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Straight Outta Compton Lyric



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Verse one: ice cube

Straight outta compton, crazy motherf***er 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 f*** with me
The police are gonna hafta come and get me
Off yo ass, that’s how I’m goin out
For the punk motherf***ers 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 motherf***er 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 motherf***in 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 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] whassup?
[eazy e] tell em where you from!

Verse two: mc ren

Straight outta compton, another crazy ass nigga
More punks I smoke, yo, my rep gets bigger
I’m a bad motherf***er and you know this
But the p***y ass niggaz don’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***y, 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 muthaf***er from tha street
Attitude legit cause I’m tearin up shit
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 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 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 pass, I smile
To me it’s kinda funny, the attitude showin a nigga 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 bitch who got shot? f*** 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 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]

[damn that shit was dope!]
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