Drivin' down the motherf***in' highway
The flyway hey, b****, you goin' my way
Now I got a passenger
I looked at the miniskirt and I'm askin' her
Would you like to hit the fat bud?
Or perhaps can I run your name through the mud?
I mean, are you giving up the nappy dugout?
She said, "No", well, then get the f*** out
'Cause I know where the hoes be feinin'
Plus your fat ass got my six-deuce leanin'
Bust a you on the avenue
Why oh, why it ain't shit to do?
But then Sir Jinx played his mix
And you thought that shit played out in eighty-six
Lookin' for my dogs
Looked up in the mirror being followed by the hogs
One time's on my motherf***in' line
Why the f*** the swine had to get behind a nigga like me?
They must think it's a gee
They both walk up with the G L O C
Started they investigation
No driver's license, no registration
When I stepped out the car they slammed me
Goddamn y'all, who got the camera?
Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit
Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit
Who got the camera?
Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit
Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit
No lights, no camera, no action
And the pigs wouldn't believe that my slave name was Jackson
He said, "Don't lie to me"
I'm lookin' for John, Matt or Spike Lee
The motherf***er called for back up
I guess they planned to beat the mack up
He called me a silly ass thug
And pulled out his billy ass club
Tearin' up my coupe lookin' for the chronic
Goddamn, nobody got a Panasonic
Found an empty can of old gold
Came around and put my ass in a choke hold
F***ed around and broke my pager
Then they hit a nigga with the tazer
The motherf***ing pigs were tryin' to hurt me
I fell to the floor and yelled," Lord have mercy"
Then they hit me in the face y'all
But to them it ain't nuttin', but just a friendly game of baseball
Crowd stood around I said, "Goddamn, ya
Who got the camera?"
Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit
Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit
Who the f*** got the camera?
Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit
Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit
I knew when I saw that deputy smirkin'
That they were gonna put some work in
Mr. Law had to hit me in the jaw
'Cause I called them fagots with guns and badges
They played rat-a-tat-tat on me head
But if I had the gatty-gat-gat, they'd be dead
A victim of a big fat 187
And little devils don't go to heaven
Last night it was eleven but they weren't scarin' me
So they tried the flashlight therapy
I looked at the black one and called him a traitor
I don't give a f*** if you got a beta
Just take my f***in' picture
So I can go downtown and b**** and pitch ya [Incomprehensible]
The one that called me a spook
His name is officer David Duke
If the crowd wasn't around, he would've shot me
Tried to play me out like my name was Rodney
F***in' police gettin' badder
'Cause if I had a camera the shit wouldn't matter
b****, uh, who got my nine, who got my nine?
Y'all done did it this time, uh
Who the f*** got my nine?
Yeah,
So come on and chickity check yo self before you wreck yo self
Check
You better check yo self before you wreck yo self
'Cos I'm bad for your health I come real stealth
Droppin' bombs on ya moms f*** car alarms
Doin' foul crime, I'm that nigga wit'cha Alpine
Sold it for a six-o, always let tricks know
And friends know, we got the indo
No I'm not a sucker, sittin' in a house of pain
And no...
There's a new girl on my street
And I'ma introduce her to my meat
Told my homeboy I was scoping hoping
To crack them legs wide open
Ready to break that thang in half, get it in with the shaft
Take a bath and I'm out, yeah, better keep the Trojan
And if the s** was good, still be the hoe's friend
F***ed around and told my plan to the man
Sitting next to the goddamn man
How was I to know son
Tha...
You can't trust a big butt and a smile
No, that's the old style
In ninety-deuce, shit ain't quite the same
b****es gotta brand new game, yo
It's kinda hard to see
But the dating game ain't what it used to be
Back in the day, if a ho wanted ya dough
She give you a piece of ass and there we go
Go and get knocked up and then get socked up
You be broke and locked up
But the news done hit
b****es a...
Hey motherf***in' Cube, what the f*** wrong with you?
You didn?t kick the rest of that gangsta fairytale shit
Why don?t you kick it one good time
Niggaz on the playground wanna know what?s happenin'
You left 'em hangin' man, what the f***?
Little boy blue is outta fulsome
Now them three little pigs gotta roast him
Drivin' down Sesame Street and I bet
That little motherf***er?s out f***in' Smur...
Break 'em off
Shit
Yo, yo, uhh
Just wakin' up in the mornin' gotta thank God
I don't know but today seems kinda odd
No barkin' from the dog, no smog
And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog
Damn
I got my grub on, but didn't pig out
Finally got a call from a girl I wanna dig out
Whassup?
Hooked it up for later as I hit the do'
Thinkin' will I live another twenty-fo'
I gotta go 'cause I got me a...
It's on like Donkey Kong
You wanted that fast buck
now I gotta light that ass up
The nigga with the big fat trigger
Don't test me, gravedigger had the swig
of the ST, remember the time we first met her
You threw your set up now you gotta get wetter
BOOM PING BUCK POW
Now who's that nigga with the diff'rent style?
Uhh, ya wanted ta trick
It's all about the pud and who can empty it
First mate, t...
Good evening. Police, do not attempt to adjust your radios. There is nothing
Wrong. We have takin control over this city as to bring you this special
Bulletin and we will return this motherf***er to ya as soon as the National
Guard move in
The cops wanna catch the nigga that won't fetch
But I'll blast ya, never call ya master
Who is that kickin up shit much faster?
Rollin on a scooter, you kno...
There's no stoppin' what can't be stopped
No killin' what can't be killed
There's somethin' out there waitin' for us
There's somethin' out there waitin' for us
You can run but you can't hide from the Westside
Night stalker, shit talker, run and tell them it's the L M
Nigga with the gat and I'm back
Off the everyday prey that I slay
Rollin' with a fo' chase ya through South Central
Monkey-wrenc...
Intro: numerous men speaking
Peace, quiet and good order will be maintained in our city to the best of
our ability. Riots, melees and disturbances of the peace are against the
interests of all our people and therefore cannot be permitted
The jury found that they were all not guilty, not guilty....
We've been told that all along Crenshaw Boulevard that there's a series of
fires. A lot of lootin...
Drivin' down the motherf***in' highway
The flyway hey, b****, you goin' my way
Now I got a passenger
I looked at the miniskirt and I'm askin' her
Would you like to hit the fat bud?
Or perhaps can I run your name through the mud?
I mean, are you giving up the nappy dugout?
She said, "No", well, then get the f*** out
'Cause I know where the hoes be feinin'
Plus your fat ass got my six-deuce lean...
Yo chuck
We got runnin' mixes and da headfones
Wicked
1 2 3 and I come with the wicked
Style and you know that I'm from the wicked crew
You act like you knew but I got everybody jumping to the voodoo
You kickin' wicked rhymes, picket signs
Me and my mob, got a truck full of 9's
Chuck it out, I'll slay ya [Incomprehensible] for the hey-a
Ready to buck, buck, buck
But it's a must to duck, duck, ...