Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Straight Outta Compton, artist - N.W.A.
Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Straight Outta Compton |
You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge |
Straight outta Compton, it's a crazy brotha named Ice Cube |
From the stupid-dope gang wit a attitude |
When I'm called off, I gotta sawed-off |
Kick knowledge and bodies are hauled off |
You too boy if you get with me |
The police are gonna have to come and get me |
Off yo back, that's how I'm going out |
For the sucka dumb brothas that's showing out |
Some start to mumble, they wanna rumble |
Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo |
Going off on everybody like that |
With bass that's droppin' in your face |
So give it up smooth |
Ain't no telling when I'm down for a jack move |
Here's a murder rap to keep you dancing |
With a crime record like Charles Manson |
Yo Dre, what's the sound of my tool? |
[bullets] |
Now you know that I'm about to act a fool |
Me you can go toe to toe, no maybe |
I'm knocking suckas out the box, daily |
Yo weekly, monthly and yearly |
Until the whole damn world see clearly |
That I'm down with the capital C-P-T |
Boy, you can't step to me |
So when I'm in your neighborhood, you better duck down |
Cause Ice Cube will damn sure buck 'em down |
As I leave, believe I'm stomping |
But when I come back boy, I'm coming straight outta Compton |
Yo Ren |
Whassup |
Tell em where you from |
Straight outta Compton, a brotha with his finger on the trigger |
More punks I take out, my rep gets bigger |
I'm a ruthless villain and you know this |
But the suckas in the public won't show this |
But I don't really care, I'mma make my snaps |
If not from the records, from jacking the craps |
It's like burglary, the definition is jacking |
And when illegally armed it's called packing |
Knock a fool out in a sec |
I find somebody talkin' trash and put em in check |
So if you're at a show in the front row |
I'mma call you a sucka if you don't go with the flow |
You'll probably get mad like a punk is supposed to |
But that shows me, yo, you're composed to |
A crazy young brotha from the street |
Attitude legit cause I'm ready to hit |
MC Ren controls the automatic |
For any fool in my way that starts static |
Not the right hand cause I'm the hand itself |
Every time I pull a AK off the shelf |
The security is maximum and that's a law |
R-E-N spells Ren but I'm raw |
See, cause people know me as a villain |
The definition is clear, you're the witness of a killing |
That's taking place without a clue |
And once you're on the scope, you know you're through |
Look, you might take it as a trip |
But a brotha like Ren is on a gangsta tip |
Straight outta Compton |
Eazy is his name and the boy is coming |
Straight outta Compton |
Is a brother that'll smother your mother |
And make your sister think I love her |
Dangerous young brotha raising hell |
And if I ever get caught, I make bail |
See I don't really care, that's the problem |
When I see a police, I don't dodge him |
But I'm smart, lay low, creep a while |
And when I see the punk pass, I smile |
To me it's kinda funny, the attitude showing suckas driving |
But don't know where the hell they going, just rolling |
Looking for the one they call Eazy |
But here's a flash, they never seize me |
Ruthless |
Never seen like a shadow in the dark |
Except when I unload |
You see I'll get over the hesitation |
And hear the scream of the one who got the lead penetration |
Feel a little gust of wind and now I'm jetting |
And leave a memory no one'll be forgetting |
So what about the girl who got shot [garbled] |
You think I give a damn about a girl, I ain't a sucker |
This is the autobiography of the E |
And if you ever mess with me |
You'll get taken by a stupid dope brother who will smother |
Word to the mother, yeah! |
Straight outta Compton |
That's the way it goes in the city of Compton, boy |