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    Radio Los Santos Lyrics Guide (Explicit Language) by VampireHorde

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    Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas
    WESTCOAST 4 LIFE - Radio Los Santos Guide
    Authored by VampireHorde
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    **Credit to Mushroom_Man for the artwork above.
    Death Row Vibe Cover
    What's going on, party people! Thanks for clicking on the FAQ. 
    There are 11 stations in San Andreas and this guide will showcase all 
    the slammin' music on Radio Los Santos. 
    Here you'll find the playlist, the artist, and which album the songs 
    are all derived from. Lyrics for all tracks will be included here, too.
    RLS is a hardcore West Coast-style rap radio station. All songs played 
    on this station are uncensored (which is ironic because all rap music 
    played on the radio in the 90's was censored!) and consist mainly of 
    "Gangsta rap" music. 
    The Hispanic Causing Panic Julio G hosts the Radio Los Santos station. 
    He also hosts KDAY 93.5 here in sunny Southern California. Hip Hop 
    today and back in the day! 
    Click on the link if you don't believe me: http://www.935kday.com/
    "You're listening to Radio Los Santos, the greatest music station in 
    the world! Act like you know ese's, HOLLA!" --Madd Dogg
                      ++  RADIO LOS SANTOS PLAYLIST  ++
                           _______ _______ _______ 
                          |_     _|   |   |    ___|
                            |   | |       |    ___|
                            |___| |___|___|_______|
        ______ _____   _______ ___ ___ _____   _______ _______ _______ 
       |   __ \     |_|   _   |   |   |     |_|_     _|     __|_     _|
       |    __/       |       |\     /|       |_|   |_|__     | |   |  
       |___|  |_______|___|___| |___| |_______|_______|_______| |___|  
    ___________________   ________   
    \__    ___/\_____  \  \_____  \  
      |    |    /   |   \  /   |   \ 
      |    |   /    |    \/    |    \
      |____|   \_______  /\_______  /
                       \/         \/ 
      _________ ___ ___ ________ _____________________
     /   _____//   |   \\_____  \\______   \__    ___/
     \_____  \/    ~    \/   |   \|       _/ |    |   
     /        \    Y    /    |    \    |   \ |    |  - TOO SHORT 
    /_______  /\___|_  /\_______  /____|_  / |____|  - The Ghetto  
                     \/         \/       \/               
    __________________  _____  _________  
    \_____  \______   \/  _  \ \_   ___ \ 
     /  ____/|     ___/  /_\  \/    \  \/ 
    /       \|    |  /    |    \     \____  - 2PAC
    \_______ \____|  \____|__  /\______  /  - I Don't Give a Fuck
            \/               \/        \/   
      _____ ____  __  __ _____ _______ ____  _   _  _____ 
     / ____/ __ \|  \/  |  __ \__   __/ __ \| \ | |/ ____|
    | |   | |  | | \  / | |__) | | | | |  | |  \| | (___  
    | |   | |  | | |\/| |  ___/  | | | |  | | . ` |\___ \ 
    | |___| |__| | |  | | |      | | | |__| | |\  |____) |
     \_____\____/|_|  |_|_|      |_|  \____/|_| \_|_____/ 
     __  __  ____   _____ _______ 
    |  \/  |/ __ \ / ____|__   __|
    | \  / | |  | | (___    | |   
    | |\/| | |  | |\___ \   | |   
    | |  | | |__| |____) |  | |   
    |_|  |_|\____/|_____/   |_|  
    __          __     _   _ _______ ______ _____  
    \ \        / /\   | \ | |__   __|  ____|  __ \ 
     \ \  /\  / /  \  |  \| |  | |  | |__  | |  | |
      \ \/  \/ / /\ \ | . ` |  | |  |  __| | |  | |
       \  /\  / ____ \| |\  |  | |  | |____| |__| | - COMPTON'S MOST WANTED
        \/  \/_/    \_\_| \_|  |_|  |______|_____/  - HOOD TOOK ME UNDER
    ________ __________  ________ _____________________
    \______ \\______   \ \______ \\______   \_   _____/
     |    |  \|       _/  |    |  \|       _/|    __)_  - DR. DRE
     |    `   \    |   \  |    `   \    |   \|        \   NUTHIN'
    /_______  /____|_  / /_______  /____|_  /_______  / - BUT A "G" THANG
            \/       \/          \/       \/        \/    
    ________ __________  ________ _____________________
    \______ \\______   \ \______ \\______   \_   _____/
     |    |  \|       _/  |    |  \|       _/|    __)_ 
     |    `   \    |   \  |    `   \    |   \|        \ - DR. DRE 
    /_______  /____|_  / /_______  /____|_  /_______  / - FUCK WIT' DRE DAY
            \/       \/          \/       \/        \/  
    ________ __________  ________ _____________________
    \______ \\______   \ \______ \\______   \_   _____/
     |    |  \|       _/  |    |  \|       _/|    __)_ 
     |    `   \    |   \  |    `   \    |   \|        \ - DR. DRE  
    /_______  /____|_  / /_______  /____|_  /_______  / - DEEP COVER
            \/       \/          \/       \/        \/ 
     ____  __.___________   
    |    |/ _|   \______ \  
    |      < |   ||    |  \ 
    |    |  \|   ||    `   \
    |____|__ \___/_______  /
            \/           \/ 
    _____________________ ________    ____________________
    \_   _____/\______   \\_____  \  /   _____/\__    ___/
     |    __)   |       _/ /   |   \ \_____  \   |    |   
     |     \    |    |   \/    |    \/        \  |    |   - KID FROST
     \___  /    |____|_  /\_______  /_______  /  |____|   - LA RAZA
         \/            \/         \/        \/            
    ______________.___._______________________________ _________ _________
    \_   ___ \__  |   |\______   \______   \_   _____//   _____//   _____/
    /    \  \//   |   | |     ___/|       _/|    __)_ \_____  \ \_____  \ 
    \     \___\____   | |    |    |    |   \|        \/        \/        \
     \______  / ______| |____|    |____|_  /_______  /_______  /_______  /
            \/\/                         \/        \/        \/        \/ 
      ___ ___ .___.____    .____     
     /   |   \|   |    |   |    |    
    /    ~    \   |    |   |    |    
    \    Y    /   |    |___|    |___   - CYPRESS HILL
     \___|_  /|___|_______ \_______ \  - HOW I COULD JUST KILL A MAN
           \/             \/       \/
    ______________ ______________ ________   ________  _________  
    \__    ___/   |   \_   _____/ \______ \  \_____  \ \_   ___ \ 
      |    | /    ~    \    __)_   |    |  \  /   |   \/    \  \/ 
      |    | \    Y    /        \  |    `   \/    |    \     \____
      |____|  \___|_  /_______  / /_______  /\_______  /\______  /
                    \/        \/          \/         \/        \/
     _______     __      __     _____   
     \      \   /  \    /  \   /  _  \  
     /   |   \  \   \/\/   /  /  /_\  \ 
    /    |    \  \        /  /    |    \  - NWA 
    \____|__  /   \__/\  /   \____|__  /  - ALWAYZ INTO SOMETHIN'
