Now Imma break it down and tell a story About a nigga in the wrong territory Sharon and Shide is who he had to meet He made a right turn down the wrong street Now whatta whatta whatta whatta pitty A new jack in my muthafuckin city Compton that is They say its niggaz pimpin Gangsta limpin But back back to the nitty gritty Bout this nigga slippin in my fuckin city By the time that he realized that he fucked up The stupid muthafucka got a foot in his ass Now this is how the story goes Dont you ever bring your ass In my neighborhood fuckin my hoes Cause they my hoes and I knows When theyve been fucked Whos ready to get up and do my thang! Doin it you know! Now lets get the story about the bitches And tell how this kid went from right to riches Now hes drivin fancy cars gettin bitches galore He was a dirty little boy that I knew next door Mack the muthafuckin Romey The one and only My dicks to hard to be lonely Now this muthafucka braggin on how He got all this and that and he got All these bitches callin him Big Daddy Aint that a bitch how this muthafucka Get rich on my muthafuckin street Thats supposed to be my god damn money And this bastard is use to wear platform Shoes plad pants and nappy ass hat under A fucked up hat now lets kick the story About that When the sun falls And the shit falls down So when people start comin around Knockin at the door sayin we want more And moms wonderin what the f*ck they here for Rock cocaine yea just as I figured But he can do that cause hes that nigga From Eazy Street on the road to riches Money cars houses and hoes thats how the Story goes and if the nigga stays up you Know he cant be beat all this shit happens On Eazy Street Now back to the story about the bitches About the what! The bitches the bitches the bitches yo The bitches that want to get with me The E the A the Z the why the E So whats up bitch you want to play Yo why dont you kiss whats behind the button display My dick gets High up Like Ballpark Franks baby Plump when you cook em You know what I mean My dick gets High up Higher than a muthafucka Shit thats sure enough funky right there Yo E kick some knowledge man explain to em What you mean Uh oh day Day dumb day Come on baby why dont ya suck it this way Aaaaah ooooh Shit dont find the phillie baby Let it all hang out I feel it comin (I feel it comin) Its comin out (its comin out) Kick it one more time Uh oh day Day dumb day Come on baby why dont ya suck it this way Aaaaah ooooh Uh oh day Day dumb day Come on baby why dont ya suck it this way Aaaaah ooooh Oh yeah E give me a solo It all happens on Eazy Street You stupid muthafucka!

You dont really think youre gonna get away do you?We havent spotted them yet.But theyre somewhere in the immediate vicinity.A 100 Miles and Runnin.MC Ren I hold the gun andYou want me to kill a motherfucker and its done in.Since Im stereotyped to kill and destructIs one of the main reasons I dont give a f*ck.Chances are usually not goodCause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.And gettin jacked by the you-know-who.When in a black and white the capacity is two.Were not alone were three more brothers I mean street-brothers.Now wearin my dyes cause Im not stupid motherfuckers.Theyre out to take our heads for what we said in the past.Point blank They can kiss my black ass.I didnt stutter when I said F*ck The Police.Cause its hard for a nigga to get peace.Now its broken and cant be fixed.Cause police and little black niggers dont mix soNow Im creepin through the fall.Runnin like a team. Well see I might have slayed yall.So for now pack the gun andHold it in the air.Cause MC Ren has a 100 Miles of RunninInto this news. Four fugitives are on the run.FBI sources tell us that the four are headed100 miles to their homebase Compton.Lend me a mutherfuckin ear.So I can tell you whyRunnin with my brothers headed for the home base.With a steady pace on the face that just we raced.The road ahead goes on and on.The shit is gettin longer than the motherfuckin marathon.Runnin on but never runnin out.Stayin wired and if I get tired I can still try out.Hitchhikin if thats what it gotta do.But nobodys pickin up a Nigga Witta Attitude.ConfusedYo but Dres a nigga with nuthin to lose.One of the few whos been accused and abusedOf the crime of poisonin young minds.But you dont know shit til you been in my shoes.And Dre is back from the see-P-T.Droppin some shit thats D-O-P-E.So f*ck the P-O-L-I-C-E!And any motherfucker that disagrees.Stuck and runnin hard hauling ass.Cause Im a nigga known for havin a notorious past.My mind was slick - my temper was too quick.Now the FBIs all over my dick.Got us tick and runnin just to find the gun that started the