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Luniz - I Got 5 on It Feat. Michael Marshall
Produced by: Tone Capone
Album: Operation Stackola

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[Intro]
People in Oakland, Oakland
See I'm ridin' higher and higher (woah-ohh)
Kinda broke, so y'all know all I got's five, I got five

[Verse 1: Yukmouth]
Player, give me some brew and I might just chill
But I'm the type that like to light another joint, like Cypress Hill
I steal doobies, spit loogies when I puff on it
I got some bucks on it, but it ain't enough on it
Go get the S-t. I-d-e-s
Nevertheless, I'm hella fresh, rollin' joints like a cigarette
So pass it across the table, like ping pong
I'm gone, beatin' my chest, like King Kong
It's on, wrap my lips around a 40
And when it comes to getting another stogie
Fools all kick in, like Shinobi
No, he ain't my homie to begin with
It's too many hands to be poppin' up, let my friend hit it
Unless you pull out the fat-crispy
Five-dollar bill, on the real, before it's history
‘Cause fools be havin' them vacuum lungs
And if you let 'em hit it for free, you hella dum-da-dum-dumb
I come to school with the Taylor on my earlobe
Avoiding all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos
That be blowing off the land, like, "Where the bomb at?"
Give me two bucks, you take a puff, and pass my bong back
Suck up the dank like a Slurpee; the serious bomb
Will make a niggy go delirious, like Eddie Murphy
I got more growing pains than Maggie
‘Cause homies nag me to take the dank out of the baggie

[Hook]
I got five on it; grab your 40, let's get keyed
I got five on it; messin' with that Indo weed
I got five on it; it's got me stuck, can not go back
I got five on it; partner, let's go half on a sack

[Verse 2: Numskull]
I take sacks to the face whenever I can
Don't need no crutch, I'm so keyed up
'Til the joint be burning my hand
Next time I roll it in a hampa
To burn slow, so the ashes won't be burning up my hand, bruh
Hoochies can hit, but they know they got to pitch in
Then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension (hahaha)
‘Cause I'll be damned if you get high off me for free
Hell no! You better bring your own spliff, chief!
What's up? Don't babysit that, better pass the joint
Stop hitting, ‘cause you know you got asthma
Crack a 40 open, homie, and guzzle it
‘Cause I know the weed in my system is gettin' lonely
I gotta take a whiz test to my P-O
I know I failed, ‘cause I done smoked major weed, bro
And every time we with Chris, that fool rollin' up a fatty
But the Tanqueray straight had me

[Hook]
I got five on it; grab your 40, let's get keyed
I got five on it; messin' with that Indo weed
I got five on it; it's got me stuck, can not go back
I got five on it; partner, let's go half on a sack

[Verse 3: Numskull]
Hey, make this right, mane, stop at the light, mane
My yester-night thing got me hung off the night train
You fade, I face, so let's head to the East
Hit the stroll to 9-0, so we can roll big hashish
I wish I could fade the eighth, but I'm low budget
Still rollin' a two-door Cutlass, same old bucket
Foggy windows, soggy Indo
I'm in the 'land getting smoked with my kinfolk

[Verse 4: Yukmouth]
Been smoked, Yuk'll spray ya, lay you down
Up in the O-A-K, the Town
Homies don't play around, we down to blaze a pound
Then ease up, speed up through the E-S-O
Drink the V-S-O-P with a lemon squeeze up
And everybody's rolled up, I'm the roller
That's quick to fold a blunt out of a bunch of sticky doja
Hold up, suck up my weed is all you do
Kick in feed, ‘cause where I be we need half, like Umfufu

[Hook]
I got five on it; grab your 40, let's get keyed
I got five on it; messin' with that Indo weed
I got five on it; it's got me stuck, can not go back
I got five on it; partner, let's go half on a sack
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MC Lyte

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MC Lyte - Keep On Keepin' On Feat. Xscape
Produced by: Carl So-Lowe & Jermaine Dupri
Album: Bad As I Wanna B