            \/         \/            \/  
     _______     __      __     _____   
     \      \   /  \    /  \   /  _  \  
     /   |   \  \   \/\/   /  /  /_\  \ 
    /    |    \  \        /  /    |    \  - NWA
    \____|__  /   \__/\  /   \____|__  /  - EXPRESS YOURSELF
            \/         \/            \/  
    .____________ ___________ _________  ____ ________________________
    |   \_   ___ \\_   _____/ \_   ___ \|    |   \______   \_   _____/
    |   /    \  \/ |    __)_  /    \  \/|    |   /|    |  _/|    __)_ 
    |   \     \____|        \ \     \___|    |  / |    |   \|        \
    |___|\______  /_______  /  \______  /______/  |______  /_______  /
                \/        \/          \/                 \/        \/  
    .____________ ___________ _________  ____ ________________________
    |   \_   ___ \\_   _____/ \_   ___ \|    |   \______   \_   _____/
    |   /    \  \/ |    __)_  /    \  \/|    |   /|    |  _/|    __)_ 
    |   \     \____|        \ \     \___|    |  / |    |   \|        \
    |___|\______  /_______  /  \______  /______/  |______  /_______  /
                \/        \/          \/                 \/        \/ 
    ___________   _____  _______________.___.   ___________
    \_   _____/  /  _  \ \____    /\__  |   |   \_   _____/
     |    __)_  /  /_\  \  /     /  /   |   |    |    __)_ 
     |        \/    |    \/     /_  \____   |    |        \ 
    /_______  /\____|__  /_______ \ / ______|   /_______  / 
            \/         \/        \/ \/                  \/  
       _____ __________ ____________   _______________
      /  _  \\______   \\_____  \   \ /   /\_   _____/
     /  /_\  \|    |  _/ /   |   \   Y   /  |    __)_ 
    /    |    \    |   \/    |    \     /   |        \
    \____|__  /______  /\_______  /\___/   /_______  /
            \/       \/         \/                 \/ 
    ______________ ______________ .____       _____  __      __ 
    \__    ___/   |   \_   _____/ |    |     /  _  \/  \    /  \
      |    | /    ~    \    __)_  |    |    /  /_\  \   \/\/   /
      |    | \    Y    /        \ |    |___/    |    \        / 
      |____|  \___|_  /_______  / |_______ \____|__  /\__/\  /  
                    \/        \/          \/       \/      \/    
    .____     ___________ _______  _________   ___ ___  
    |    |    \_   _____/ \      \ \_   ___ \ /   |   \ 
    |    |     |    __)_  /   |   \/    \  \//    ~    \
    |    |___  |        \/    |    \     \___\    Y    /
    |_______ \/_______  /\____|__  /\______  /\___|_  / 
            \/        \/         \/        \/       \/  
       _____   ________ __________ 
      /     \  \_____  \\______   \
     /  \ /  \  /   |   \|    |  _/
    /    Y    \/    |    \    |   \
    \____|__  /\_______  /______  /
            \/         \/       \/ 
                       ++  RADIO LOS SANTOS LYRICS  ++
                      .___________. __    __   _______ 
                      |           ||  |  |  | |   ____|
                      `---|  |----`|  |__|  | |  |__   
                          |  |     |   __   | |   __|  
                          |  |     |  |  |  | |  |____ 
                          |__|     |__|  |__| |_______|
            __      ____    ____ .______       __    ______     _______.
           |  |     \   \  /   / |   _  \     |  |  /      |   /       |
           |  |      \   \/   /  |  |_)  |    |  | |  ,----'  |   (----`
           |  |       \_    _/   |      /     |  | |  |        \   \    
           |  `----.    |  |     |  |\  \----.|  | |  `----.----)   |   
           |_______|    |__|     | _| `._____||__|  \______|_______/    
    Includes the hits "Pimpology" and "Ain't Nuthin' But A Word To Me" with 
    Ice Cube.
    Talking bout the ghetto...funky funky ghetto
    Trying to survive, trying to stay alive
    The ghetto
    The ghetto
    (Talking bout the ghetto)
    The ghetto
    The ghetto
    (Funk funky ghetto)
    Even though the streets are bumpy, lights burned out
    Dope fiends die with a pipe in their mouths
    Old school buddies not doing it right
    Every day it's the same
    And it's the same every night
    I wouldn't shoot you bro but I'd shoot that fool
    If he played me close and tried to test my cool
    Every day I wonder just how I'll die
    Only thing I know is how to survive
    There's only one rule in the real world
    And that's to take care of you, only you and yours
    Keep dealing with the hard times day after day
    Might deal me some dope but then crime don't pay
    Black man tried to break into my house again
    Thought he got off early doing time in the pen
    Even though my brothers do me just like that
    I get a lot of love so I'm giving it back to the...
    So just peep the game and don't call it crap
    Cause to me, life is one hard rap
    Even though my sister smoked crack cocaine
    She was nine months pregnant, ain't nothing changed
    600 million on a football team
    And her baby dies just like a dope fiend
    The story I tell is so incomplete
    Five kids in the house and no food to eat
    Don't look at me and don't ask me why
    Mama's next door getting high
    Even though she's got five mouths to feed
    She's rather spend her money on a H-I-T
    I always tell the truth about things like this
    I wonder if the mayor overlooked that list
    Instead of adding to the task force send some help
    Waiting on him I'd better help myself
    Housing Authority and the O.P.D.
    All these guns just to handle me in the...
    Even though they put us down and call us animals
    We make real big banks and buy brand new clothes
    Drive fancy cars make love to stars
    Never really saying just who we are
    We use alias names like TOO $HORT
    Sell you stuff you might kill for
    Young kids grow up and that's all they know
    Didn't teach him in school now he's slangin dope
    Only thing he knows is how to survive
    But will he kill another brother before he dies?
    In the ghetto, you keep one eye open
    All day long, just hoping and hoping
    You can pay your bills and not drink too much
    Then the problems of life you'll be throwing up
    Like me, but you don't see
    Ten years from now, where will you be?
    So much game in a Too $hort rap
    Blacks can't be white and whites can't be black
    Why you wanna act like someone else?
    All you gotta do is just be yourself
    We're all the same color underneath
    Short Dog's in the house you'd better listen to me
    Never be ashamed of what you are
    Proud to be black stand tall at heart
    Even though some people give you no respect
    Be intelligent, when you put em in check
    Cause when you're ignorant, you get treated that way
    And when they throw you in jail you got nothing to say
    So if you don't listen it's not my fault
    I'll be getting paid while you'll be paying the cost
    Sitting in the jailhouse running your mouth
    While me and my peoples try to get out
    --2PAC - I DON'T GIVE A FUCK--  
    Other classic tracks include "Crooked Ass N***a" and "Brenda's Got A 
    Baby". But I would've preferred tracks from "Strictly For My 
    I don't give a fuck 
    They done push me to the limit the more I live 
    I might blow up any minute, did it again 
    Now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon 
    While this cops bragging about the nigga he's jackin 
    I see no justice  
    All I see is niggas dying fast 
    The sound of a gun blast 
    Then watch the Hearst past 
    Just another day in the life 'G' 
    Gotta step lightly cuz cops tried to snipe me 
    The catch, they don't wanna stop at the brother man 
    But then they'll have an accident and pick up another man 
    I went to the bank to cash my check 
    I get more respect from the muthafuckin' dope man 
    The Grammy's and the American music shows pimp us like hoes 
    They got dough but they hate us though 
    You better keep your mind on the real shit 
    And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocrites 
    They way they see it, we was meant to be keep down 
    Just can't understand why we getting respect now 
    Mama told me they're be days like this 
    But I'm pissed cause it stays like this 
    And now they trying to send me off to Kuwait 
    Gimme a break 
    How much shit can a nigga take 
    I ain't goin' nowhere no how 
    What you wanna throw down 
    Better bring your guns pal 
    Cuz this is the day we make 'em pay 
    Fuck bailin' hate I bail and spray with my A-K 
    And even if they shoot me down 
    There'll be another nigga bigger 
    from the muthafuckin' underground 
    So step but you better step quick 
    Cause the clocks goin' tick and I'm sick of the bullshit 
    You're watching the makings of a psychopath 
    The truth didn't last 
    Before the wrath and aftermath 
    Who's that behind the trigger? 
    Who'd do yah figure!? 
    A muthafuckin night nigga 
    Ready to buck and rip shit up 
    I had enough and I don't give a fuck 
    Niggas isn't just the blacks  
    also a gang of muthafuckas dressed in blue slacks 
    They say niggas hang in packs and their attitude is shitty 
    Tell me, who's the biggest gang of niggas in the city 
    They say niggas like to do niggas,  
    Throw me in the cuffs with just two niggas 
    A street walkin' nigga and a beat walkin' nigga with a badge 
    I had to shoot yah and the pass for the blast take his cash 
    And bash his head in dump him at the dead in 
    And that's just his luck 
    Cause a nigga like me  
    don't really give a fuck 
    Walked in the store what's everybody staring at 
    They act like they never seen a muthafucker wearing black 
    Following a nigga and shit 
    Ain't this a bitch 
    All I wanted was some chips 
    I wanna take my business else where 
    But where? 
