you with the BIG ol butts

It start comin out the pocket, to knock it

But when the damage is done...

You can only lay me girl, you can't play me girl

For the simple fact that, I ain't the one

[Interlude Two:]

(I don't care how they look if they got money,

we can hook up but they ain't gettin none.)

(Yeah I just make em think they gonna get some,

play up they mind a lil bit, and get that money.)

(Oh Ice Cube, can I have some money pleeeease?)

[Verse Three:]

Give you money why bother

Cause you know I'm lookin nothin like your father

Girl, I can't be played or ganked

Ganked means getting took for your bank

Or your gold or your money or something

Nine times outta ten, she's giving up nothing

They get mad when I put it in perspective

But let's see if my knowledge is effective

To the brothas man they robbing you blind

Cause they fine with a big behind, but pay it no mind

Keep your money to yourself homie

and if you got enough game

You'll get her name and her number

Without going under

You can't leave em and love and stay above em

I used to get no play now she stay behind me

Cause I said I had a Benz 190

But I lied and played the one

Just to get some now she feels dumb

To my homies it's funny

But that's what you get trying to play me for my money

Now don't you feel used

But I don't give hoot, huh, because I knock boots

You shouldn't be, so damn material

And try to milk Ice Cube like cereal

Now how many times do I have to say it

Cause if I have to go get a gun

You girls will learn I don't burn

You think I'm a sucka, but I ain't the one

[Outro:]

(But you said you love me!)

I don't see no rings on this finger

(Why you doin me like this? I love you!)

Yeah you love my money, I got what I wanted - beat it

☆☆☆☆☆

"Dopeman (Remix)"

Yo Dre!!

[Ice Cube:]

It was once said by a man who couldn't quit

"Dopeman," please can I have another hit

The dopeman said, "Cluck, I don't give a shit

If your girl kneel down, and suck my dick"

It all happened and the guy tried to choke her

Nigga didn't care, she ain't nothin but a smoker

That's the way goes, that's the name of the game

Young brother gettin over by slangin 'caine

Gold around his neck in 14 K heaven

Bitches clockin on his dick twenty-four/seven

Plus he's makin money, keep the baseheads waitin

Rollin six-fo' wit the fresh ass Daytons

Livin in Compton, Cailfornia C-A

His uzi up yo' ass if he don't get paid

Nigga beggin for credit, he's knockin out teeth

Clockin much dollars on the 1st and 15th

Big wad of money nuttin less than a twenty

Yo you want a five-oh the dopeman's got plenty

To be a dopeman boy you must qualify

Don't get high off your own supply

From a ki' to a G it's all about money

Ten piece for a champ, bass pipe comes free

If people out there are not hip to the fact

If you see somebody gettin money for crack

He's the

[Chorus - N.W.A:]

Dopeman, dopeman! (Ay man, give me a hit)

Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo man, fuck that shit!)

Dopeman, dopeman! (We just can't quit!)

Dopeman, dopeman! (Well suck this, bitch!)

[Dr. Dre:]

Wait a minute, wait a minute

Who the fuck are you talkin to?

Do you know who the fuck I am?

Man I can't believe this shit

This bitch is tryin to gank me

Yo I oughta slap you upside yo' head

With nine inches of limp dick

[Ice Cube:]

You need a nigga with money so you get a dopeman

Juice that fool for as much as you can

She like his car, and he get wit her

Got a black eye cause the dopeman hit her

Let that slide and you pay it no mind

Find that he's slappin you all the time

But that's okay, cause he's so rich

And you ain't nuttin but a dopeman's bitch

Do what he say and you keep your mouth shut

Poppin that trash might get you fucked up

Well sit and cry, if the dopeman strike you

He don't give a fuck he got two just like you

There's another girl in the dopeman's life

Not quite a bitch but far from a wife

She's called "Strawberry" and everybody know

Strawberry, Strawberry is the neighborhood ho

Do anything for a hit or two

Give the bitch a rock she fucked the whole damn crew

It might be your wife and it might make you sick

Come home and see her mouth on the dopeman's dick

Strawberry, just look and you'll see her

But don't fuck around she'll give you gonnorhea

If people out there are not hip to the fact

Strawberry is a girl sellin pussy for crack

To the

[Chorus - N.W.A:]

Dopeman, dopeman! (Ay man, give me a hit)

Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo man, fuck that shit!)