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[Verse 1]
B-boy where the fuck you at
I been looking for you're ass since a quarter past
Hot peas and butter, baby come and get your supper
Before I make you suffer, that's when you had enough-a
Can I get hot when you hit the jackpot
Surely I can if you the man
I get loose and produce large amounts of juice
Can you get used to that or do you need a boost of energy
To enter me and get it on
You're getting warm
I can feel you getting closer
Now baby, down this Mimosa
You better believe it's time to give a toast to
The woman of the decade, too bad to be played
Get vexed and I'm bound to throw shade
All over your body
Who's body, your body
I can rock a party like nobody
Leaving time to take home the loot
Choosy about who I let knock my boots
Now let me take sight while your loving the Lyte
Life ain't all that unless you're doing it right

[Hook]
Keep on, keeping on cause you came and you changed my world
Your love so brand new, keep on keep keeping on
Doin it right, right, right

[Verse 2]
Beware of the stare when I step into peace
I come in peace but I got shit that need to be released
Now who from the chosen shall I choose
Yeah now you wish you was in his shoes
I found me a new nigga this year
That knows how to handle this here
Now I look forward to going home at night
Brother does me right under the candlelight
Wax upon my back can I handle all of that
I guess I can, can I why not
If I wanna guess I can, can I
More honey than a bumble-bee hive
Pulling sixty-nine ways in my archive
Sweet like licorice, sugar for my booga
Juicy like Hi-C or an Icee
I got shit to make your ass write a bad check
Cause like I said I ain't afraid of the sweat
Beat on my drum if you feel the need to
As I procede to open up and feed you
I got a longing to put you where you wanna be
Been I can, I get rid of all company

[Hook]

Many have tried strict regulations
Lazy motherfuckers get put on probation
Those that didn't perform well
They gets no answer when they ring-a-ring-a my bell
You're playing with my time
Trying to jerk me, hurt me then dessert me
You better work me while you got the oppurtunity
To be in the midst of the L-Y-T-E
Only the strong survive, only the wise excel
Once said by my born-in-hell
Only the lonely die slowly
Left all alone try to control me
Easy does it never ask how was it
Never speak my info why my sheets in the streets
Cause that ain't cool and that ain't cute
To talk about who knocked the boots on a video shoot
But it's all good though, you gotta get it when you want it
Sight your prey, make your move and hop up on it
It's natural, never be ashamed
Fuck the fame, get the name and kick the game
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Geto Boys

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Geto Boys - Point of No Return
Produced by: Scarface & Mike Dean
Album: The Resurrection

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[Intro:]
G.B. ha ha youknowhatI'msayin'? Geto Boys in the house for the 1-9-9-6
(G.B.) (x16)

[Scarface:]
What if I learn to work your beat
And fuck with you in the ways that you fuck with me
And underline all y'all downfalls for ya
Catch you fuckin' up and bring the pound down on ya
Infect your neighbborhood with this drug called hate
Ish out your income and control y'all fate
Provide you motherfuckers with this shit that look cool
And price it outta range to keep your ass outta school
You don't work you don't eat you don't eat you don't sleep
And then I got your ass apon these motherfuckin' streets
Poising your own breed turning you from Jesus
Get you out your faith and hit your ass with diseases
And now you can't reproduce there goes your children
Don't worry about you dying slow I'm a get to killin'
And shot up your motherfuckin' dreams fromt he jump
And hold you in the penitentiary like a punk
But you can't do shit unless a motherfucker tell ya
You ain't a motherfuckin' man niggayous a failure
You wonder why I hate cha and I paint this picture?
Cause the government is fucked up and I ain't that nigga
So you can point the fingers at the motherfuckin' press
Cause they be feeding me with all the shit that I address
It ain't my motherfuckin' fault niggas ain't learnin'
We in too deep and ain't no returnin'