    Cause who in the hell cares 
    About a black man with a black need 
    They wanna jack me like some kind of crack fiend 
    I wonder if knows that my income is more than  
    His pension, salary and then some  
    Your daughter is my number one fan 
    And your trife ass wife wants a life with a black man 
    So who's the mac in fact who's the black jack 
    Sit back and get fat off the fat cat 
    while he thinks that he's getting over 
    I bust a move as smooth as Casanova 
    And count another quick meal 
    I'm getting paid for my trade but its still real 
    And if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme 
    AS strong as a fuckin' nine 
    Mail stacked up niggas wanna act up 
    Let's put the gats up and throw your backs up 
    But the cops getting dropped by the gun shot 
    Use ta come but he's done, now we run the block 
    To my brothers stay strong keep yah heads up 
    They know we fed up 
    But we they just don't give a fuck 
    They just don't give a fuck 
    I gotta give my fuck offs 
    Fuck you to the San Francisco police department 
    Fuck you to the Marin County Sheriff department 
    Fuck you to the F.B.I 
    Fuck you to the C.I.A 
    Fuck you to the B-u-s-h 
    Fuck you to the AmeriKKKa 
    Fuck you to all you redneck prejudice muthafuckas 
    And fuck yah 
    Fuck Y'all 
    Punk gay sensitive little dick bastards 
    2pacalypse muthafuckin' now  
    Y'all can kiss my ass and suck my dick 
    And my uncle Tommy's balls 
    Fuck Y'all, Punks!
    Not as good as their album "A Compton Thang" but still recommended. 
    FACT: Group member MC Eiht makes his debut as a voice actor in San 
    I got another gang story to tell 
    Peep about how a black nigga was born in hell 
    And right then and there it's no hope 
    cause a nigga can't escape the gangs and the dope 
    Damn! And when it's black on black that makes it shitty 
    Can't survive in the Compton city 
    And fool that's bet 
    Cause when you grow up in the hood you gots ta claim a set 
    Yeah, Its not that you want to but you have to 
    Don't be a mark, cause niggas might laugh you 
    straight off the muthafuckin block 
    Can't deal with bustas so they asses get clocked 
    Yeah, who gives a fuck about another 
    Only got love for my fuckin gang brothers 
    Yeah, but I'm young so nobody would wonder 
    That the hood would take me under 
    [scratching: always strapped and eager to peel a cap 
    The hood done took me under.] 
    Now I'm a few ages older 
    got hair on my nuts and I'm a little bit bolder 
    And puttin in work, I has to do my fuckin part 
    I'm down for the hood and its planted in the heart, Fool 
    At school slappin on the girls asses 
    Fuck the white education so I skip a lot of classes 
    Cause ain't no teaching a nigga white reality 
    Teach me the muthafuckin gang mentality 
    Pop pop pop, drops the sucker 
    if he's from another hood I gots ta shoot the motherfucker 
    Yeah, I'm in it to win it and can't quit 
    Fool, and ready die for this shit 
    One times can't fade the gang tuff 
    Puttin my foot in your ass to make times rough 
    I'm the neighborhood terror but I never wondered 
    that the hood would take me under
    [police is hot, so I'm watching my back...] 
    I guess I'll watch my back cause niggas jivin' 
    Times heard this brother pulled a 187 
    Who I thought was my homie dropped the dime 
    So I gotta peel his cap with the nine, Fool 
    So if it's on then it's on, fuck ya G 
    because how the odds are looking, its either him or me 
    So I loads up the strap and I step 
    cause my brain cells are dead and all I think is death 
    Revenge. That's what its all about 
    See the sucker take the motherfucker out
    Stare the fool down with the eye contact 
    He try to swing so I draw on him with the gat 
    Blast was the sound that one times heard 
    Nigga 25 to live for the murder 
    Was it worth it I've always wondered? 
    Maybe if the hood didn't take me under 
    Yeah, this going out to all the niggas 
    it's going out to my niggas 
    its going out to all the niggas 
    My nigga Mike T
    For all you bustas, the album has been remastered and warrants a 
    purchase. Don't start your GTA: San Andreas music collection without 
    buying this album first!
    One, two, three and to the fo' 
    Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre are at the do' 
    Ready to make an entrance, so back on up 
    Cause you know we 'bout had to rip shit up 
    Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble 
    Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble 
    Ain't nuthin' but a G thang, baby 
    Two loc'ed niggas so we're crazy 
    Death Row is the label that pays me 
    Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade this (Hell yeah) 
    But back to the lecture at hand 
    Perfection is perfected, so I'm 'a let 'em understand 
    From a young G's perspective 
    And before me dig out a bitch I have ta' find a contraceptive 
    You never know she could be earnin' her man, 
    And learnin' her man, and at the same time burnin' her man 
    Now you know I ain't wit that shit, Lieutenant 
    Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it (yeah) 
    Now that's realer than real - deal Holyfield 
    And now all you hookas and ho's know how I feel 
    Well if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk 
    I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff  
    It's like this and like that and like this and uh 
    It's like that and like this and like that and uh 
    It's like this and like that and like this and uh 
    Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom 
    Well I'm peepin', and I'm creepin', and I'm creepin' 
    But I damn near got caught, 'cause my beeper kept beepin' 
    Now it's time for me to make my impression felt 
    So sit back, relax, and strap on your seatbelt 
    You never been on a ride like this befo' 
    With a producer who can rap and control the maestro 
    At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick 
    You know, and I know, I flow some ol' funky shit 
    To add to my collection, the selection 
    Symbolizes dope, take a toke, but don't choke 
    If ya' do, ya' have no clue 
    Of what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do  
    It's like this and like that and like this and uh 
    It's like that and like this and like that and uh 
    It's like this, and we ain't got no love for those 
    So jus' chill, 'til the next episode 
    Fallin' back on that ass with a hellified gangsta' lean 
    Gettin' funky on the mic like a' old batch a collard greens 
    It's the capital S, oh yes, the fresh N - double O - P 
    D - O - double G - Y D - O - double G ya' see 
    Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic 
    Pimpin' ho's and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolomite 
    Yeah, and it don't quit 
    I think they in a mood for some mothafuckin' G shit 
    So Dre (What up Dogg?) 
    We gotta give 'em what they want (What's that, G?) 
    We gotta break 'em off somethin' (Hell yeah)  
    And it's gotta be bumpin' (City of Compton!) 
    It's where it takes place so I'm a ask your attention 
    Mobbin like a mothafucka but I ain't lynchin 
    Droppin' the funky shit that's makin the sucka niggaz mumble 
    When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, they all crumble 
    Try to get close, and your ass'll get smacked 
    My mothafuckin homie Doggy Dogg has got my back 
    Never let me slip, 'cause if I slip, then I'm slippin' 
    But if I got my Nina, then you know I'm straight trippin' 
    And I'm a continue to put the rap down, put the mack down 
    And if your bitches talk shit, I have ta' put the smack down 
    Yeah, and ya' don't stop 
    I told you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I tock 
    But I'm never off, always on, 'til the break of dawn 
    C - O - M - P - T - O - N and the city they call Long Beach 
    Puttin' the shit together 
    Like my nigga D. O. C. , no one can do it better 
    Like this, that and this and uh 
    It's like that and like this and like that and uh 
    It's like this, and we ain't got no love for those 
    So jus' chill, 'til the next episode 
    Also known as "Dre Day". 
    FACT: The music video and song was a complete diss to former NWA-
    bandmate Eazy-E, Tim Dog, and 2 Live Crew singer Luke.
    Hell Yeah
    Mista Busta, where the fuck you at? 
