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yo d.o.c.,what'cha blazing, j, 'cause this is a lawhouse |
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experience, so you know it's gonna be some mega shit, so who is that |
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(km.g) |
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km.g will never be a trick |
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step up to the mic like a baller then i pimp this gift |
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that only i possess |
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i illustrated that way to get the shit off my chest |
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i'm ghetto raise to amaze the crowd, it's quite simple |
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km.g has degrees from unity of south central |
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i'm a graduate and it's all legit |
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from the pimping, the ballin' and all that good shit |
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i have the mega balls in which i speak in a slang |
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while i'm peeking it wit the g's from the ruthless gang |
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ain't nuttin change but the weather like i said before |
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'cause i'm living like hustlers and i'm checking galore |
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yo, i have to give it up to the d.o.c. |
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a ruthless brother who's down wit the km.g |
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so all hail to the niggas that's turning it out |
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and maybe then, i'll take the gun barrel out of your mouth |
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knowledge from one generation to another, perserve |
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and then transmitted, get it, done the ruthless way, |
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you know what i'm saying, so what's up dre |
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(dr. dre) |
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now i'm a swinger, i'm not a muthafuking singer |
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but i bringa melody that always seems to ring a |
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bell as well, let's make it so you can tell |
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yo, it's coming from compton where the ballers dwell |
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'cause i'm dre, the muthafuking doctor causing propaganda |
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when i'm on the mic, i demand a |
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little bit of time to express myself |
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from ?(cedian)? wax, kicking the facts and it's like that |
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a nigga wit a muthafuking attitude |
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you know the deal, kicking some real shit |
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and if a sucker ever thinks he can get some |
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yo, step off, i'm kicking lyrics for the deaf and the dumb |
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but any occasion, getting the bitches wit the mega persuasion |
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then my dick starts top make an invasion |
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but, yo, i can't go on |
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because this is the end of my part on the last song |
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real g from the streets, villianous when he speaks |
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for all you busters who can't deal, give it up for real |
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(mc ren) |
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now when you see me, you're ducking and slipping, yo, then you fell |
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down |
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you fucked up and finally figured who was the cell down |
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pulling the pulls, crotching the bull |
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the weak muthafuker was smelling like shit so i guess that they're |
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full |
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of it, and i love it when i dress like a crook |
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wit a "i don't give a fuck" look |
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the villian was something nuff like a hero |
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jacking all the niggas wit beef, off of relief, i mean the zeros |
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the rest of the 100 was sent to do what i say |
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nwa and atl and we don't play |
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the doc is doing it, oh, so correctly |
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see, i broke it down for the ones who try to check me |
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but i can't be check 'cause i'm the checker |
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when you see a nigga wreck believe that i'm the wrecker |
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the right and for the fight and the left will attend |
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we're doing wrong, mc ren is on the last song |
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from a genius to temporary insanity, the ganster's dream |
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the bitches fanasty, ruthless, so now we've come to the payoff |
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(eazy-e) |
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one muthafuking two muthafuking three |
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it's the hip-hop thugster eazy-e |
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so i grab the mic and then i clear my throat |
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first nigga kicking lyrics in a straightcoat |
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it's eazy for me to come off like this |
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so you can kiss my ass where the sun rays miss |
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or just give me the pussy and i'll be straight |
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and if you don't, fuck it, i'll masterbate |
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(we wanta fuck you eazy) yea, you bitches scream |
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now bow down and praise the lord for the wing ding |
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i got skill to deal and run game on bitches |
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you can tell that i'm sick by the triple sixes |
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i hear voices in my head for what reason |
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but when the talking stops (pow) it's drive by season |
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so back the fuck off and give me respect |
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now they're shipping me off 'cause eazy played wit a half deck |
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criminal in his thoughts, murderous in his lyrics |
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the notorious cold |
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(cold 187um) |
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187um, you know i gotta have it |
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now being above the law is an everyday habit |
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if you think i drop some pimp shit, i ain't |
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perhaps i'll say a couple rhymes to make the bitches faint |
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now everybody wants to chill, ill |
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and bill, now what the fuck is the deal |
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you need a nigga like me to get the shit going |
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187um has got the ultimate flowing |
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now it's time for me to go off like a maniac |
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run up for cover 'cause i'm on the ?(adidnac)? |
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an untouchable player rolled up into one mind |
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87 reasons why fools staying in line |
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'cause i ain't the average nigga behind the trigger |
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i lay and spray anything in my way |
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'cause i'm a balls player for the streets of south central |
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beleive what you want but soon you'll eventually see |
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that atl is straight to mega |
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don't be surprise 'cause we played ya like sega |
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and these bodies keep dropping, you see me keep moving on |
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peace, i'm outta here 'cause this is the last song |
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shout outs |