[Willie D:]
Willie D is my motherfuckin' name
Lettin' you hoes know is my motherfuckin' game
You got a problem with the way I drop my bloww
Bring it to the G to the motherfuckin' E to the O
I'm a let you hoes know the deal
You can't FUCK with Will, Face and Bill
I got niggas fully strapped with lots of nuts
And niggas in the back of ridah trucks
Do I give a fuck about America? (FUCK NO!)
Call me a patriot bitch I'm a buck yo, ass
Right up your motherfuckin' shit creek
She got some negativity with Willie D
Well then let the bitch be

[Scarface:]
In the begining motherfuckers pack straps
Puttin' they eyes on any motherfuckers back
You got out of line they hit your ass with the gat
Let you die where you lay and left your ass for the rats
Thats how it was and I can see it all again motherfuckers goin' crazy
Like they did when I was ten
I'm goin' through the same shit that my daddy went through when he was 22
Now who, the fuck to blame for the condition that we in
Pursue the game or end up back up off my shit again
It's kind of easy how we make your choice
We go to ghetto tactic labratorites providing ?
Well anyways that's how I seen it then
But now I realize white collar criminals had to bring it in
And now I go against my own kind
With the mentallity that these niggas been after me a long time
And if I'm caught up then I'm OUTTA HERE
But if you caught up you outta here
And then you wonder what we learned while we've been trapped here
We figured out how to adapt here

[Willie D:]
Edgar Hoovar I wwish you wasn't dead
So I could put a bullet in your motherfuckin' head
Goddamn faggot motherfuckin' drag queen
I know you put the hit on Martin Luther King
And Fred Hampton, Malcom and the others
You red neck punk motherfucker
Bob Dole keep you motherfuckin' mouth shut
Before a nigga beat your old ass up
Jumpin' on the rap bandwagon ain't helpin' it
You need to be concerned about the motherfuckin' deficit
I'm the type of nigga throw a party when the flag burn
I'm at the point of no return
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David Banner

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David Banner - Like a Pimp Feat. Lil Flip
Album: Mississippi: The Album

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[Hook]
Real thugs get down on the floor
Real girls get down on the floor
Like a pimp!

[Verse 1 - Lil Flip]
By the time I hit the door
I saw hoes on the floor
Niggas dressed in suits
Tricking all they dough
Me? I'm a pimp
I ain't paying for no sex
Man I'd rather buy a car
Or a new Rolex
Cause I got street fame
So hoes flock like birds
I got one ho in the range
And one ho in the burbs
When I hit the club
I'mma be with David Banner
A thug ass nigga
With bad table manners
We act bad; my nigga what is y'all saying?
Like when we walk inside clubs
Niggas hold they gal's hand
Cause they know we run trains (choo! choo!) all night
How could your gal leave me
And be with you all night?
But it's all right
Cause you know we don't kiss
Like Too Short said:
"Bitches ain't shit"
I tried to told ya
That most girls really freaks
And this is how they got to
Make their money every week

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - David Banner]
Step into club looking just like a pimp
We got cash, so we screaming out "shake something bitch!"
This is the song, tell the DJ put it on
Micheal Tyler made you shake
Sisqo made you show your thong
Bitch I'm dead wrong!
The playa from the crib
So get out on the floor
And girl, get it how you live
And since you so hot
Fuck it, show your pussy lips
You go to Tougaloo, but I know you still flip
Bitch, don't trip! Ain't a damn thing changed
I still love my queen
But bitches keep me to the game
So if you gotta ho, shake em up and let em go
And let them girls get down on the floor
Like a pimp!

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Lil Flip]
Now don't you hate them old
Lying ass hoes?
Smiling in your face
Wearing her best friend's clothes
I suppose they like the way me and Banner pimp
You can catch us at Pappadeaux
Eating steak and shrimp

[David Banner]
Or you can catch us at E&J's pouring it up
Flip whipping Cali trucks
Girls licking my nuts
We some Southside pimps
And we ain't giving a fuck
Poke your girl up in the throat
And make her swallow the nut

[Lil' Flip]
We make em swallow the nut, so
Follow the truck: Lil Flip and David Banner
We got all of the bucks, and
All of they sluts and all of the hoes
So drop it like it's hot, girl
Touch your fucking toes

[David Banner]
Go on, touch your toes, and
Make me a roll and go on - hit the mall
And buy me some clothes, mane
And if your boy trip, I'mma bust a clip
Y'all bitches can't fuck with me and Lil Flip!
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A.K.-S.W.I.F.T.

