Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Guilty Conscience, artist - Dr. Dre.
Date of issue: 22.02.1999
Song language: English
Guilty Conscience |
Meet Eddie, twenty-three years old |
Fed up with life and the way things are going |
He decides to rob a liquor store |
(I can’t take this no more, I can’t take it no more homes) |
But on his way in, he has a sudden change of heart |
And suddenly, his conscience comes into play |
(Shit is mine, I gotta do this, gotta do this) |
Alright, stop |
(Huh?) |
Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store |
And try to get money out the drawer |
You better think of the consequence |
(But who are you?) |
I’m your motherfuckin' conscience |
That’s nonsense |
Go in and gaffle the money and run to one of your aunt’s cribs |
And borrow a damn dress and one of her blonde wigs |
Tell her you need a place to stay |
You’ll be safe for days if you shave your legs with an aged razor blade |
Yeah, but if it all goes through like it’s supposed to The whole neighborhood knows you and they’ll expose you |
Think about it before you walk in the door first |
Look at the store clerk, she’s older than George Burns |
Fuck that, do that shit, shoot that bitch |
Can you afford to blow this shit? |
Are you that rich? |
Why you give a fuck if she dies? |
Are you that bitch? |
Do you really think she gives a fuck if you have kids? |
Man, don’t do it, it’s not worth it to risk it |
(You're right) |
Not over this shit, drop the biscuit |
(Stop, I will) |
Don’t even listen to Slim yo, he’s bad for you |
(You know what Dre? I don’t like your attitude) |
(It's alright c’mon, just come in here for a minute) |
(Mmm, I don’t know) |
(Look baby, damn) |
(Yo, it’s gonna be alright, right?) |
(Well, okay) |
Meet Stan, twenty-one years old |
(Give me a kiss) |
After meeting a young girl at a rave party |
Things start getting hot and heavy in an upstairs bedroom |
Once again, his conscience comes into play |
(Shit) |
Now listen to me, while you’re kissin' her cheek |
And smearin' her lipstick, I slipped this in her drink |
Now all you gotta do is nibble on this little bitch’s earlobe |
(Yo, this girl’s only fifteen years old) |
(You shouldn’t take advantage of her, that’s not fair) |
Yo, look at her bush, does it got hair? |
(Uh huh) |
Fuck this bitch right here on the spot bare |
Till she passes out and she forgot how she got there |
(Man, ain’t you ever seen that one movie 'Kids'?) |
No, but I seen the porno with SunDoobiest |
(Shit, you wanna get hauled off to jail?) |
Man fuck that, hit that shit raw dawg and bail |
Meet Grady, a twenty-nine year old construction worker |
After coming home from a hard day’s work |
He walks in the door of his trailer park home |
To find his wife in bed with another man |
(What the fuck) |
(Grady) |
Alright calm down, relax, start breathin' |
Fuck that shit, you just caught this bitch cheatin' |
While you at work she’s with some dude tryin to get off |
Fuck slittin' her throat, cut this bitch’s head off |
Wait, what if there’s an explanation for this shit? |
(What, she tripped, fell, landed on his dick?) |
Alright Shady, maybe he’s right Grady |
But think about the baby before you get all crazy |
Okay, thought about it, still wanna stab her? |
Grab her by the throat, get your daughter and kidnap her? |
That’s what I did, be smart, don’t be a retard |
You gonna take advice from somebody who slapped Dee Barnes |
What’chu say? |
(What's wrong, didn’t think I’d remember?) |
I’ma kill you motherfucker |
Temper, temper |
Mr. Dre? |
Mr. N.W.A. |
Mr. AK comin' straight outta Compton y’all better make way? |
How in the fuck you gonna tell this man not to be violent? |
'Cause he don’t need to go the same route that I went |
Been there, done that, aw fuck it What am I sayin'? |
Shoot 'em both Grady |
Where’s your gun at? |