clock.Thats when the E jumped off the startin block.A 100 Miles from home and yo its a long stretch.A little sprintin motherfucker that they wont catch.Yeah back to Compton again.Yo its either that or the Federal pen.Cause niggas been runnin since beginning of time.Takin a minute to tell you whats on my motherfuckin mind.Runnin like I just dont care.Comptons 50 miles but yo Ima get there.Archin my back and on a straight rough.Just like Carl Lewis Im ballin the f*ck out.From city to city Im a menace as I pass by.Rippin up shit just so you can remember ImA straight up nigga thats done in gunnin and cominStraight at yo ass.A 100 Miles and RunninThis one goes out to the four brothers from Compton.Youre almost there but the FBI has a little message for youNowhere to run to baby. Nowhere to hide.Good luck brothers.Runnin like a nigga I hate to lose.Show me on the news but I hate to be abused.I know it was a set-up.So now Im gonna get up.Even if the FBI wants me to shut up.But Ive got 10 000 niggas strong.They got everybody singin my F*ck Tha Police song.And while they treat my group like dirtTheir whole fuckin family is wearin our T-shirts.So Ima run til I cant run no more.Cause its time for MC Ren to settle the score.I got a urge to kick down doors.At my grave like a slave even if the Ren calls.Clouds are dark and brothers are hidin.Dick-tricklin at the sunny motherfuckers are ridin.Started with five and yo one couldnt take it.So now theres four cause the fifth couldnt make it.The numbers even now Im leavin.Were never gettin took by a bitch with a weave in.Her and the troops are right behind me.But theyre so fuckin stupid theyll never find me.One more mile to go through the dark streets.Runnin like a motherfucker on my own two feet.But you know I never stumble or lag last.Im almost home so I better haul ass.Tearin up everything in sight.Its a little crazy motherfucker dodging the searchlight.Now all that chasing shit is done andFour motherfuckers goin crazy withA 100 Miles of Runnin!Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!Surprise niggas!

Now Imma break it down and tell a story About a nigga in the wrong territory Sharon and Shide is who he had to meet He made a right turn down the wrong street Now whatta whatta whatta whatta pitty A new jack in my muthafuckin city Compton that is They say its niggaz pimpin Gangsta limpin But back back to the nitty gritty Bout this nigga slippin in my fuckin city By the time that he realized that he fucked up The stupid muthafucka got a foot in his ass Now this is how the story goes Dont you ever bring your ass In my neighborhood fuckin my hoes Cause they my hoes and I knows When theyve been fucked Whos ready to get up and do my thang! Doin it you know! Now lets get the story about the bitches And tell how this kid went from right to riches Now hes drivin fancy cars gettin bitches galore He was a dirty little boy that I knew next door Mack the muthafuckin Romey The one and only My dicks to hard to be lonely Now this muthafucka braggin on how He got all this and that and he got All these bitches callin him Big Daddy Aint that a bitch how this muthafucka Get rich on my muthafuckin street Thats supposed to be my god damn money And this bastard is use to wear platform Shoes plad pants and nappy ass hat under A fucked up hat now lets kick the story About that When the sun falls And the shit falls down So when people start comin around Knockin at the door sayin we want more And moms wonderin what the f*ck they here for Rock cocaine yea just as I figured But he can do that cause hes that nigga From Eazy Street on the road to riches Money cars houses and hoes thats how the Story goes and if the nigga stays up you Know he cant be beat all this shit happens On Eazy Street Now back to the story about the bitches About the what! The bitches the bitches the bitches yo The bitches that want to get with me The E the A the Z the why the E So whats up bitch you want to play Yo why dont you kiss whats behind the button display My dick gets High up Like Ballpark Franks baby Plump when you cook em You know what I mean My dick gets High up Higher than a muthafucka Shit thats sure enough funky right there Yo E kick some knowledge man explain to em What you mean Uh oh day Day dumb day Come on baby why dont ya suck it this way Aaaaah ooooh Shit dont find the phillie baby Let it all hang out I feel it comin (I feel it comin) Its comin out (its comin out) Kick it one more time Uh oh day Day dumb day Come on baby why dont ya suck it this way Aaaaah ooooh Uh oh day Day dumb day Come on baby why dont ya suck it this way Aaaaah ooooh Oh yeah E give me a solo It all happens on Eazy Street You stupid muthafucka!