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A.K.-S.W.I.F.T. - In the Game

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In the game it's still the same, and I play it everyday,
and I play it to survive, in my players paradise.
In the game it's still the same, every player know's my name,
so let's go and roll the dice, what was yours will soon be mine.
In the game it's still the same, everytime, everyday,
in the game it's still the same, and I'm gonna play it my way.


All laid back, I'm kickin' in the club,
feeling on a honey, sippin' hen, sellin' dubs.
With my brothers...,"Rebel X" plotting schemes,
trying to make reality out of fucked up dreams.
Like "TLC" po-po's on the creep loc,
locking up niggaz from everything from crack to weed smoke.
Never understanding what I want is my bid,
have a record deal, money, wife and some kids.
But everytime I look, there's another playahater,
but you can't fade me, naw see you later.
It's more than bad enough, I'm living in a country that wanna see me hang,
hell naw, you ain't getting your wish fool, that's why my nuts hang word!
So put some brakes on that thought player,
so see ya
later.

Another scenario, fish got the bait yo,
cook it up, twist of lemon, serve it up but wait bro' oh-oh.
Here we go again another sucker for the contract,
the promise was'nt @#%$, now you're laying on your back.
But realize, recognize, the shadiness of this industry
with more than two eyes.
Cuz I know a victim, and I know him well,
"Mercenary A.K.-S.W.I.F.T." better known as "Burnell".
Makes a nigga wanna grab his strap up, blast up,
send you straight to hell, as I'm yelling backup.
You're a lucky @#%$, got away with it once,
never again, cuz of the position that I'm in.
Ad you know who I'm talking about,
delusions of granduer, pissed at my gift because I keep it pure.
Hook with a lure, real him in, as my vibe spins.

One more time, unfadeable, my @#%$ is created to,
blast on that ass, set you straight, and staying paid too.
Keep the food in the kitchen,
gotta stay mobbin' or be one of the motherfuckers for your lynchin'.
Livin' in this life on my feet, not my knees,
try to take that bitch, I'll have you bleeding yelling please.
disrespect is a mark, a mark is a spark of retaliation,
leaving you in the dark.
Too far gone, and your home is a dirt nap cuz it's on,
So leave the steady mobbin' to the real baby,
and let me do it my way, hey!
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Marcus D - Third Person Feat. One Be Lo
Produced by: Marcus D
Album: Melancholy Hopeful

[Hook]
This can’t be life in the whole
And we don’t know which way to go
Your destiny is a craft of gold
A holy treasure to behold

[Verse 1: One Be Lo]
Compose art, like Mozart take the stage
Favorite symphony, Craig G, Rap, Ace, and Kane
I’m comin' at 'em, Eve, and Abel Cain
But won’t hesitate to wave a blade, miss me la, slay the game
For survival, keep you on your tippy toes
Even with an ankle sprain, (ouch!)
Sometimes there’s no gain without a major pain
Play my roll Damon Wayans
A native dance in the soul train’ll make it rain
All exposed in a naked way
We see the scars, tattoos, the varicose veins
If I see a barricade I’ma make a way
My syntax wall of fame like graffiti on trains
Spray ‘em like a drive by for the ones laying in a grave
Memories that never fade away
Peace! The block letters, shaded shapes
And a painted face
Cause one picture is worth 1,000 words peep the rate exchange

[Hook]