    Can't scrap a lick so I know ya got your gat 
    Your dick on hard from fuckin your road dogs 
    The hood you threw up with, niggaz you grew up with 
    Don't even respect your ass 
    That's why it's time for the doctor to check your ass, nigga 
    Used to be my homey, used to be my ace 
    Now I wanna slap the taste out yo mouth 
    Nigga bow down to the Row 
    Fuckin me, now I'm fuckin you, little ho 
    Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide 
    Let me ride, just another homicide 
    Yeah it's me so I'm a talk on 
    Stompin on the 'Eazy'est streets that you can walk on 
    So strap on your Compton hat, your locs 
    And watch your back cause you might get smoked, loc 
    And pass the bud, and stay low-key 
    B.G. cause you lost all your homey's love 
    Now call it what you want to 
    You fucked wit me, now it's a must that I fuck wit you  
    Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm talkin about 
    We have your muthafuckin record company surrounded 
    Put down the candy and let the little boy go 
    You know what I'm sayin, punk motherfucker 
    (We want Eazy, we want Eazy) 
    Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay 
    Doggy Dogg's in the muthafuckin house 
    Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay 
    Death Row's in the muthafuckin house 
    Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay 
    The sounds of a dog brings me to another day 
    Play with my bone with ya jimmy 
    It seems like you're good for making jokes about your jimmy 
    But here's a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not like 
    I heard she was the 'Frisco dyke 
    But fuck your mama, I'm talkin about you and me 
    Toe to toe, Tim M-U-T 
    Your bark was loud but your bite wasn't vicious 
    And them rhymes you were kickin were quite bootylicious 
    You get with Doggy Dogg "oh is he crazy?" 
    With ya mama and your daddy hollin' "Bay-Beh!" 
    So won't they let you know 
    That if you fuck with Dre nigga you're fuckin wit Death Row 
    And I ain't even slangin them thangs 
    I'm hollin' one-eight-seven with my dick in yo mouth, beeyatch  
    Yeah nigga, Compton and Long Beach together on this motherfucker 
    So you wanna pop that shit get yo muthafuckin cranium cracked nigga 
    Step on up. Now, we ain't no muthafuckin joke so remember the name 
    Mighty, mighty D-R. Yeah, MUTHAFUCKER!  
    Now understand this my nigga Dre can't be touched 
    Luke's bendin over, so Luke's gettin fucked, busta 
    Musta thought I was sleazy 
    Or though I was a mark cause I used to hang with Eazy 
    Animosity made ya speak but ya spoke 
    Ay yo Dre (What up?) 
    Check this nigga off loc 
    If it ain't another ho that I gots ta fuck with 
    Gap teeth in ya mouth so my dick's gots to fit 
    With my nuts on ya tonsils 
    While ya on stage rappin at your wack-ass concerts 
    And I'm a snatch your ass from the backside 
    To show you how Death Row pull off that hoo-ride 
    Now you might not understand me 
    Cause I'm a rob you in Compton and blast you in Miami 
    Then we gon' creep to South Central 
    On a Street Knowledge mission, as I steps in the temple 
    Spot him, got him, as I pulls out my strap 
    Got my chrome to the side of his White Sox hat 
    You trying to check my homey, you best check ya self 
    Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself, MUTHAFUCKER 
    Yeah nigga...  
    Yeah, nine-deuce 
    Dr. Dre, dropping chronic once again 
    It don't stop 
    Punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like 
    Compton style nigga 
    Doggy Dogg in the muthafuckin house, yeah 
    Long Beach in the muthafuckin house, yeah 
    Yeah, straight up, really doe 
    Breakin all you suckaz off somethin real proper like 
    You know what I'm sayin? 
    All these sucka ass niggaz can eat a fat dick 
    Yeah Eazy-E Eazy-E Eazy-E can eat a big fat dick 
    Tim Dog can eat a big fat dick 
    Luke, can eat a fat dick, yeah...
    FACT: This was Snoop Dogg's first "single" with Dr Dre. 1-8-7 on an 
    undercover cop!
    Tonight's the night I get in some shit (Yeah) 
    Deep cover on the incognito tip 
    Killin' muthafuckers if I have to 
    Peelin' caps too, cause you niggas know I'm comin' at you 
    I guess that's part of the game 
    But I feel for the nigger who think he just gon' come and change things 
    With the swiftness, so get it right, with the quickness 
    And let me handle my business, yo 
    I'm on a mission and my mission won't stop 
    Until I get the nigger maxing at the top 
    I hope you get his ass before he drops 
    Kingpin kicking back while his worker's sling his rocks 
    Coming up like a fat rat 
    Big money, big cars, big body guards on his back 
    So it's difficult to get him 
    But I got the hook up with somebody who knows how to get in contact 
    with him 
    Hit him like this and like that 
    Let 'em know that I'll make it for a big fat dope sack 
    What is this pen? So let's rush it 
    If you want to handle it tonight we'll discuss it 
    On the niggas time, in the niggas place 
    Take a strap just in case one of his boys recognize my face 
    Cause he's a sheisty motherfucker 
    But I gives a fuck, cause I'm going deep cover 
    Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1 - 8 - 7 on an undercover cop) 
    Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1 - 8 - 7 on an undercover cop) 
    Creep with me as I crawl through the hood 
    Maniac, lunatic, call 'em Snoop Eastwood 
    Kickin dust as I bust fuck peace 
    And the muthafucking drug police 
    You already know I gives a fuck about a cop 
    So why in the fuck would you think that it would stop 
    Plot, yeah, that's what we's about to do 
    Take your ass on a mission with the boys in blue 
    Dre, (What up Snoop?) Yo I got the feelin 
    Tonight's the night like Betty Wright, and I'm chillin 
    Killin, feelin no remorse, yeah 
    So lets go straight to the muthafuckin' source 
    And see what we can find 
    Crooked ass cops that be gettin niggaz a gang of time 
    And now they wanna make a deal with me 
    Scoop me up and put me on they team and chill with me 
    And make my pockets bigger 
    They want to meet with me tonight at 7 o'clock, so wassup nigger? 
    What you wanna do? (What you wanna do?) 
    I got the gauge, the Uzi and my muthafucking 22 
    So if you wanna blast, nigga we can buck 'em 
    If we stick 'em then we stuck 'em so fuck 'em! 
    Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1 - 8 - 7 on an undercover cop) 
    Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1 - 8 - 7 on an undercover cop) 
    Six, fo', five was the time on the clock 
    When me and my homey bailed in the parking lot 
    The scene looked strange and it felt like a set up 
    Better not be, cause if it is, they're getting lit up 
    Oh, here they come from the back and they laxed 
    I'm checkin' for the gats they strap, so what's up black? 
    Chill, lets hit a deal 
    If it ain't up to what you feel then grab your steel 
    Right, so what you motherfuckers gonna come at me with? 
    Hope you ain't wantin' none of my grip 'cause you can save that shit 
    Guess what they told me? 
    We give you 20 G's if you snitch on your homey 
    We'll put you in a home, and make your life plush 
    Oh yeah, but you got to sell dope for us 
    Hmmm, let me think about it 
    Turned my back and grabbed my gat and guess what I told him before I 
    shot it 
    If you don't quit, yeah, 
    If you don't stop, yeah, I'm lettin' my gat pop' 
    Cause it's 1 - 8 - 7 on an undercover cop  
    Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1 - 8 - 7 on an undercover cop) 
    Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1 - 8 - 7 on an undercover cop)
    A catchy tune that's easily forgettable.  I enjoyed Gerardo's "Rico 
    Suave" compared to this. (No disrespect to Frost!)
    Q-Vo, aqui estoy, MC Kid Frost 
    Yo soy jefe, maton, yes the Big Boss 
    My cuete's loaded, it's full of balas 
    I put it in your face and you won't say nada 
    Vatos, cholos, you call us what you will 
    You say we are assassins an we are sent to kill 
    It's in my blood to be an Aztec Warrior 
    Go to any extreme and hold no barriers 
    Chicano and I'm Brown and I'm proud 
    Guantes, chingazos, simon tu sabes, get down 
    Right now, in the dirt  
    What's the matter? You afraid you're gonna get hurt? 
