N.W.A lyrics
N.W.A lyrics
"Fuck Tha Police lyrics"
Satan Goes To Church lyrics
And Jesus said, "Get down on your knees andPray for forgiveness. Satan has corrupted yourMind with his EVIL temptations! REPENT!SINNERS! REPENT! Pray for forgiveness, so thatGod won't send you to HELL!!!!!!!!!!"AMEN!Satan hears his nameWalks right into the churchScratches his name on the wallIn BLOOD!S-A-T-A-NS-A-T-A-N
And Jesus said, "Get down on your knees andPray for forgiveness. Satan has corrupted yourMind with his EVIL temptations! REPENT!SINNERS! REPENT! Pray for forgiveness, so thatGod won't send you to HELL!!!!!!!!!!"AMEN!Satan hears his nameWalks right into the churchScratches his name on the wallIn BLOOD!S-A-T-A-NS-A-T-A-N
Right about now, NWA court is in full effect. Judge Dre presiding in the case of NWA versus the police department. Prosecuting attourneys are MC Ren, Ice Cube, and Eazy muthafuckin E. Order, order, order. Ice Cube, take the muthafuckin stand. Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothin but the truth so help your black ass? Why don't you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say? Fuck tha police Comin straight from the underground Young nigga got it bad cuz I'm brown And not the other color so police think They have the authority to kill a minority Fuck that shit, cuz I ain't tha one For a punk muthafucka with a badge and a gun To be beatin on, and throwin in jail We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell Fuckin with me cuz I'm a teenager With a little bit of gold and a pager Searchin my car, lookin for the product Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics You'd rather see me in the pen Then me and Lorenzo rollin in the Benzo Beat tha police outta shape And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape To tape off the scene of the slaughter Still can't swallow breadAround The Way Girl lyricsand water I don't know if they fags or what Search a nigga down and grabbin his nuts And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none But don't let it be a black and a white one Cuz they slam ya down to the street top Black police showin out for the white cop Ice Cube will swarm On any muthafucka in a blue uniform Just cuz I'm from the CPT, punk police are afraid of me A young nigga on a warpath And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath Of cops, dyin in LA Yo Dre, I got somethin to say Fuck the police (4X) M. C. Ren, will you please give your testimony to the jury about this fucked up incident.> Fuck tha police and Ren said it with authority because the niggaz on the street is a majority. A gang, is with whoever I'm stepping and the motherfuckin' weapon is kept in a stash box, for the so-called law wishin' Ren was a nigga that they never saw Lights start flashin behind me But they're scared of a nigga so they mace me to blind me But that shit don't work, I just laugh Because it gives em a hint not to step in my path To the police I'm sayin fuck you punk Readin my rights and shit, it's all junk Pu
(You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving) (On your loving) I want a girl with extensions in her hair Bamboo earrings At least two pair A Fendi bag and a bad attitude That's all I need to get me in a good mood She can walk with a switch and talk with street slang I love it when a woman ain't scared to do her thing Standing at the bus stop sucking on a lollipop Once she gets pumping its hard to make the hottie stop She likes to dance to the rap jam She sweet as brown sugar with the candied yamsWaste Of Towels lyricslin out a silly club, so you stand With a fake assed badge and a gun in your hand But take off the gun so you can see what's up And we'll go at it punk, I'ma fuck you up Make ya think I'm a kick your ass But drop your gat, and Ren's gonna blast I'm sneaky as fuck when it comes to crime But I'm a smoke em now, and not next time Smoke any muthafucka that sweats me Or any assho that threatens me I'm a sniper with a hell of a scope Takin out a cop or two, they can't cope with me The muthafuckin villian that's mad With potential to get bad as fuck So I'm a turn it around Put in my clip, yo, and this is the sound Ya, somethin like that, but it all depends on the size of the gat Takin out a police would make my day But a nigga like Ren don't give a fuck to say Fuck the police (4X) Police, open now. We have a warrant for Eazy-E's arrest. Get down and put your hands up where I can see em. Just shut the fuck up and get your muthafuckin ass on the floor. [huh?]> and tell the jury how you feel abou this bullshit.> I'm tired of the muthafuckin jackin Sweatin my gang while I'm chillin in the shackin Shining tha light in m
There is only one woman...But many faces[M:] Yeah, and you're all bad fucksPee on the floorMissed the door, on the floorWaste of towels, I lost my bowelsI peed on the floorI tried but my eyes liedI could not find the doorPee on the floorMissed the door, on the floorAmped lyricsy face, and for what Maybe it's because I kick so much butt I kick ass, or maybe cuz I blast On a stupid assed nigga when I'm playin with the trigga Of any Uzi or an AK Cuz the police always got somethin stupid to say They put up my picture with silence Cuz my identity by itself causes violence The E with the criminal behavior Yeah, I'm a gansta, but still I got flavor Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got? A sucka in a uniform waitin to get shot, By me, or another nigga. and with a gat it don't matter if he's smarter or bigger [MC Ren: Sidle him, kid, he's from the old school, fool] And as you all know, E's here to rule Whenever I'm rollin, keep lookin in the mirror And there's no cue, yo, so I can hear a Dumb muthafucka with a gun And if I'm rollin off the 8, he'll be tha one That I take out, and then get away And while I'm drivin off laughin This is what I'll say Fuck the police (4X) The jury has found you guilty of bein a redneck, whitebread, chickenshit muthafucka. Wait, that's a lie. That's a goddamn lie. I want justice! I want justice! Fuck you, you black muthafucka!> Fuck the police (3X)
Scored primed and packed geared up Rules are none move with the pack Chopped and spread lines reflect white Reasoning fades into the second day Searching for something more Endless are the window patrols Time wags its accusing finger Time will cut you without distinction In the eleventh hour Cranked up high Cranked up high Tight chewing skin until it bleeds Ringed by broken cars and guns Nocturnal hiding from the sun Teeth turn black and rot You don't want it you just need it You gotta get it cranked up really high Into the third