Straight gangsta mackWhos the mack? is it some brother in a big hatThinking he can get any bitch with a good rap?Rolling in a fucked up LincolnLeaning to the side So it looks like hes sinkingInto that leopard interiorThis nigga thinks every girls inferiorTo his tongue get a dumb bitch sprungAs shes selling more buttDont even get a cut of the moneyHis name is SonnyAnd he know the playAnd hope to god that he dont find a runawayThats looking to become a starHell have your ass in and out of every carWith every on and Rick sucking every johns dickCome short of the money get your ass kickedYou dont like it but you still call him hunkLast night the nigga put yo ass in the trunkYou want to leave but Sonny started talking fastAnd it make you want to go and sell more assHes getting rich you his bitch and its like thatNow ask yourselfWhos the mack?It is that fool that want to pump the gasGive you a sad story and you give him cash?He starts macking and macking and you suckingQuick to say Im down on my luckAnd you give a dollar or a quarter and hes on his wayThen you see his sorry ass the next dayAre you the one getting played like a sucker?Or do you say Get a job motherfucker?Every day the story gets betterHes wearing dirty pants and a funky-assed sweaterHe claims he wants to get something to eatBut every day you find yourself getting beatHe gets your money and you run across the street dont look both wayscause hes in a dazeAnd almost get his ass hit for the crackNow ask yourselfWhos the mack?Is it that nigga in that club askingHave you ever been in a hot tub?I know the game so I watch it unfoldWhen I see the boy pinned to your earlobeHes talking shit and you crack a smileWhen he tell you that he can go buck wildFor a girl like you and make it feel goodYou know its drama but it sound real goodHe started dragging and hopefully he can start taggingThe pussy so he can keep braggingHe say Im a leave baby can you go with me?The pussy so he can keep braggingYou want to do it but you feeling like a H-O-EYou grab his hand you leave and its overCause the nigga aint nothing but a roverYa knew the game and you still ended up on your backNow ask yourselfWhos the Mack?Macking is the game and everybodys playingAnd as long as you believe what they sayingConsider the a M.A.C.K. and with no delayThey are gonna get all the playBut when it comes to me save the drama for your mommaIts Ice Cube and you know that Im aMack in my own rightWhen it comes to rhyme and rapcause all I do is kick factsUnlike Iceberg SlimmAnd all of them be claimin be P.I.M.P.No Im not going out that wayIm just a straight up N I double G ANext time you get over on a foolAnd you did the shit like real smoothThank Ice Cube for giving up the factsAnd ask yourselfWhos the Mack?Straight gangsta Mack

Yet our best trained best educated best equipped best prepared troops refuse to fight As a matter of fact it’s safe to say that they would rather switch than fight1989 the number another summer (get down)Sound of the funky drummerMusic hitting your heart cause I know you got soul(Brothers and sisters hey)Listen if youre missing yallSwinging while Im singingGiving whatcha gettingKnowing what I knowWhile the Black bands sweatinAnd the rhythm rhymes rollinGot to give us what we want (uh)Gotta give us what we need (hey)Our freedom of speech is freedom or deathWe got to fight the powers that beLemme hear you sayFight the power (lemme hear you say)Fight the powerFight the powerFight the powerFight the powerFight the powerFight the powerWeve got to fight the powers that beAs the rhythm designed to bounceWhat counts is that the rhymesDesigned to fill your mindNow that youve realized the prides arrivedWe got to pump the stuff to make us toughFrom the heartIts a start a work of artTo revolutionize make a change nothings strangePeople people we are the sameNo were not the sameCause we dont know the gameWhat we need is awareness we cant get carelessYou say what is this?My beloved lets get down to businessMental self defensive fitness(Yo) bum