[Verse 2: One Be Lo]
Pontiac Trans Am transform on the autobahn
Mega Deceptibots, beats by the Autocons
One Be Lo flow sound warm through the Avalon
Power over Megatron, tower over Babylon
My iTunes like bright moons and high noons
Left-handed writing these haikus
Thats a tight screw if you turn
The page keeping your eyes glued
Looking for the signs and clues your bound to find jewels

Buried alive like girls in Jahalia
This is not mcing, its the voice inside human beings
Its the thread between needle semen
The whole point I’m trying to make:
Music embrace a lot of people
Penetratin’ that mental state with stimulation
Insemination from generation to generation
Real life situations on paper
For everybody to understand
S.O.N.O.G.R.A.M. labor patients

[Clip]
“He's wrong, it don't take much strength to pull a trigger, but try and get up
Every morning day after day and work for a living. Let's see him try that. Then
We'll see who's the real tough guy. The working man’s the tough guy, you're
Father’s a tough guy.”
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Marcus D - All Around the World Feat. LaRue & Steph
Produced by: Marcus D
Album: Melancholy Hopeful

Chorus:
[LaRue & Steph]
I hope this makes it (all around the world)
To all the different places (all around the world)
All the beautiful faces (all around the world)
Follow me and we’ll take this (all around the world)
I hope this makes it (all around the world)
To all the different places (all around the world)
All the smiling faces (all around the world)
All different races (all around the world)

[LaRue]
No matter how you call it baby you can have all this
The richest man in the world don’t always stand tallest
Your hearts not your wallet, your souls not your Rolls Royce
Love is the key to success in the long run
God bless the mothers and all the present brothers
That take care of their kids unconditional loving
Without you we’d all be in a world of hurt
The blind leading the blind to the pearly dirt

[Hook]

Uh dear lord I hope that they can hear me
I’m here to show love there’s no need to fear me
We trying to move up past the boards in the ceiling
The world need love, my song is the healing
Provide that feeling when the going get tough
And a hard day at work is feeling like too much
I got what you want I got what ya need
A feeling so high you ain’t gotta smoke weed

Quality music for inspiration
Timeless for all generations and ages
Cooking that hot Cajun that you craving
I can care less if you know what my name is
As long as this airing on your station
Being played loud across the nation
Then I can say look ma I finally made it
I wrote this song and they got me playing
All around the world

[Hook]

[Bridge-Steph]

While I’m sittin here dwelling on myself
There’s some other poor soul that really needs my help
Affected by flash floods, hurricanes, earthquakes, you name it
And I’m worried over the price of kicks complainin'
Instead of buyin' shoes why don’t you give ‘em to her
Yea the girl lost her folks with the shake of the earth
Give thanks for the fact that you’re breathin'
Cause even when it seems there’s no hope
You give ‘em a reason yea

They say the good die young and the strong survive
We hope to all wake up and see tomorrow’s eyes
When my father died my vision became clear
Life’s too short to be sitting around here
Look I wish that I could take all your pain away
And bring sunshine into your rainy day
I dedicate this to all the little boys and girls
It’s time we spread love
All around the world
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M-Beat feat. General Levy - Incredible (OST Ali G Indahouse)

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Wicked (a), wicked, Junglist massive
Wicked (a), wicked, Junglist massive
Wicked (a), wicked (a), Junglist massive
Wicked (a), wicked, incredible

Well big up
All the original junglist massive
The original dancehall junglist dere
General Levy alongside the M-Beat
The world is in trouble
Ah what we tell dem murdera
It goes

I am the (a), incred (a), incred (a)
Incredible General
Sensational wah dem call me
Incred (a), incred (a), incredible Gene--
Select, selec-lect--

Yo

Mad de whole ah dem
I spin dem like a windmill
New talk fi dem
Gwarn tella dem we got the skill
Dance cyan nice unless we name pon de bill
And the girls hear we voices like dem dreams get fulfil
[?] me-ni-me-ni [?] me-ni-me-ni [?] me-ni-me-ni chill
[?] we nah sekkle we nah [?]
Wah de want come see us say us must be sick and must be ill
Test the daddy M-Beat unnu better go write your will

