Dr Dre on production? Sounds like what The D.O.C. used on Funky Enough, some vocal elements.

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Em qual temporada essa toca????

Estas son las cosas que solo pocas personas valoran , o por qu no saben o no en tienden pero las dos son respetables

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This song while excellent did not age well

Goddamn I'm glad y'all set it off Used to be hard now you're just wet and soft First you was down with the AK And now I see you on a video with Michel'le? Lookin' like straight Bozos I saw it comin' that's why I went solo And kept on stompin' When y'all motherfuckers moved straight outta Compton Livin' with the whites, one big house And not another nigga in site I started off with too much cargo Dropped four niggas now I'm makin' all the dough White man just rulin' The Niggas With Attitudes, who ya foolin'? Y'all niggas just phony I put that on my mama and my dead homies Yella Boy's on your team, so you're losin' Ay yo Dre, stick to producin' Callin' me Arnold, but you been-a-dick Eazy-E saw your ass and went in it quick You got jealous when I got my own company But I'm a man, and ain't nobody helpin' me Tryna sound like Amerikkka's Most You could yell all day but you don't come close 'Cause you know I'm the one that flowed Ya done run 100 miles, but you still got one to go With the L-E-N-C-H M-O-B, and y'all disgrace the C-P-T 'Cause you're gettin' fucked out your green by a white boy With no Vaseline The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin' Who gives a fuck about a punk-ass villain? You're gettin' fucked real quick And Eazy's dick, is smellin' like MC Ren's shit Tried to tell you a year ago But Willie D told me to let a hoe be a hoe, so I couldn't stop you from gettin' ganked Now let's play big-bank-take-little-bank Tried to diss Ice Cube, it wasn't worth it 'Cause the broomstick fit your ass so perfect Cut my hair and I'll cut them balls 'Cause I heard you like givin' up the drawers Gang-banged by your manager, fella Gettin' money out your ass, like a motherfuckin' Ready Teller Givin' up the dollar bills Now they got the Villain with a purse and high-heels So don't believe what Ren say 'Cause he's goin' out like Kunte Kinte But I got a whip for ya Toby Used to be my homie, now you act like you don't know me It's a case of divide-and-conquer 'Cause you let a Jew break up my crew House nigga gotta run and hide Yellin' Compton, but you moved to Riverside So don't front, MC Ren, 'cause I remember when you drove a be B210 Broke as a mothafuckin' joke Let you on the scene to back up the First Team It ain't my fault, one nigga got smart And they rippin' your asshole apart By takin' your green, oh yeah The Villain does get fucked with no Vaseline I never have dinner with the President I never have dinner with the President I never have dinner with the President And when I see your ass again, I'll be hesitant Now I think you a snitch Throw a house nigga in a ditch Half-pint bitch, fuckin' your homeboys You little maggot, Eazy-E turned faggot With your manager, fella Fuckin' MC Ren, Dr. Dre, and Yella But if they were smart as me Eazy-E would be hangin' from a tree With no Vaseline, just a match and a little bit of gasoline Light 'em up, burn 'em up, flame on 'Til that Jheri curl is gone On a permanent vacation, off the massa plantation Heard you both got the same bank account Dumb nigga, what you thinkin' 'bout? Get rid of that Devil real simple, put a bullet in his temple 'Cause you can't be the Nigga 4 Life crew With a white Jew tellin' you what to do Pullin' wools with your scams, now I gotta play the Silence of the Lambs With a midget who's a punk too Tryna fuck me, but I'd rather fuck you Eric Wright, punk, always into somethin', gettin' fucked at night By Mista Shitpacker, bend over for the goddamn cracker, no Vaseline Motherfuckin' nosejob having ass Motherfuckin' Jheri curl lite Ambi wearing motherfuckin' bitch

