N.w.a. - Straight outta compton - extended version lyrics

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N.w.a. - Straight outta compton - extended version lyrics

[Ice Cube] I'm comin' straight outta Compton When something happens in south of central Los Angeles Nothing happens, it's just another n**** dead Verse One: Ice Cube Straight outta Compton, crazy motherf***er named Ice Cube From the gang called n****z 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 f*** with me The police are gonna hafta come and get me Off yo a**, that's how I'm goin out For the punk motherf***ers that's showin out N****z start to mumble, they wanna rumble Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo Goin off on a motherf***er like that With a gat that's pointed at yo a** 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 motherf***in fool Me you can go toe to toe, no maybe I'm knockin n****z out tha box, daily Yo weekly, monthly and yearly Until them dumb motherf***ers see clearly That I'm down with the capital C-P-T Boy you can't f*** with me So when I'm in your neighborhood, you better duck Coz Ice Cube is crazy as f*** 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] Wha**up? [Eazy E] Tell em where you from! Verse Two: MC Ren Straight outta Compton, another crazy a** n**** More punks I smoke, yo, my rep gets bigger I'm a bad motherf***er and you know this But the p**** a** n****z won't show this But I don't give a f***, 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 motherf***er in a minute I find a good piece o' p****, And go up in it So if you're at a show in the front row I'm a call you a b**** or dirty-a** ho You'll probably get mad like a b**** is supposed to But that shows me, s*ut, you're composed to A crazy muthaf***er from tha street Attitude legit cause I'm tearin up s*** MC Ren controls the automatic For any dumb muthaf***er 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, coz I'm the motherf***in villain The definition is clear, you're the witness of a k**in That's takin place without a clue And once you're on the scope, your a** is through Look, you might take it as a trip But a n**** 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 motherf***er raises hell And if I ever get caught I make bail See, I don't give a f***, that's the problem I see a motherf***in cop I don't dodge him But I'm smart, lay low, creep a while And when I see a punk pa**, I smile To me it's kinda funny, the attitude showin a n**** drivin But don't know where the f*** 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 b**** who got shot? f*** her! You think I give a damn about a b****? I ain't a s**a! This is the autobiography of the E, and if you ever f*** with me You'll get taken by a stupid dope brotha who will smother Word to the motherf***er, straight outta Compton Chorus: [City of Compton, City of Compton] [And that kind of s*** you can't sweep up under no rug you know]

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