Come down!
Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy

So wah, booyaka booyaka, when the General ah pass
Booyaka booyaka, M-Beat run the dance
Booyaka booyaka, we nah tek back nah talk
Booyaka booyaka, incredible

Me stylee fi pon de mic [?] general
Get pon brock (a) inna me style
Wicked (a) original (a)
Me-ni-me-ni brock (a)
Me-ni-me-ni skin
Me nah (a) (a) or chat
Me-ni-me-ni nah [?] send ah (a) (a)
DJ to dem funeral
General Le-- (a) me-ni-me-ni-me nah pet (a)
Or (a) pam-- (a) --per (a)
When we come in dancehall hold pon de mic [?]
To de pinnacle
Looky looky DJ chat in me face me ah go (a) (a) bare chat
Cah we ah get dem critical, critical, critical
Come down

Select, selec-lect--
Select, selec-lect (a) (a) (a)
Sensational
Wah dem call me
Select, selec-lect--
Select, selec-lect (a) (a) (a)
Sensational

Incredible
Unstoppable
Unbeatable
Invincible
As beneficial
Respected by man
And loved by gyal
Come me (a) (a) inna de place we get dem (hys) terical
Cah me (a) (a) style is (o) (o) riginal

Junglist massive
Hear dis

So wah
(a) (a) icky icky (a) (a) mmm
M-Beat him come fe mad dem
(a) (a) icky icky (a) (a) mmm
General him come fe mad dem


Yo

Mad de whole ah dem
I spin dem like a windmill
New talk fi dem
Gwarn tella dem we got the skill
Dance cyan nice unless we name pon de bill
And the girls hear we voices like dem dreams get fulfill
[?] me-ni-me-ni [?] me-ni-me-ni [?] me-ni-me-ni chill
[?] we nah sekkle we nah [?]
Wah de want come see us say us must be sick and must be ill
Test the General unnu better go write your will, becah

(a) (a) icky icky (a) (a) mmm
Wicked, wicked (a)
Bo, bo, bo

(a) (a) icky icky (a) (a) mmm
Wicked, (a) wicked
(wicked) (wicked) bo bo bo

I am the (a), incred (a), incred (a)
Incredible Gene--
Booyaka
Select, selec-lect (a) (a) (a)
Sensational wah dem call me
I am the (a)
Incred (a)
Incred (a)
Incredible Gene--
Booyaka
Select, selec-lect (a) (a) (a)
Sensational so wah

Select, select, select, select
Select, select, select, select
Select, select, select, select
Select, select, select, select

Watch out
Talking about General
Unnu must be sick unnu must be fraud
Dis de General
Unnu better pack up and brock
Talking about ya [?]
You ah cold like salad
When de M-Beat come
Unnu better cock up and brock
Stop play tune
Word pon farm yard
Stand up and we drop it like
Between people cars
You diss [?]
We ah still two teachers
Dis de General
You get the critical ward

(a) icky icky (a) (a) mmm
Wicked, (M-Beat ya come fe mad dem) wicked

Me nah come fe ramp
With the riddim and the riddim ah ramp
Nah ramp with de riddim at all
Come General General Levy wit de computer tongue
Wah me do
Talk to de boys anna talk to de girls
Anna talk to de woman anna talk to de men
Talk to de bredren anna talk to de young generation
I give them [?] sound [?] (wicked, wicked)
And I [?] suck it in [?] (wicked, wicked)
Phenomenon one General system wit de computer tongue
Wah me do (wicked, wicked)
[?] (wicked, wicked)

Some of dem ah wee and
Some of dem ah tall
Some of dem ah jook
Some of dem ah chump
Some of dem ah addict for the coke and ah bawl fi the crack
And ah cry for the opium, wah me do

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Eazy-E (N.W.A) (1963 - 1995) могло бы исполниться сегодня 54 года.
Участнику группы из Комптона - N.W.A, создателю музыкального лейбла Ruthless Records, крестному отцу гэнгста-рэпа - Эрику Райту, более известному нам и миру, как Eazy-E могло бы исполниться сегодня 54 года. Он продал более 60 миллионов альбомов по всему миру его, а его отличительные навыки (такие как голос), остросоциальные тексты и неоспоримая харизма сделала из него легенду рэпа.