Dopeman, dopeman! (In yo' face)

Dopeman, dopeman! "Yo Dre!! Kick in the bass!!"

[Ice Cube:]

If you smoke 'caine, you a stupid motherfucker

Known around the hood as the schoolyard clucker

Doin that crack with all the money you got

On your hands and knees, searchin for a piece of rock

Jonesin for a hit, and you're lookin for mo'

Done stole the Alpine out of Eazy's six-fo'

You need your ass whupped cause it's out of this earth

To get a ten-piece need a dollar fifty work

Knucklehead nigga, yeah you turned into a crook

But swear up and down boy that you ain't hooked

You beat your friend up, and you whupped his ass long

Cause he hit the pipe til the rock was all gone

You robbin and stealin, buggin and illin

While the dopeman's dealin, what is healin yo' pain

Cocaine, this shit's insane

Yo E she's a berry, let's run a train

(Man, I wouldn't touch that bitch) me neither

Ho go home and wash out your beaver

And niggas out there messin up people's health

Yo, what the fuck you gotta say for yourself?

[Eazy-E:]

Well I'm the dopeman, yeah boy, I wear courderoy

Money up to here but unemployed

You keep smokin that rock and my pockets gettin bigger

(Yo, got that five-oh double up nigga!)

Yeah high rollin, big money I'm foldin

Bitch on my tip for the dick I'm holdin

Sprung strawberry jockin me so early

Ho you wanna hit you gotta get your knees dirty

Now that's my life, that's how it's cut

"Hey dopeman!" Bitch, shut the fuck up!

Gotta make a run, it's a big money deal

Gankers got the fake but you can get the real

From the

[N.W.A:]

Dopeman, dopeman! (Yeah that's me)

Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo can I get a G?)

Dopeman, dopeman! (Clock as much as he can)

Fuck this shit who am I? THE DOPEMAN!

[Krazy D:]

Yo Mr. Dopeman, you think you're slick

You sold crack to my sister, and now she's sick

But if she happens to die, because of your drug

I'm puttin in your culo, a .38 slug

☆☆☆☆☆

"Quiet On Tha Set"

(Listen to this)

[Eazy E:] Yo Ren !

[MC Ren:] Whassup ?

[Eazy E:] Take (one)

[MC Ren:] Yo (Hit it)

[MC Ren:]

Ruthless, plenty of that and much more

So at the party, Ren is controllin the floor

that you step and do your danceroutine

It ain't a dream my man, you're in a gangsta scene

with a villain doin damage on a 24 track

With confusion to finish my conclusion

Arhytomatic rhymes from a radio cat

You can't take what I got coz I'll be takin it right back

[Ruthless gangsta] Cold killin

You wanna know what it's means ? (definition...villain)

With the stupid dope rhyme

So once you hear one line you can tell it's mine

With a baseball cap that's black that I'm wearin

and a look that keeps you all starin

and wondering why I'm invincible

But when you hear my rhyme, it's convincible

I don't take no shorts while I'm constructin the ground

that makes y'all move around to my hell of a sound

Girls drool on me like a dyin

[Dr.Dre: ] (Yo Ren, tell'em what they do when you start rhymin)

I go to the party. I hip a hop the spot

I dunno what it is, but the girls get hot

aspirin like they're on fire and

their so-called boyfriends with'em are retirin

And for this reason I'm a walkin threath

So when I'm on stage I want...(Ssssht)

[Eazy E:] Quiet on tha set

(Light, camera, action)

[Eazy E:] N.W.A. take (two)

[MC Ren:]

Now to get started with my musical profession

A gangsta or villain in mine is in session

The way that I'm referrin to this makes ya move ya butt

but don't stand in a daze, yeah you should know what's up

Anyway I keep the clappin along

coz nothing bad could go wrong because this song is so strong

[?? huh ?? I'm ???] who could ask for anything more

when N.W.A. is cold rockin the floor

like stupid, actin like a retard

waitin for a bumrush, gettin to the good part

It tips me so with temptation

writin my lyrics with this hyped information

Just look at the center of the stage where the spotlight shines

[Eazy E: Boy you should have known by now] It's mine !

