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Yo, this is Yella, as we wine down to the final song |
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I wanted to make this one to remember my lil' nigga E |
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I know he wanted this track on his record |
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Though he was takin' from us to god damn soon |
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So I finished for him peace nigga |
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We did a song fuck da police you know |
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And everybody been hearing fuck sayin' |
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Fuck da police for years and years and years |
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And finally it took a muthaphukka to video tape |
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A nigga gettin' the shit beat out of him |
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For everybody else to say fuck da police |
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And we did fuck da police people put us down |
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And sayed we were ahead of our time you know it |
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Took the video you know ya shot by accident |
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To tell the truth and open the worlds eyes |
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Yes, we do have a serious problem in L.A. |
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And other citys true retaliate happens all the time |
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People tryin' to change things for years but I don't |
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Think anything is gonna help the problem is to deep |
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N.W.A. is just being brutally honest. |
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City of Compton, City of Crompton |
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City of, City of Compton, baby, baby |
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They swearin' on cable T.V. it ain't teachin' |
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Nobody nothin' new, 'cause little kids grow up |
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You know one, two years old hearin' there mother |
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Sayin' fuck this, you little son of bitch, I beat |
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The shit out of you and all this shit and you know |
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They pick up from all the shit and you know so they |
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Learn shit you know it's not gonna be teachin' |
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Muthaphukkaz nothin' new |
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'Cause I got some new words for your ass |
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We don't tell you to go out and gang bang |
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We tell you ya know and our songs is as you |
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Know if you could go out stealin' and killin' |
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And beatin' up people all day but that person |
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Ends up dead or in jail sometimes he gets away |
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You know and we don't have no rags no red no blue |
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Rags and tellin' we gonna go out and creep or go |
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Out and do that other thing or whateva it is |
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You know we ain't tell you to be joinin' no gang |
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Or whateva else |
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Rollin' down, rollin' down, rollin' down |
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Eazy-Muthaphukkin'-E |
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The Hip-Hop Thugsta from the CPT |
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Compton Style, real niggaz, nigga For Life |
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We don't die, we don't diw, we don't die |
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I'd like to send all my love out to his kids |
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And my God Son Derik, Little D to all his family |
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To his wife and everybody who loved him |
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And the people that didn't love 'em |
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Yo, E, tell these niggaz whats up |
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I say fuck 'em, hehehaha |
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I tried thats right fuck these muthaphukkaz |
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To all the real niggaz out there |
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We still in this muthaphukka |
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Beware, '96 Style, '96 Style |
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Yeah, Big Man, we out, as I was sayin' before |
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See you around buddy boy |
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I'm feelin' to fuck all, goodbye, shit |