Eazy-E - Boyz-n-the Hood
Produced by: Dr. Dre
Album: Ruthless: Records 10th Anniversary: Decade of Game

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[Dr. Dre]
Hey yo, remember that shit Eazy did a while back
Motherfuckers said it wasn't gonna work (word)
That crazy shit, yeah the stupid shit
Hey yo Eazy! (Yo!)
Hey man why don't you come off the piano for a minute
And bust this crazy shit

[Eazy-E]
Woke up quick at about noon
Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon
I gotta get drunk before the day begins
Before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends
About to go and damn near went blind
Young niggaz at the pad throwin' up gang signs
Ran in the house and grabbed my clip
With the Mac-10 on the side of my hip
Bailed outside and pointed my weapon
Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin'
Jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride
I got front back and side to side
Then I let the Alpine play
Bumpin' new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin' like this:

[Verse 1]
Cruisin' down the street in my 6-4
Jockin' the bitches, slappin' the hoes
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckle-heads out there cold-shootin' some hoops
A car pulls up, who can it be?
A fresh El Camino rollin' Kilo G
He rolled down his window and he started to say
It's all about makin' that GTA

[Hook]
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' the trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit

{Scratching}
Hey, old man!
Get the fuck out!
Pump that beat!
Mothafucker, say what?

[Verse 2]
Donald B's in the place to give me the pace
He said my man JD is on freebase
The boy JD was a friend of mine
'Til I caught him in my car tryin' to steal an Alpine
Chased him up the streets to call a truce
The silly motherfucker pulls out a deuce deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12-gauge
One sucker dead, LA Times front page

[Hook]
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' the trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit

{Scratching}
Yo, Leroy!
Beer drinkin', breath stinkin', sniffin' glue

[Verse 3]
Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I went to a spot where my homeboys chill
The fellows out there, makin' that dollar
I pulled up in my 6-4 Impala
They greet me with a 40 and I start drinkin'
And from the 8-ball my breath starts stinkin'
Left to get my girl, to rock that body
Before I left I hit the Bacardi
Went to her house to get her out of the pad
Dumb hoe says something that made me mad
She said somethin' that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave
She started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe
Her father jumped up and he started to shout
So I threw a right-cross and knocked his old ass out

[Hook]
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' the trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit

{Scratching}
Who do you think you are, Mr. big stuff?
Rock this mothafucker like Three the Hard Way

[Verse 4]
I'm rollin' hard, now I'm under control
Then wrapped my 6-4 around a telephone pole
I looked at my car and I said "Oh, brother."
I throw it in the gutter, and go buy another
Walkin' home, I see the G ride
Now Cat is drivin', Kilo on the side
As they busted a U, they got pulled over
An undercover cop in a dark green Nova
Cat got beat for resistin' arrest
He socked the pig in the head for rippin' his Guess
Now G is caught for doin' the crime
Fourth offense on the boy he'll do some time

[Hook]
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' the trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit

{Scratching}
L.A. playa
Big Drum Beater

[Verse 5]
I went to get them out, but there was no bail
The fellas causin' a riot in the county jail
Two days later in the municipal court
Kilo G on trial cold cut a fart
"Disruption of the court," said the judge
On a six-year sentence, my man didn't budge
Baliff came over to turn him in
Kilo G looked up and gave a grin
He yelled out "Fire!", then came Suzy
The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi
Police shot the girl but didn't hurt her
Both upstate for attempted murder

[Hook]
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' the trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit

{Scratching}
Get busy, y'all!
Aw
You mothafucker!