rush the showYou gotta go for what you knowTo make everybody see in order to fight the powers that beLemme hear you sayFight the power (lemme hear you say)Fight the powerFight the powerFight the powerFight the powerFight the powerFight the powerWeve got to fight the powers that beFight the power (lemme hear you say)Fight the powerFight the powerFight the powerFight the powerFight the powerWeve got to fight the powers that beElvis was a hero to most but heElvis was a hero to mostElvis was a hero to mostBut he never meant shit to me you seeStraight up racist that sucker wasSimple and plainMother f*ck him and John WayneCause Im Black and Im proudIm ready and hyped plus Im ampedMost of my heroes dont appear on no stampsSample a look back you look and findNothing but rednecks for four hundred years if you checkDont worry be happyWas a number one jamDamn if I say it you can slap me right here(Get it) lets get this party started rightRight on cmonWhat we got to say (yeah)Power to the people no delayMake everybody seeIn order to fight the powers that beFight the powerFight the powerFight the powerFight the powerWeve got to fight the powers that beWhat have we got to say? (yeah)Fight the power (yeah yeah yeah)What have we got to say? (yeah)Fight the power (come on)What have we got to say? (yeah)Fight the power (yeah yeah yeah)What have we got to say? (yeah)Fight the power (come on)Yo check this out manOK talk to me about the future of Public EnemyThe future of Public Enemy gotta

My hooptie rollin tailpipe dragginHeat dont work an my girl keeps nagginSix-nine Buick deuce keeps rollinOne hubcap cause three got stolenBumper shook loose chrome keeps scrapinMis-matched tires and my white walls flakinHit mickey-ds Maharaji starts to bugHe ate a quarter-pounder threw the pickles on my rugRunnin movin tabs expiredGirlies tryin to dis n say my car looks tiredHit my brakes out slid skittlesTinted back window with a bubble in the middleWhos car is it? Posse wont sayWe all play it off when you look our wayRollin four deep tires smoke up the blockGotta roll this bucket cause my Benz is in the shopMy hooptie - my hooptieFour door nightmare trunk locks stuckBig dice on the mirror grill like a truckLifters tickin accelerators stickinSomethin on my left front wheel keeps clickinPicked up the girlies now were eight deepCars barely movin but now we got heatMade a left turn as I watched in frightMy ex-girlfriend shot out my headlightShe was standin in the road so I smashed her toesMashed my pedal boom down she goesLaw aint lyin long hairs flyinWe flipped the skeez off dumb girl starts cryinBaby called the cops now Im gettin nervousThe cops see a beeper and the suckers might serve usHit a side street and what did we find?Some young punk droppin me a flip off signPut the deuce in reverse and started to curseAnother sucker on the south side about to get hurtHomey got scared so I got onYeah my group got paid but my groups still strongPosse moved north headin for the CDRidin real fast so the cops dont see meMis-matched tires got my boys uptightTwo Vogues on the left Uniroyal on the rightHooptie bouncin runnin on leadedThis is what I sport when you call me big-headedI pot-hole crusher red light rusherMusher of a brother cause Im plowin over suckersIn a hooptieIts a three-ton monster econo-box stomperSnatch your girly if you dont Ill romp erDinosaur rush lookin like ShaftSome get bold but some get smashedCops say the car smokes but I wont listenIts a six-nine deuce so the hell with emissionsRollin in Tacoma I could get burned(Sound of automatic gunfire) Betta make a you-turnSpotted this freak with immense posteriorTryin to roll smooth through the Hilltop areaBrother start lettin off kickin that racketThinkin Im a rock star slingin them packetsI aint wit dat so I smooth ejectHit I-5 with the dope cassettePlayin that tough crew hardcore dopeThe tape deck brokeDamn whats next brothers in GoretexTryin to find a spot where we could hunt for sexFound a little club called the N-see-OMilitary competition. You