    I'm with my homeboys, my camaradas  
    Kicking back millaje, y pa mi no vale nada 
    Yo soy chingon ese, like Al Capone ese  
    Controlo a todos solo never try to swept me 
    Some of you don't know what's happening que pasa 
    It's not for you anyway, cuz this is for the Raza
    [Chorus x2] 
    This for La Raza, Raza 
    This for La Raza, Raza
    The form I'm speaking is known as Calo 
    Y sabes que loco? Yo soy muy malo  
    Tu no sabes nada y yo vienes halo 
    Been hit in the head too many times with the palos 
    Still you trying to act cool, but you should know 
    You're so cool that I'ma call you a culo 
    You're just a pee wee, you can't get it ever 
    You're a leva 
    Your own barrio doesn't back you up 
    They just look at your ass and call you a poolbutt 
    And so I look and I laugh and say que pasa 
    Yeah, this is for the Raza
    [Chorus x2]
    Cruising in the calle, headed for the bolo  
    No want to go with me, so I had to go solo 
    And when I go out alone I'm packed  
    I touch all that chavalas when they know that I'm strapped 
    Everytime that I pack my piece 
    I pull it out quick all the nonsense deceased 
    Just like the song when you're 18 With A Bullet  
    Got my finger on a trigger, I'm not afraid to pull it 
    If it gets out of hand I know some mafiosos 
    Quick to pull out cuetes on some stupid ass baboso 
    Sitting there wondering what's happened, que pasa 
    Yeah, this is for the Raza
    [Chorus x2] 
    This track is the standout track in the entire album. 
    FACT: Rage Against The Machine later covered the song on live shows 
    with Cypress Hill.
    Hey don't miss out on what your passin
    You're missin the hoota of the funky Buddha
    Eluder or the fucked up styles to get wicked
    So come on as cypress starts to kick it
    Cuz we're like the outlaw stridin
    Suckers are hidin'
    Jump behind the bush when they see me drivin' by
    Hangin' out my window
    And my magnum takin out some putos
    Acting kinda loco
    I'm just another local kid 
    From the street getting paid for my vocals
    Here is something you can't understand
    How I could just kill a man
    [Chorus 4X]
    Here is something you can't understand [what does it
    All mean]
    How I could just kill a man
    I been doin' all the dumb shit,
    Yo, because I bet it's comin' from it
    I'm not gonna waste no time,
    Fuckin' around like I got ya hummin
    Hummin'... comin' at cha...
    And you know I had to gat ya.
    Time for some action, just a fraction of friction
    I got the clearance to run the interference
    Into your sattelite, shining a battle light,
    Swing out the gat, and I know that will gat ya right.
    Here's an example, just a little sample.
    How I could just kill a man!
    One-time tried to come in my home,
    Take my chrome, I said 'Yo, it's on.
    Take cover son, or get you're ass-out.
    How you like my chrome then I watched the rookie pass out.
    Didn't have to blast him, but I did anyway...
    Hahaha...that young punk had to pay
    So I just killed a man!
    It's gonna be a long time before I finish
    One of the many missions that I have to establish
    To light my spliff, ignite ya with these sights
    and if you ain't down: bullshit!
    Say some punk try to get you for your auto,
    Would you call the one-time, play the role model?
    No, I think you play like a thug
    Next hear the shot of a magnum slug
    Hummin', comin' at cha
    Yeah ya know I'm gonna gat ya
    How you know where I'm at when you haven't been where I've been,
    understand where I'm coming from.
    When you're up on the hill, in your big home
    I'm out here, risking my dome.
    Just for a bucket, or a fast ducat
    Just to stay alive, yo I gotta say 'fuck it'.
    Here is something you can't understand
    How I could just kill a man
    A good rapper before he lost his vocal chords to an auto accident.
    FACT: D.O.C. was an "unofficial" member of NWA.
    One and here comes the two to the three and four
    Then I drop the beat I have in store
    Lay dynamics on the top like a rug
    Make it sound smooth and later make a dub
    An MC ate well, so that you can tell
    I am not illiterate, no not even a little bit
    Nothing like an idiot, get it?
    You want the record, cool I'm with it
    Let the rhythm take you, shake it cause it makes you
    As I turn the knob of the door you escape through
    Go in like a knot, don't be a puff
    And I let it play cause Dre's getting funky enough
    It's getting funky, it's getting funky (Repeat 3x)
    Watch the smooth lyrics that take place
    If you want another reason why it must be funky
    Yo I am not a jackass meaning not a donkey
    So I will play the game like it should be played
    Drop the funk into the mix so the place will never fade
    Ship it the stations in your jurisdiction
    Others say I'm dope, and the others say I'm bitching
    No crowd can avoid the D-O to the C
    When I'm P-E-R-F-O-R-M-I-N-G
    On the stage, see the simple fact is I engulf
    And known, I rock a funky beat without a cord so
    It is my conclusion you will enjoy the fusion
    And I will ascend with the style I am using
    Knowing that it's tough and it's not a bluff
    I think I'll let it play cause Dre's hitting funky enough
    Listen to the kick drop in with the click
    And with no rehearses I'm dropping funky verses
    Stupid with the bit that you think you are relying on
    You love it when it rattles is the fact that I'm buying on
    Suckers never come close cause of knowing
    There is no stopping the D.O.C. when I'm flowing
    But in the event that someone will try and juice this
    Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
    I don't give a damn, don't think that I am joking
    Cause I don't think he is funny when you're messing with my money
    Yo people tell me this: "Yo Dre you must stop him"
    But with no frills, so I just drop him
    Continue with the rhyme and make sure I get mine
    With no static cause that's all I need to get my nine, but
    Lessons have been learned now all kidding have been fronting
    Let it play when the people say "Dre yo you're getting funky enough"
    Deal with the D-O to the C
    I'm your break so I can check around
    See who the hell who is sitting down
    I want all chairs off the floor
    And if he stands to the wall, show him the door
    And the PK nothing giving you something to rock to
    To go nonstop to, not have to look at the clock you
    Perceive, but can't believe you're being taken
    By a beat so cool you start shaking
    And shivering, cause I'm delivering the answer
    Haven't seen you're a hellified dancer
    You tried sitting but it just won't work
    Cause the beat is too fresh
    Don't even tell it won't be funky enough
    And with the help of the Dr. Dre, kick it
    It's getting funky on the mix now, right (Repeat 4x)
    Put it in the needle, and drop it on the one, boy
    Their efforts here are thwarted with the departure of Ice Cube but a 
    good album regardless.
    Nineteen ninety mothafuckin' 1  
    NWA's back in this mothafuckin' yo  
    Takin' out all you commercialized ass niggaz  
    And we're on this lay back track  
    And we're doin' this well kinda smooth  
    So what's you're gonna do Dre? Kick it!  
    It's so on let the shit flow on  
    Because I need somethin' to go off on  
    The muthafuckin' D-R-E servin' a death wish  
    So I'm a hit you like this  
    Early in the morning hop into the Benz  
    I got 44 ways of gettin' paid  
    Sittin' in my lap as I roll off the Compton blocks  
    To skoop up Ren I heard shots  
    1 2 3, Then I see a nigga  
    Hop in de Benz and it was Ren on the muthafuckin' trigger  
    He got in the Benz and said  
    "Dre I was speakin' to your bitch O'Shea" 
    And as we roll on 
    I seen the patrol on creep  
    So we got ghost before they beat  
    Me and Ren in a black CE, yo,  
    Poppin' some funky shit by the D.O.C  
    I gotta get paid, paid in a hurry see  
    I gotta have it if I'm not paid fully  
    I start takin', makin' sure that my shit is steady bumpin'  
    I heard a dope beat  
    Somebody told me that buck did it 
    But if Dre didn't do it I can't fuck with it  
    NWA is like a mix a fix a tricks  
    Real niggaz with big dicks  
    You're takin' a chance when you think that  
    Talkin' under your breath won't lead to young death  
    Fuckin' up shit and shit by the killin'  
    For a nigga labeled as bein' a mothafuckin' Villain  
    But you don't know me, a record can't tell ya  
    I was so afraid I'd be a muthafuckin' failure  
    Real niggaz gotta have top ranking 
    I hooked up with 3 more niggaz and started makin' 
    Funky-ass shit for your system  
    Might sound nice so it makes you wanna listen to a  
    Sample of a ruthless organization  
    But you don't want a confrontation  
    Real niggaz don't play   
    Yella, Eazy, Me and the nigga nigga Dre  
    Yo, alwayz makin' sure that my shit is steady pumpin'
    Yeah, the world's most dangerous group  
    Definitely in this muthafucka  
    Sendin' a shout-out to all the bitches out there  
    Yo, you can get in the pick up and suck the dick up 'till you hiccup  
    You know what I'm sayin'  
    Yo, cuz I'm a nigga for life  
    And I really don't give a fuck  
    I'm goin' for mine - Every time  
    I see a fuckin' softy -  
    Punk strong as coffee  
    A nigga like that best to back up off me  
    Yo, cuz these are the dayz and the times of the real nigga  
    False niggaz, NWA'z toss' niggaz  
    And that's on the real Cuz I'm a nigga that killz  
    Again and again so tell 'em what's up Ren  
    If I'm not no nothin' I don't feel right  
    So I grab the 9 And the clip and go and murder muthafuckers at night  
    Because I'm startin' to fade  
    From sittin' in a cell with crimerz too tragic it couldn't make bail  
    So now they gotta hold me  
    And listen to rehabilitation over and over  
    Sayin' they told me  
    But I don't give a fuck cuz I know my shit is pumpin'  
    Do yourself a favor and buy the Remastered version and start blasting 
    "Fuck Tha Police" real loud from your Lowrider.
