Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube
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From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes
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When I'm called off, I got a sawed off
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Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off
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You too, boy, if ya fuck with me
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The police are gonna hafta come and get me
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Off yo ass, that's how I'm goin out
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For the punk motherfuckers that's showin out
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Niggaz start to mumble, they wanna rumble
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Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo
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Goin off on a motherfucker like that
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with a gat that's pointed at yo ass
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So give it up smooth
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Ain't no tellin when I'm down for a jack move
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Here's a murder rap to keep yo dancin
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with a crime record like Charles Manson
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AK-47 is the tool
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Don't make me act the motherfuckin fool
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Me you can go toe to toe, no maybe
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I'm knockin niggaz out tha box, daily
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yo weekly, monthly and yearly
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until them dumb motherfuckers see clearly
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that I'm down with the capital C-P-T
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Boy you can't fuck with me
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So when I'm in your neighborhood, you better duck
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Coz Ice Cube is crazy as fuck
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As I leave, believe I'm stompin
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but when I come back, boy, I'm comin straight outta Compton
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Chorus:
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[City of Compton, City of Compton]
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[Eazy E] Yo Ren
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[MC Ren] Whassup?
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[Eazy E] Tell em where you from!
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Verse Two: MC Ren
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Straight outta Compton, another crazy ass nigga
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More punks I smoke, yo, my rep gets bigger
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I'm a bad motherfucker and you know this
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But the pussy ass niggaz don't show this
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But I don't give a fuck, I'ma make my snaps
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If not from the records, from jackin the crops
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Just like burglary, the definition is 'jackin'
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And when illegally armed it's called 'packin'
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Shoot a motherfucker in a minute
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I find a good piece o' pussy, I go up in it
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So if you're at a show in the front row
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I'm a call you a bitch or dirty-ass ho
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You'll probably get mad like a bitch is supposed to
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But that shows me, slut, you're composed to
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a crazy muthafucker from tha street
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Attitude legit cause I'm tearin up shit
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MC Ren controls the automatic
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For any dumb muthafucker that starts static
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Not the right hand cause I'm the hand itself
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every time I pull a AK off the shelf
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The security is maximum and that's a law
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R-E-N spells Ren but I'm raw
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See, coz I'm the motherfuckin villain
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The definition is clear, you're the witness of a killin
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that's takin place without a clue
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And once you're on the scope, your ass is through
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Look, you might take it as a trip
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but a nigga like Ren is on a gangsta tip
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Straight outta Compton...
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Chorus:
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[City of Compton, City of Compton]
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[Dr. Dre] Eazy is his name and the boy is comin...
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Verse Three: Eazy-E
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...straight outta Compton
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is a brotha that'll smother yo' mother
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and make ya sister think I love her
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Dangerous motherfucker raises hell
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And if I ever get caught I make bail
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See, I don't give a fuck, that's the problem
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I see a motherfuckin cop I don't dodge him
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But I'm smart, lay low, creep a while
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And when I see a punk pass, I smile
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To me it's kinda funny, the attitude showin a nigga drivin
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but don't know where the fuck he's going, just rollin
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lookin for the one they call Eazy
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But here's a flash, they never seize me
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Ruthless! Never seen like a shadow in the dark
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except when I unload, see I'll get over the hesitation
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and hear the scream of the one who got the last penetration
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Give a little gust of wind and I'm jettin
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But leave a memory no one'll be forgettin
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So what about the bitch who got shot? Fuck her!
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You think I give a damn about a bitch? I ain't a sucker!
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This is the autobiography of the E, and if you ever fuck with me
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You'll get taken by a stupid dope brotha who will smother
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word to the motherfucker, straight outta Compton
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Chorus:
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[City of Compton, City of Compton]
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[And that kind of shit you cant sweep up under no rug you know
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]
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Straight Outta Compton (Extended Mix)
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N.W.A. |