| You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge
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| Straight outta Compton, it's a crazy brotha named Ice Cube
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| From the stupid-dope gang wit a attitude
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| When I'm called off, I gotta sawed-off
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| Kick knowledge and bodies are hauled off
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| You too boy if you get with me
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| The police are gonna have to come and get me
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| Off yo back, that's how I'm going out
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| For the sucka dumb brothas that's showing out
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| Some start to mumble, they wanna rumble
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| Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo
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| Going off on everybody like that
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| With bass that's droppin' in your face
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| So give it up smooth
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| Ain't no telling when I'm down for a jack move
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| Here's a murder rap to keep you dancing
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| With a crime record like Charles Manson
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| Yo Dre, what's the sound of my tool? |
| [bullets]
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| Now you know that I'm about to act a fool
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| Me you can go toe to toe, no maybe
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| I'm knocking suckas out the box, daily
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| Yo weekly, monthly and yearly
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| Until the whole damn world see clearly
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| That I'm down with the capital C-P-T
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| Boy, you can't step to me
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| So when I'm in your neighborhood, you better duck down
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| Cause Ice Cube will damn sure buck 'em down
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| As I leave, believe I'm stomping
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| But when I come back boy, I'm coming straight outta Compton
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| Yo Ren
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| Whassup
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| Tell em where you from
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| Straight outta Compton, a brotha with his finger on the trigger
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| More punks I take out, my rep gets bigger
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| I'm a ruthless villain and you know this
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| But the suckas in the public won't show this
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| But I don't really care, I'mma make my snaps
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| If not from the records, from jacking the craps
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| It's like burglary, the definition is jacking
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| And when illegally armed it's called packing
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| Knock a fool out in a sec
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| I find somebody talkin' trash and put em in check
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| So if you're at a show in the front row
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| I'mma call you a sucka if you don't go with the flow
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| You'll probably get mad like a punk is supposed to
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| But that shows me, yo, you're composed to
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| A crazy young brotha from the street
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| Attitude legit cause I'm ready to hit
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| MC Ren controls the automatic
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| For any fool in my way that starts static
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| Not the right hand cause I'm the hand itself
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| Every time I pull a AK off the shelf
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| The security is maximum and that's a law
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| R-E-N spells Ren but I'm raw
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| See, cause people know me as a villain
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| The definition is clear, you're the witness of a killing
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| That's taking place without a clue
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| And once you're on the scope, you know you're through
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| Look, you might take it as a trip
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| But a brotha like Ren is on a gangsta tip
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| Straight outta Compton
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| Eazy is his name and the boy is coming
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| Straight outta Compton
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| Is a brother that'll smother your mother
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| And make your sister think I love her
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| Dangerous young brotha raising hell
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| And if I ever get caught, I make bail
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| See I don't really care, that's the problem
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| When I see a police, I don't dodge him
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| But I'm smart, lay low, creep a while
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| And when I see the punk pass, I smile
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| To me it's kinda funny, the attitude showing suckas driving
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| But don't know where the hell they going, just rolling
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| Looking for the one they call Eazy
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| But here's a flash, they never seize me
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| Ruthless
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| Never seen like a shadow in the dark
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| Except when I unload
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| You see I'll get over the hesitation
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| And hear the scream of the one who got the lead penetration
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| Feel a little gust of wind and now I'm jetting
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| And leave a memory no one'll be forgetting
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| So what about the girl who got shot [garbled]
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| You think I give a damn about a girl, I ain't a sucker
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| This is the autobiography of the E
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| And if you ever mess with me
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| You'll get taken by a stupid dope brother who will smother
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| Word to the mother, yeah!
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| Straight outta Compton
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| That's the way it goes in the city of Compton, boy |