    Yo man... There's a lot of brothers out there flakin' and perpetratin  
    But scared to kick reality.  
    Man you've been doing all this dope producing.  
    You had a chance to show 'em what time it is...  
    So what you want me to do?  
    Express Yourself...  
    I'm expressin' with my full capabilities  
    And now I'm livin' in correctional facilities  
    Cause some don't agree with how I do this  
    I get straight, meditate like a Buddhist  
    I'm droppin' flava, my behavior is hereditary 
    But my technique is very necessary 
    Blame it on Ice Cube... Because he says it gets funky  
    When you got a subject and a predicate 
    Add it on a dope beat  
    And that'll make you think 
    Some suckaz just tickle me pink to my stomach
    'Cause they don't flow like this one
    You know what? I won't hesitate to dis one or two before I'm through 
    So don't try to sing this!  
    Some drop science  
    While I'm droppin' English 
    Even if Yella makes it acapella  
    I still express, yo, I don't smoke weed or a sess  
    Cause its known to give a brother brain damage 
    And brain damage on the mic don't manage Nuthin'  
    But makin' a sucker and you equal 
    Don't be another sequel 
    Express Yourself...  
    Express Yourself...  
    Come on and do it...  
    Express Yourself...  
    Express Yourself...  
    Come on and do it...  
    Now gettin' back to the PG 
    That's program, and it's easy 
    Dre is back, New jacks, I mean hollow  
    Expressin' ain't their subject  
    Because they like to follow  
    The words, the style, the trend 
    The records I spin 
    Again and again and again  
    Yo, you on the other end 
    Whatch a brother playin' dope rhymes with no help 
    There's no fessin' and guessin'  
    While I'm expressin myself 
    It's crazy to see people be  
    What society wants them to be But not me!  
    Is the way to go they know  
    Others say rhymes that fail to be original  
    Or they kill where the hip hop starts 
    Forget about the ghetto  
    And rap for the pop charts 
    Some musicians curse at home  
    But scared to use profanity when up on the microphone 
    Yeah, they want reality but you won't hear none 
    They rather exaggerate a little fiction 
    Some say no to drugs and take a stand 
    But after the show they go lookin' for the dopeman  
    Or they ban my group from the radio 
    Hear NWA and say "Hell no!"  
    But you know it ain't all about wealth  
    As long as you make a note to... 
    Express Yourself...  
    Express Yourself...  
    Come on and do it...  
    Express Yourself...  
    Express Yourself...  
    Come on and do it...  
    Express Yourself...  
    From the heart 
    Cause if you wanna start to move up the chart  
    Then expression is a big part of it 
    You ain't efficient when you flow  
    You ain't swift, movin' like a tortoise 
    Full of rigor mortis  
    There's a little bit more to show  
    I got rhymes in my mind, and better like an embryo 
    Or a lesson - all of 'em expression  
    And if you start fessin'  
    I got a Smith and Wesson for you 
    I might ignore your record because it has no bottom 
    I get loose in the summer when in spring and autumn  
    It's Dre on the mic, gettin' physical 
    Doin' the job, NWA is the lynch mob!  
    It's a macabre 
    but you know you need this. 
    And the knowledge is growin' just like a fetus 
    Or a tumor but here's the rumor:  
    Dre is in the neighborhood  
    And he's up to no good 
    When I start expressin' myself 
    Yella, slam it!  
    Cause If I stay funky like this I'm doin' damage  
    Or I'm a be too hyped and need a straight jacket  
    I got knowledge and other suckers lack it 
    So, when you see Dre, a DJ on the mic 
    Ask what it's like it's like we gettin' hype tonight  
    Cause if I strike  
    It ain't for your good health 
    But I won't strike if you just...  
    Express Yourself...  
    Express Yourself...  
    Come on and do it...  
    Express Yourself...  
    Express Yourself...  
    Come on and do it...  
    Express Yourself...  
    Come on and do it...  
    Come on and do it...  
    Come on and do it...  
    Come on and do it
    Pick up the newly remastered album.  
    Just waking up in the morning gotta thank God 
    I don't know but today seems kinda odd 
    No barking from the dog, no smog 
    And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog 
    I got my grub on, but didn't pig out 
    Finally got a call from a girl wanna dig out 
    Hooked it up for later as I hit the door 
    Thinking will I live, another twenty-fo' 
    I gotta go cause I got me a drop top 
    And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop 
    Had to stop at a red light 
    Looking in my mirror, not a jacker in sight 
    And everything is alright 
    I got a beep from Kim and she can fuck all night 
    Called up the homies and I'm askin y'all 
    Which court, are y'all playin basketball? 
    Get me on the court and I'm troubled 
    Last week, fucked around and got a triple-double 
    Freaking niggas every way like M.J. 
    I can't believe, today was a good day 
    Drove to the pad and hit the showers 
    Didn't even get no static from the cowards 
    Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me 
    Saw the police and they rolled right past me 
    No flexin, didn't even look in a niggaz direction 
    as I ran the intersection 
    Went to Short Dog's house, they was watchin YO! MTV Raps 
    What's the haps on the craps 
    Shake em up, shake em up, shake em up, shake em 
    Roll em in a circle of niggaz and watch me break em 
    With the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven 
    Seven even back do' little Joe 
    I picked up the cash flow 
    Then we played bones, and I'm yellin domino 
    Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A. 
    Today was a good day 
    Left my niggaz house paid 
    Picked up a girl been tryin to fuck since the twelve grade 
    It's ironic, I had the brew she had the chronic 
    The Lakers beat the Supersonics  
    I felt on the big fat fanny 
    Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punanny 
    And my dick runs deep, so deep, so deep  
    put her ass to sleep 
    Woke her up around one 
    she didn't hesitate to call Ice Cube the top gun 
    Drove her to the pad and I'm coasting 
    Took another sip of the potion, hit the three-wheel motion 
    I was glad everything had worked out 
    Dropped her ass off, then I chirped out 
    Today was like one of those fly dreams 
    Didn't even see a berry flashing those high beams 
    No helicopter looking for a murder  
    Two in the morning got the Fat Burger  
    Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp 
    And it read Ice Cube's a pimp 
    Drunk as hell but no throwing up  
    Half way home and my pager still blowing up 
    Today I didn't even have to use my A.K. 
    I got to say it was a good day.
    --ICE CUBE - CHECK YO' SELF (The Message Remix)--
    Why didn't they choose tracks from "Lethal Injection"? A track like 
    "You Know How We Do It" would've been better than this.