know.I aint really fazed cause I pop much gameRolled up tough cause I got much fameHow ya doin baby my name is MixalotMixalot got a Benz boy quit smokin that rockOoooh I got dissed. But it aint no thingRunnin that game with the home made slangBaby got ished Bremelo gip.Keep laughin at the car and you might get clippedBy a hooptieRunnin outta gas stuck in trafficFar left lane throwin up much staticInput output carbeurator fulla sootWhatcha want me to do Mix?Push freak pushSputter sputter rollin over guttersCars dip low with hard core brothersTank on E pulled into ArcoCops on tip for Columbian cargoWe fit a stereotype thats what he saidBig long car four big black headsCops keep jockin grabbin like gatorsBout stereotypes Im lookin nuthin like NoriegaCop took my wallet looked at my licenseHis partner said Damn they all look like TysonYes Im legit so they gotta let me goThis bucket aint rollin in snowIts my hooptie

(Theyre jingling baby) Go head baby(Theyre jingling baby) Go head baby (Theyre jingling baby) Go head baby (Theyre jingling baby) Go head baby They call me Uncle L Future of the FunkRecords I recorded minus all the junkPeople spread gossip and believe what they mustWhile I slam dunk fags and make em bite the dustA minute is needed to make a phony roni bleedAnd put him in a bucket like its chicken feedCheck out the pick of the litter not a quitter Im nice yallAnd Ima dust you off and dust you off twiceYou never heard this so observant all hysterical Fan-natics of the Asiatic miracle manProminent dominant McCoy and Im RealIf youre another brothers fan? Forget how you feelCause hes so-so I got the instinctThey call me Deputy Dog now put your ass in the clinkInnovating devastating and dope on the single nowLet me see your earrings jingle(Theyre jingling baby) Go head baby(Theyre jingling baby) Go head baby (Theyre jingling baby) Go head baby (Theyre jingling baby) Go head baby I chopped you chewed you baked you and fucked youThat shit you pop you need to stop youre kind of rude youNo good nigga-boo trying to baseHow we living Holmes? Get out my face!Im complete in effect and I cant fallI rise surprise and I advise you allTo stand back and peep dont sleep or doubtMy skillll get Ill I turn the mother outIm top-notch youre still playing hop-scotchNow Ima do ya while the party people watchYoure real funny you really try to go for yoursBut I know why you aint had no dough beforeSo you tried and lied to drain my fameThis aint a game yo you know my nameForget all the MCs who like to mingleYo baby let me see your earrings jingle(Theyre jingling baby) Go head baby(Theyre jingling baby) Go head baby (Theyre jingling baby) Go head baby (Theyre jingling baby) Go head baby When you first walked in I aint know what to thinkYou grabbed the microphone like your {shit} dont stinkAnd tried to run down that I cant get over thatBullshit you were sayin you call that a battle rap?How you gonna go against an army with a handgun?Im Cool J yo you dont understand sonIm a legend on top of that Im livinNow you look stupid like that {bitch} Ms. GivensWhoever geesed you up nah how should I say it?Whoever set you up they knew just how to play itCause man YO I feel for you brotherIm a bad (Word to my mother!)Taking out suckers while the ladies puckerAnd rolling over niggas like a redneck truckerInnovating devastating and dope on a single nowLemme see your earrings jingle(Theyre jingling baby) Go head baby(Theyre jingling baby) Go head baby (Theyre jingling baby) Go head baby (Theyre jingling baby) Go head baby Yeah baby you know what I mean?You like be jingling crazy word(yeah yeah yeah)All over this funky beatYou be like jingling and your earrings be jinglingAnd shaking all over the place and allIts like real its real wild to me honey ya know what I mean?The way you be jingling word(Theyre jingling baby) Go head baby(Theyre jingling baby) Go head baby (Theyre jingling baby) Go head baby (Theyre jingling baby) Go head baby Cant believe you tried to grip the same mic as meYour grips too weak you