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Niggaz With Attitudes Niggaz With Attitudes Niggaz With Attitudes I'm comin' straight outta Compton (Compton) When somethin' happens in South Central, Los Angles Nothin' happens. It's just another nigga dead (dead-dead-dead)
Straight outta Compton Crazy motherfucker 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 you fuck with me The police are gonna have to come and get me... Off your ass. That's how I'm going out For the punk motherfuckers that's showing out
Niggaz start to mumble They want to rumble Mix 'em and cook 'em in a pot like Gumbo Going off on a motherfucker like that With a gat that's pointed at your ass So give it up smooth Ain't no telling when I'm down for a jack move Here's a murder rap to keep ya dancing With a crime record like Charles Manson AK-47 is the tool Don't make me act a motherfucking fool Me and you can go toe to toe, no maybe I'm knocking niggaz out the 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 stomping But when I come back, boy I'm coming straight outta Compton
'Yo Ren' 'Wassup' 'Tell em' where you're from!' 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 won't show this But I don't give a fuck, I'mma make my snaps If not from the records, from jacking or craps It's like burglary, the definition is jacking Or when illegally armed, it's called packing Shoot a motherfucker in a minute I find a good piece of pussy, and go up in it
So if you're at a show in the front row I'mma call you a bitch or a 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 motherfucker from the street Attitude legit, 'cause I'm tearing up shit MC Ren controls the automatic For any dumb motherfucker that starts static Not the right hand, 'cause I'm the hand itself Every time, I pull a AK off the shelf Security is maximum and that's a law
R-E-N spells Ren, but I'm raw See, 'cause I'm the motherfucking villain The definition is clear You're the witness of a killing That's taking 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 gangster tip Straight outta Compton
'Eazy is his name and the boy is comin... ' Straight outta Compton Is a brother that'll smother your mother And make your sister think I love her Dangerous motherfucker raising hell And if I ever get caught, I make bail See, I don't give a fuck, that's the problem I see a motherfucking cop, I don't dodge him But I'm smart, lay low, creep a while And when I see the punk pass, I smile To me it's kind of funny The attitude is showing Nigga driving But don't know where the fuck he going Just rolling
Looking for the one they call Eazy But here's the flash: They never seize me Ruthless, never seen, like a shadow in the dark Except when I unload, you see a spark and jump over a hesitation And hear the scream of the one who caught the lead penetration Feel a little gust of wind and I'm jetting But leave a memory, no one'll be forgetting 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 an autobiography of the E And if you ever fuck with me You'll get taken by a stupid dope brother who will smother Word to the motherfucker Straight outta Compton
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