Unpredictable, keepin you extremely enjoyed

It's irresistable, meanin that you can't avoid

And while I'm on stage, look forward to sweat

but after I rip it up I want...(Ssssht)

[Eazy E:] Quiet on tha set

(Light, camera, action)

[Eazy E:] N.W.A. take (three)

[MC Ren:]

I can be loud as hell, think I will ? (Never)

(Ssssht)

[Eazy E:] (Quiet on tha set)

Yeah I like that better

(?? huh ?? As what I can do ??) I think I earn respect

And if I didn't from you, that's what I expect

coz if it ain't ruff it ain't me

So who really cares how you want me to be

See, I'm just me standin at the top of the pile

and doin soft known tunes it ain't my style

And this concludes our program

of how N.W.A. makes a ruthless jam

Now first we take an average drum

Give it to Dre, and the boy gets dumb

It's no secret, that I sit alone at night

Pick up a pad and pen and begin to write

all kinda lyrics that's promised to play

to make everybody say:

(They can be cold and ruthless no question about that,

but sometimes it's more complicated...)

[Eazy E:] Yo Dre (You know what I want you to do ?)

[Public Enemy:] Bring that beat back, bring that beat back

Now MC Ren is here workin like super glue

No matter what I do, I'm always thinkin o' you

Coz I'm the pusher, supplyin the fix

And this jam's so dope, it don't need a remix

But I'm makin obstacles of enemy traps

to catch any MC's with the weak-ass raps

Crucifyin their [?? huh ??] like just for usin my name

The definition is pain, but that's the thing o' the game

If they try to retreat, I catch'em one at a time

coz they're comittin a crime, and still promotin a rhyme

So, you're in the back of me just listen and learn

because you'll all get a chance or maybe a turn

Now my sideman wants to give a preview

so at my next concert I wanna see you

there not sittin in a chair

standin on yo feet, with yo hand in the air

Now I'm about to get out but I'll be back

But next time expect the more funkier track

deep down for your enjoyment to hear more percussion

with lyrics that's smooth to start some discussion

The beat that I'm [?? hype ??] and you know that's bad

Now continue to dance coz I'm thru with tha set

☆☆☆☆☆

"Something 2 Dance 2"

Yo give me somethin' to dance to

Calling the police, Calling the g-men

Calling all americans

Arabian Prince, back wit' a style that's hype

Not slow and low, it's the fast type

Gettin dumped, can you hear the drums

Yo Dre why don't you pump it up some

I pumped it up so now what's up

Yo Yella boy, add a little cut

What the hell, you think we need some bells

Yeah, homeboy, might as well

There it is, so now what's next

A little ssssssssssss

So find me a ho, wait a minute

You need somethin' else then

This is what I want you to do

Feel the groove, bust a move

Yo I'm tired, what about you

Man this is somethin' to dance to

Man that's wack, everybody used that

Yo, why dont you bring back the other track

Yeah there you go that's what I'm sayin

I like it when that dope stuffs playin

Real loud, in ya ear hole

Man let's go, I think my feet are swoll' from dancin' so damn much

Maaaaaan, I don't give a what

You wanna leave? With all these females pullin on my sleeve

I bet, you can jet, homeboy, no sweat

This is what I want you to do

Feel the groove, bust a move

This is somethin' to dance to

Let the bass kick

Th-th-this is somethin ta dance to [x7]