    So come on and chick-ity-check yo self before you wreck yo self 
    You betta check yo self for you wreck yo self 
    Cause I'm bad for your health 
    I come real stealth 
    Droppin bombs on ya moms, fuck car alarms 
    Do without one mother nigga wit yo Alpine 
    Sold it for six-o, always let tricks know 
    And friends know, we got that indoe 
    Yo I'm not a sucka, sittin in a House of Pain 
    And no I'm not the butler, I'll cut ya 
    Head-butt ya, you say you can't touch this 
    And I wouldn't touch ya, punk motherfucker 
    Here to let you know boy, oh boy 
    I make dough, but don't call me Dough-Boy 
    This ain't no fuckin motion picture 
    A guy or bitch-a, my nigga get wit ya 
    And hit ya, makin they yack to the neck 
    So you better run a check 
    Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played 
    Cause they bitch may pullin out a switchblade 
    That's kinda trifle, cause that's a knife-o AK-47, assault rifle 
    Hold the fifty, I'm nifty now, [Watch out now] 
    I hate motherfuckers claimin that they foldin bank 
    But steady talkin shit in the holdin tank 
    First you wanna step to me, now your ass screamin for the deputy 
    They send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver row, now the runnin up in ya slow 
    You're God, used to be the Don Juan, now your name is just Twan 
    Switch it, snap it, rollin your eyes and neck, you better run a check 
    Big dicks in ya ass is bad for your health 
    If you're foul you better run a make on that license plate you coulda 
    had a V8 
    Instead of a trey-eight slug to ya cranium 
    I got six and I'm aimin em 
    Will I bust or keep you guessin 
    Cause fuck you and that shit ya stressin 
    Bitch, get off the wood, you no good 
    There goes the neighborhood hooker 
    Go ahead and keep your drawers  
    givin up the claps and who needs applause at a  
    time like this, pop ya coochie and ya dead 
    Bitch is a Miami Hurricane head 
    Sprung, niggas call her lips and lungs 
    Nappy dugout, get the fuck out 
    Cause women like you gets no respect 
    Bitch, you better run a check 
    Cause bitches like you is bad for my health 
    Cause the Lench Mob is bad for ya health 
    A slammin' record! And the reason is because everybody else in NWA 
    wrote Eazy's rhymes! What's up with that?!?
    Yo man I don't think they heard you
    why don't you tell `em what ya name is
    My name is Eazy, yeah this is true
    keepin` your attention is what I'm gonna do
    hardcore yo I could never be soft
    askin` me my defin` they say the boy goes off
    fillin` up my memo with the touch of my rhyme
    suckaz stayin` with me cause Yo, they know the time
    quiet on the set because I'm about to begin
    and if you didn't hear me boy I'll tell you again 
    My name is Eazy or just call me E 
    but it doesn't really matter to me
    cause I'm the same person 
    whether serious or rehearsin`
    I just gotta keep cursin` 
    This is for the radio so I better chill
    they won't play it if I go get ill
    but I'm like that and that's an actually fact
    because the street is where my heart is at
    Yo, I don't do dope but I'm dope not a dope
    but I'm doper than anybody who tries to cope
    With the rhyme I'm displayin' 
    and the beat that's playin'
    Yo, you could try all day
    and you still won't match up with the Ruthless P.O.W.
    cause Eazy's doin' it Compton style
    that's the city and you say you could get some
    Yo, it's Eazy-er Said Than Dunn
    Now it's easy for me to get my point across
    So listen up close, if ya don't ya might get lost
    I'm not a role model or a Dr. Seuss 
    Yo, I'm a gangsta and I'm about to get stupid
    I guess its time for the trauma
    with the E-A-Z-Y-E comma 
    Now that's drama
    so pay attention by the way I must mention
    I'm comin` off hard in the third dimension
    with the glare 
    but you don't need no glasses to stare
    It'll probably take you in and it's just like your there
    with the E on the gangsta tip
    so if you think I'm a flip or slip don't even trip
    cause I'm a destroyer 
    My homie Dre is a doctor not a lawyer 
    Dope MC Employer on Ruthless and that's my label
    to get the money, the women, the cars bust the fat cables, boy 
    Master rhyming's a toy
    I mean str8 while ya suckin` with the girls enjoy
    you must be sick or ya lonely 
    how ya gonna diss me if ya don't even know me
    Yo Ren
    What sup?
    get the gat show `em where it's at
    and that's just the sound and next time I'm peelin ya cap
    to let ya know where I'm comin' from
    Eazy said it and it shall Be Dunn
    Radio jams are the part of the cycle
    Eazy-er Said Than Dunn yeah that's the title
    rubbin` the lady's only the fly ones ya know
    But what if she's ugly?
    Eazy come Eazy go
    Don't ask to battle me home boy what's that
    you wanna battle me boy ya better be strapped
    cause where I'm from it ain't all about that playin
    Now that's what I'm sayin`
    Sevy thought that I was born in '73
    now everybody wants to know the A-G-E
    girls on the tip fellaz too it seemed
    had everybody thinkin` I was only 15
    the fellaz would annoy me
    the ladys would adore me
    and what was I to do 
    I wish they'd let the ladies through
    cause the ladyz I luv `em nice and then soft
    I hate male groupies so just step the hell off
    I'm the real Eazy 
    Cause others be fakin`
    tryin` to gain fame off the name I'm makin`
    Sayin` on your records you could get some
    Yo, home boy its Eazy-er Said Than Dunn
    A great rap group that never got the credit or notoriety they deserved. 
    When I sit down and write and recite for the mic I hold 
    Make sure my beats are loud, and bold, and Cold 
    187, that is my name, makin it simple and plain 
    Here to rearrange and change 
    The things that I didn't do in the past 
    Don't be surprised when you got a shotgun up your ass 
    Perpetrators, that one was just for you 
    I'm gonna leave ya in your seat remaining without a clue 
    Glued to my style like a fiend on coke 
    But if you say the wrong thing, I wash your mouth out with soap 
    Dope is not the answer 
    No, I'm not a Cancer 
    No, I'm not a hero or zero 
    But a Leo in stereo 
    And this is not a demo 
    K-oss and Go Mack be cuttin the flex tempo 
    (Now I got a murder rap) 
    (Cause a brother like me said, well...) (4x) 
    Yo, fingerprints ain't nothin without the murder weapon 
    Keep steppin 
    Homicide tried to sweat, but we let em have it 
    You can see they fear through they tears 
    Treat em like Robanes and give em some relief 
    I feel action speaks louder than words and verbs 
    And adjectives, I live the life, the given gift 
    Not who's first, second or third 
    Not he said or she said, or what you heard, nerd 
    Cause when you live like that, your life is mangled 
    In other words your life is all tangled 
    Up, I'm not a sucker, always go for mine 
    Powerlord that's hard from the start, and we will always (climb) 
    To the top as I seek and achieve 
    Sometimes that's even higher than the others believe 
    I'm not a doctor on a board, I don't have a degree 
    Not arrogant, egotistical, I'm the epitome 
    Re-take, recline, keep suckers in line 
    Transform into another world as I recite these rhymes 
    187, he's as hard as it comes 
    And I don't have to brag about the size of my gun, son 
    (Now I got a murder rap) 
    (Cause a brother like me said, well...) (3x) 
    Criminals don't use lyrics and define themselves as notorious 
    Brothers gotta learn hip-hop anger rages inside themselves 
    Your ??? will never resist to my contact K-oss and the homie G 
    187 breakin back, backbone of my group 
    Fat kid in my posse, and I'm gettin loose 
    Cause I'm takin out posses, causin bodily harm 
    Makin moves to improve as I begin to brainstorm 
    I'm not inferior, not takin no crap 
    Last sucker tried to dis me, cold got his neck slapped 
    Cause Power's my name, sometimes I'm insane 
    And if I get too mad, I have to rearrange 
    The position as a MC, that's the way it should be 
    The way I get over, I use terminology 
    That's comprehensive, redemptive 
    That's evidently not related to the style that you hear everyday 
    B-boy destroyin a toy, employin 
    While the other suckers are depressed, I'm enjoyin 
    What I'm doin, and ruin any insult of my position 
    Tell em KM.G - they on a mission 
    They on a mission 
    They keep wishin you can't come off 
    187, you're a menace in your own mind 
    So take heed and proceed with caution 
    When he rhymes 
    (Now I got a murder rap) 
    (Here's a murder rap to keep ya dancin) 
    (Now I got a murder rap) 
    (Cause a brother like me said, well...) 
    (Now I got a murder rap) 
    (Cause a brother like me said, well...) 
    (Now I got a murder rap) 
    (Cause a brother like me said, well...) 
    (Now I got a murder rap) 
    (Here's a murder rap to keep ya dancin) 
    (Now I got a murder rap) 
    (Cause a brother like me said, well...) 
    (Now I got a murder rap) 
    (Cause a brother like me said, well...) 
    (Now I got a murder rap) 
    (Cause a brother like me said, well...) 