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Американская хип-хоп-группа из Комптона - N.W.A, которую многие считают одним из основателей поджанра гангста-рэп. Существовала с 1986 по 1991 годы и вызывала большое количество споров в связи с откровенным характером их текстов. Впоследствии коллектив был запрещена на многих главных радиостанциях США и даже иногда запрещались их гастроли. Группа продала на сегодняшний день около 30 миллионов копий своих дисков только в США. Их первый альбом, Straight Outta Compton, обозначил начало новой эры гангста-рэпа, так как их творчество и поднятие социальных проблем были революционными.

N.W.A - Straight Outta Compton
Produced by: DJ Yella & Dr. Dre
Album: Straight Outta Compton

[Intro: Dr. Dre]
You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge

[Verse 1: Ice Cube]
Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube
From the gang called Niggas Wit Attitudes
When I'm called off, I got a sawed-off
Squeeze the trigger and bodies are hauled off
You too, boy, if you fuck with me
The police are gonna have to come and get me
Off your ass, that's how I'm going out
For the punk motherfuckers that's showing out
Niggas start to mumble, they wanna rumble
Mix 'em and cook 'em in a pot, like gumbo
Going off on the motherfucker like that
With a gat that's pointed at your ass
So give it up smooth
Ain't no telling when I'm down for a jack move
Here's a murder rap to keep y'all dancin'
With a crime record like Charles Manson
AK-47 is the tool
Don't make me act a motherfucking fool
Me you can go toe to toe, no maybe
I'm knocking niggas out the box, daily
Yo, weekly, monthly and yearly
Until them dumb motherfuckers see clearly
That I'm down with the capital C-P-T
Boy, you can't fuck with me
So when I'm in your neighborhood, you better duck
‘Cause Ice Cube is crazy as fuck
As I leave, believe I'm stompin'
But when I come back boy, I'm coming straight outta Compton
(Compton Compton Compton)

[Interlude: Eazy E (MC Ren)]
Yo, Ren! (Whassup?)
Tell 'em where you from!

[Verse 2: MC Ren]
Straight outta Compton, another crazy ass nigga
More punks I smoke, yo, my rep gets bigger
I'm a bad motherfucker, and you know this
But the pussy-ass niggas won't show this
But I don't give a fuck, I'ma make my snaps
If not from the records, from jacking or craps
Just like burglary, the definition is jacking
And when I'm legally armed it's called packing
Shoot a motherfucker in a minute
I find a good piece of pussy and go up in it
So if you're at a show in the front row
I'ma 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 motherfucker from the street
Attitude legit, ‘cause I'm tearing up shit
MC Ren controls the automatic
For any dumb motherfucker that starts static
Not the right hand, ‘cause I'm the hand itself
Every time I pull an AK off the shelf
The security is maximum, and that's a law
R-E-N spells Ren, but I'm raw
See, ‘cause I'm the motherfucking villain
The definition is clear, you're the witness of a killin'
That's taking 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
(Compton Compton Compton)
(Straight outta Compton)

[Interlude: Dr. Dre]
Eazy is his name, and the boy is coming…

[Verse 3: Eazy E]
…Straight outta Compton
Is a brother that'll smother your mother
And make your sister think I love her
Dangerous motherfucker raising hell
And if I ever get caught, I make bail
See, I don't give a fuck, that's the problem
I see a motherfucking 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 showing a nigga driving
But don't know where the fuck he's going, just rolling
Looking for the one they call Eazy
But here's a flash, they'll never seize me
Ruthless, never seen, like a shadow in the dark
Except when I unload
You see a spark and jump over hesitation
And hear the scream of the one who got the lead penetration
Feel a little gust of wind and I'm jetting
But leave a memory no one'll be forgetting
So what about the bitch who got shot? Fuck her!
You think I give a damn about a bitch? I ain't a sucker
This is an autobiography of the E
And if you ever fuck with me
You'll get taken by a stupid dope brother who will smother
Word to the motherfucker, straight outta Compton
(Compton Compton Compton)
(Straight outta Compton)

[Outro]
Damn, that shit was dope!
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