Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Right Up My Alley, artist - MC Ren. Album song Kizz My Black Azz, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.06.1992
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Villain Entertainment
Song language: English
Right Up My Alley |
Oh yeah… |
You know what I’m sayin'… |
We peel mothafuckin’cops around here… |
You can’t come around here talkin’that shit |
You’ll get a mothafuckin’bullet in your head and wind up dead |
You know what I’m sayin', I’ll send you home in a bodybag you fag |
And I’m 'a tell you somethin’right now — |
don’t come to the alley with that bullshit |
Hey Ren, who’s talkin’shit? |
Hey nigga where that shit happenin’at lo'? |
Right up my alley I see things and scenes |
But you know it ain’t over 'till the black nigga sings |
And he’s singin’the blues and holdin’shoes |
While he’s zippin’off booth |
'Cuz every week he see a nigga’s killed in the news |
In the alley all the hard hits kicking |
Don’t permit the suckerz cuz they ride the mothafuckaz |
Niggaz gettin’high and high 'till they grw-p (grow-up) |
So fucked up — they start shootin’at the cops |
So ladies complain but there ain’t shit they can do Or run dead in the house slap the bitches with a shoe |
I sell my dope and I ain’t ashamed to say it Cuz I got Benz and mothafuckaz won’t pay it In the alley — Bitches sell pussy real cheap |
Waitin''round the trick when the fucka fall asleep |
Bitches 15−16 got the claps |
And crabs in their pussy crawl around in the naps |
Sometime ho’s would tore jams in the toes |
30 ass cloth, with boogers in their nose |
Roamin', Roamin’lookin’for dick to suck |
Walk around in the dayz like they don’t give a fuck |
IN THE ALLEY. |
Hey man, look at these mothafuckin’basehead bases … |
Nigga you pop a gang of shit but ah nigga |
Where you from? |
Right up my alley niggaz trip cars that they stole |
And niggaz outside look for wayz to get swole |
Takin’turns, zippin’on the 40 oz Poppin’some funky shit by the D.O.C |
I’m with my nigga little nation or my homey named snoop |
My nigga DJ train he hittin’corner in de coop |
Pullin’up I give him gat — axin’if he pullin’work |
Lookin’like a straight G — with some cockeis and a T-shirt |
We sit at the table wrappin’bones |
While the little BG’z fight with the sticks and the stones |
Tryin’to get a name for the self yo but why |
So all the little buckets gettin’the G into a driveby |
Take down some rifles 'cross-town |
They’re back to the alley where they can’t be found |
Police come around and try to find 'em |
But the whole fuckin’scene is standing right there behind them |
Open up fire on the pigs now they cook |
They did’nt know what hit 'em cuz the niggaz had to get 'em |
IN THE ALLEY. |
Officers down, officers down, we need assistance in the alley. |
You’re talkin’shit but where was you nigga? |
Standin’in the alley with my nigga Juvinalle for a while |
This nigga try to rush it but the fool was livin’fall |
Tryin’to get a name pretended on the wrong wayz |
My brother cock de fuck out to his ass in the dayz |
People crowded 'round like a fly on shit |
Everybody had to stand cuz there ain’t nowhere to sit |
This little punk he was new to the alley |
He grew up with some white mothafuckaz in the valley |
Now he’s on his back lookin’up in all these faces |
I bet he won’t open up his mouth in no more places |
And he don’t know, he won’t go but now he has to go My brother picked him up and started hittin’him some more |
Then every nigga had to get a turn |
To make sure that this mothafucka learn |
Niggaz kickin’him — hittin’him with bricks |
Check it, and my homey lit his big ball bite off his dick |
And to top it off he pulled my brother at the scene |
He emptied up his click with the whole 15 |
IN THE ALLEY. |