cant hold it BYou can dream of making progress and getting this niceBut when I roll up its like Hip Hop ViceI serve to curbs I never swerve Im superbEvery word you heard played tricks on your nervesYou played your hand lost track of your planWhen I show up I blow up end of story my manIm a play you like a poker chip thats what you getI bet your fret sweat and regret you metThe titan of fighting exciting when writing you trifling toy-boyI gotta enlighten so start bitingYou know you cant create and get mean like thisWhen Im on the court G its strictly swish!When its all over said and done my friendThey say That {bad motherfucker} just scored againSo take a step back give me some room to wreck shopHeres your token back youre getting off at the next stopIma deliver and give a speech with vigorI drink some Olde E and start waxing (niggas)(Theyre jingling baby) Go head baby(Theyre jingling baby) Go head baby (Theyre jingling baby) Go head baby (Theyre jingling baby) Go head baby (Theyre jingling baby) Go head baby(Theyre jingling baby) Go head baby (Theyre jingling baby) Go head baby (Theyre jingling baby) Go head baby

Ey yo man my labelmate Don Newkirk Man step to him Thanks Serch! And now for the Prime Minister Sinister Pete N-hi-hi-hi-hi-hi-hice! Nice Nice Nice Kick em in the grill Pete! Verse One Pete Nice Gas past tense made facially 3rd Bassll express KMD Three blind mice on sight Zev Lover gave it the first light A grin shows a trick up a sleeve What a tangled web they weave Deceivers stupefied through fable Say Lets Make a Deal at the dinner table Put you on tour put your record on wax (Trust me!) Sign your life on the X You eXit X-off but what you really get A box of Newports and Puma sweats (damn!) Tex feeds and frowns upon Emus To give up Gas Face he drinks from a Thermos Sub Roc cut at you with a clipper Gas Face given I beg to differ Pete that was real def man but I gotta get serious now Ey yo Don step to em again Everybody MC Serch! Black cat is bad luck bad guys wear black Musta been a white guy who started all that (Make the Gas Face!) For those little white lies My expression to the mountainous blue eyes Then form a face and shake my skull cap Dismiss the myth that evil is not black But opposite spectrum this done by red man With horns on his head laid down the ill plan Got all his helpers said Make it snappy! Tell all the people that their hair cant be nappy! Blonde and blue-eyed or dark-skinned half a G A disease created by leprosy Dont speak of bleach bend them to right Say It was night WAY before the light Put aside spooks Serch leaves a trace Ive set em correct with the effect of the Gas Face Next up Don A Gas Face can either be a smile or a smirk When appears a monkey wrench to work ones clockwork Perkin his brim to the rim of my cup Dont tempt me youre empty so filler up! Is Im talkin coffee or cocoa is you loco? Cash or credit for unleaded at Sunoco KMD and 3rd Bass is just ace in the hole I mean soul so make the Gas Face (ha) Damn if looks could kill You look like host was a ghost from your grill But still whats the new fed to recollect To our passing phase to facades to Eddie Decker For my label reads Hood street might have a tattoo Dont pick any card or no rabbit from my hat Never a magician if I ever tricked em Oh shit! Another Gas Face victim There it is yo fellas man Why dont you step to the mic man? Thats how I kicks it for Eddie Decker Ey yo good lookin out Don man peace Punji yo who gets the Gas Face? Little Vic for the Gas Face Tony Dick gets the Gas Face No Gas Faces for Plugs One Two and Three No Gas Face for Professor Prince Pa-paul! ? My friend Tina gets the big Gas Face No Gas Face for DJ Subroc No Gas Face for KMD Hammer shut the f*ck up! Gas Face! ! What do we think about Hammer? ? GYP Get Yours Posse does not get the Gas Face But P W Botha gets a Gas Face ? Dante Ross gets the Gas Face Yo stop dissin Dante on records yall! Elroy Elroy Elroy Cohen gets the Gas Face! Thats all

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