    (Now I got a murder rap) 
    (Here's a murder rap to keep ya dancin) 
    (Now I got a murder rap) 
    (Cause a brother like me said, well...) 
    (I got a murder rap) 
    Don't be expecting a reunion with this group when the lead rapper is in 
    prison for life.
    Come down and beware of the black fist 
    The guerillas straight mutherfucking killers is the mist 
    Take a shot Buck Buck but you can't forge 
    Never thought you'd see South Central niggaz in the forest 
    Don't kick in the chorus just yet 
    Cause we ain't made a mess yet 
    Lench Mob produce the best yet 
    Comin real hard man 
    Bumpin in your car man 
    Finally caught up with a devil named Tarzan 
    Swingin on a vine 
    Suckin on a piece of swine 
    Jiggaboo come up from behind 
    Hit him with a coconut 
    Stab him in the gut 
    Push him out the tree 
    he falls right on his nuts 
    And just like EPMD 
    I don't like a bitch 
    Named J to tha A to tha N-E 
    Can't wait to meet her 
    I'm gonna kill 'er 
    Cause that little mutherfucking cheetah can't hang with a guerilla 
    You try to pay me off with a banana 
    But J-D is blacker than a city called Atlanta 
    Give me some elbow room, I need some elbow room 
    So I can boom shak-a-lak boom 
    That's the sound of the twenty gauge 
    Lock us up and the Lench Mob can break out of any cage 
    You never even hear of this 
    I'm taking care of this 
    Lench Mob environmental terrorists 
    Fuck great ape and Magilla 
    I'm a killa 
    Magilla gorilla ain't a killa 
    White boys like Godzilla 
    But my super nigga named King Kong 
    Played his ass like Ping-Pong 
    So motherfuckers get your ding-dong 
    Or the bozack what's that dick and nut sack 
    So get your butts back from the black fist 
    Cap peelers the guerillas in the mist 
    Va-voom here comes a nigga from the dark side 
    Talking bout a brand new apartheid 
    South Central straight ghetto native 
    Gotta show these devil muthafuckers what I'm made of 
    Yes, never smoke the sess 
    Only hit the buddha when I'm laying on my chest 
    I'm laying in a cut 
    I'm laying in a cut 
    I'm laying in a cut 
    bout to shoot me a mutt (with what?) 
    With the boom ping ping 
    Listen to the ill shit that I bring bring 
    Nappy headed nigga, coming out the mist 
    Ice Cube is my mutherfucking dog, yes 
    Kicking pumps, Smoking humps 
    The guerillas, rollin from deep in the bumps 
    Short Dog got the muthafucking pump 
    And it's true T-Bone got the twenty-two 
    That's how it's done 
    So you better run yo 
    Run your ass out the jungle 
    Cause hear the guns go and we don't miss 
    The Lench Mob, the guerillas in the mist!
    I'm quite pleased with the selection of essential early 90's rap used 
    in the game. All the artists chosen are unique in their own way. Since 
    were on the subject of rap, I'd like to mention a few rap album 
    essentials that I think are worth a listen. 
    If you love the music in this station, you should begin your collection 
    with these:
    A lot of Cube's early work is showcased in the game from his album "The 
    Predator". It's a slammin' record but IMO, his "Lethal Injection" album 
    was the better choice for tracks.  
    It felt like a step up for Cube and I'm quite disappointed that 
    Rockstar Games didn't choose any tracks from here.
    Listen to his jam "You Know How We Do It". This is a great jam that 
    takes anyone back in the day. Old school, baby! Other great tracks 
    include "Ghetto Bird", and "What Can I Do? (Ta-Dow!)".
    Before 2PAC was Death Row, he was underground. You can argue with me on 
    this but I'll say it: 2PAC is at an artistic low when he does songs 
    about politics or other artists. 
    But when he jams out, he gets the whole vibe going. No one can do great 
    rap jams like 2PAC and I mean NO ONE!
    Super cool jams like "I Get Around", "Keep Ya Head Up" and "Me Against 
    The World" are just essentials and are the songs that keep 2PAC ahead 
    of any rapper in the music business (posthumously, of course). 
    Give these two albums a listen and see why 2PAC is one of the best 
    rappers to have ever graced rap.
    First of all, this soundtrack is pretty thin on good material. So why 
    did I choose it? Back in 1994, I purchased this album for two reasons:
    2PAC and the most popular song on the album, "Regulate" by Warren G and 
    Nate Dogg.
    In 1994, you couldn't get away from this soundtrack. Everyone had this 
    album just for the Warren G track. God knows what half a waste the rest 
    of the album went. There was a MAXI-single for the Warren G track that 
    also contained two super-rare 2PAC tracks "Pain" and "Loyal To The 
    Game" that was featured in the movie but not the soundtrack.
    Finally, an album where former members of NWA aren't busy dissing each 
    other! A couple of great tracks are included here from Cube, Dre, and 
    Rick James. (Rick James?!?)
    Listen to tracks "Keep Their Heads Ringing", "Friday", "Hoochie Mama" 
    and "Mary Jane".
    I couldn't talk about Dr Dre without mentioning Snoop, right? Before 
    Snoop became the "hip hop thugsta" we know he was pure gangsta. 
    His first album with Death Row shows his vocals outside of Dr Dre 
    material from "The Chronic".
    Listen to "What's My Name", "Gin And Juice", "Lodi Dodi" and "It Ain't 
    No Fun (If the Homies Can't Have None)". Great jams that you can't have 
    missed back in 1993.
    In late 1996 (after 2PAC's death), Westside Connection came out with a 
    vengeance and further fueled the hatred for the East Coast with West 
    Coast flavored gangsta-style raps in the album "Bow Down". 
    Consisting of Ice Cube, Mack 10, and WC, Westside Connection was the 
    last breed of Hardcore Rap before it went mainstream (50 Cent, 
    Listen the title track "Bow Down" and "Gangstas Make the World Go 
    Round". This is Hardcore West Coast 4 Life music, punk!
    ==NWA            - 100 MILES AND RUNNIN'
    ==EAZY E         - IT'S ON (DR DRE) 187'UM KILLA 
    ==2PAC           - ALL EYEZ ON ME
    ==DR DRE         - CHRONIC 2001
    ==XZIBIT         - RESTLESS
    ==DJ QUIK        - QUIK IS THE NAME
    ==E-40           - IN A MAJOR WAY
    I just recently got my hands on the 8-CD official full soundtrack for 
    San Andreas and I am VERY sorely disappointed at this selection. RLS 
    has been mashed with the PLAYBACK FM station and only few songs made 
    the cut for RLS.
    All songs from Dr Dre (Nuthin' But A G Thang, Fuck Wit Dre Day, Deep 
    Cover), NWA (Express Yourself, Alwayz Into Somethin'), Ice Cube (Check 
    Yo Self, Today Was A Good Day), and Eazy E (Eazy-er Said Than Dunn) 
    have all been omitted for some BULLSHIT reason! 
    I want to hear a REALLY good explanation for this! Actually, I don't 
    give a fuck what the reason is. Rockstar Games should have shelled more 
    money for a separate 9TH RLS CD and included ALL the RLS songs. 
    I don't get how you omit all the Ruthless and Death Row stuff when it 
    is so obvious that it is those tracks that helped mold the game into 
    what it is.
    I also wanted to add the RLS script of Julio G but in case you didn't 
    notice, there are two different scripts that he reads. There's the 
    "morning" Julio G and the "evening" Julio G. What does that mean? As 
    the time cycle in the game enters from night to day and day to night, 
    Julio's script changes to accompany the time.
    You'll hear him say, "Good morning everybody, you're listening to RLS!" 
    and then play a Dr Dre song during the day, while in the evening he'll 
    play the same song but he'll say something different like "I love Dr 
    Dre". I know it's hard to understand but I'll just say this, obtaining 
    the script for this station isn't easy!
    R.I.P. - 2PAC
    This FAQ is only for use on GameFAQS only. You may not copy, link, or 
    reproduce this FAQ to your website or publication without permission. 
    If you want to use this FAQ, please e-mail me at kroqjock@charter.net. 
    I have no problems with anyone who asks. October 2004.

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