O'Shea! O'Shea! Get your ass in here boy You hear me calling you? O'Shea! When I was young I used to hang with the seventh graders Little bad motherfucker playing Space Invaders Fucking with the girls in the fourth grade Either feeling on they butts or pulling on they braids Walking with the schoolhouse bully By doing that I had a lot of pull G Cheating on tests making a mess Cussing like a sailor at recess It must a been a half moon Cause you'll catch me running out the little girls' bathroom Chewing on Good and Plenties Got my gamble on at lunch pitching pennies Yo I was living like the class clown Pulling all the hokes, making all the jokes man When you young it's hard to see That it's wrong throwing rocks at the RTD Popping out your window with a BB gun Better yet knocking on your door and run Playing hide-and-go-get-it for a little stank Even though I was still shooting blanks As soon as the dark hit I was stealing candy out the corner market Until I got my ass whipped Cause I was ten years old, doing dumb shit Thirteen, that's how old I was When my jimmy started getting a little peach fuzz And I was looking at any butt and ass Me and my homies started cutting class Going up to the high school Looking for any bitch I could lie to Tell em I was older than I really was Smoked my first joint and got really buzzed That's what a mack's made of But when I got my first piece of pussy I fell in love Hard as a rock the long way And then I put the rubber on the wrong way But I still gotta have it Overexcited and fucking like a jackrabbit Goddamn I was hot A virgin but I still knew how to lay pipe Even though the hoe worked me I still knocked the boots from here to Albuquerque Then the shit got strange money I started shaking and jimmy felt funny Then the nut came gushing I jumped up got dressed and start pushing Cause I thought the bitch broke my dick Cause I was still young doing dumb shit At 17 got my first Volkswagon And mastered the life-long art of dragging To the women in college Hung out with the OG's and got some street knowledge Breaking in cars and all that Hitting punk fools with a baseball bat Fucking at a real fast rate Til they said that I might not graduate Then I said fuck the dumb shit Cause Pops'll fuck me up quick If things continued So I start rapping about shit I been through And I got real good Now I look at all the kids in the neighborhood Trying to be baby macks Doing shit that I did seven years back Going through a stage But before they can grow up they on the front page And they mommas is having a fit Cause they died young doing dumb shit

Here's another day at the stoplight I'm looking in my mirror so I can see who can see me South Central is putting Ice Cube to the test With four brothers in the SS Now I can't go around and can't back up So I gotta peep game laying in the cut Is this a jack or a kidnap? Since I'm never ever slipping I'm fully strapped I grab my gat out the glove Do these fools got a problem with me? Or do they got love? And when the light turns green, I don't bone out I want to see what these black men are all about 'Cause if it's my time, I'm just short If not, I'm plugging they Super Sport First they get behind my ride Then they switch lanes to the left side I'm scoping out the one smoking indo Coming up fast, rolling down his window He threw up a sign, I put away my nine Fool, 'cause I'm color blind Killer Cali, the state where they kill Over colors 'cause brothers don't know the deal And they'll cap you, not if they have to But if they want to, first they might confront you But every nigga on my block can't stop And he won't stop and he don't stop Not to the bang bang boogie, but they like to gang bang And rookies ain't the only ones that drop Some say the little locs are getting a little too loc'ed And when it comes to dust, they kick up the most Say the wrong word Then whistle down the street to your homies like a bird Bust a you-turn, come back and get served nigga For the women, it don't matter how loud they blouse get But men, the wrong color outfit, could get your mouth split It's a shame, but it ain't no thang to me 'Cause I slang these things like a G It's on, is anybody killing for the summertime I gotta get another nine, even though I'm colorblind I'm fresh outta county on bail And no sooner do I get out, seems like I'm right back in jail For some gang related activity 'Cause everyday, different fools try to get with me For no more than a color, or territory Can't rehabilitate 'em, that's the sheriff's story So what's left, the judge goes deaf When you try to tell your side And you ain't blue eyed Boy you better duck 'cause the book is comin' And just hand your car keys over to your woman Because it ain't no sunshine where you headed And the shit'll drive you crazy if you let it But now, I got time to think Because they hit me with everything but the kitchen sink And I ain't even shed a tear 'Cause believe it or not, they got more love for me here Now picture that, but on a black and white photograph 'Cause brothers, you don't know the half On the streets I was damn near outta my mind But ever since I've been down I'm colorblind Now here's the game plan, yo, at a quarter to nine I was told to peel a cap on the other side Yo, young and dumb, full of come up, a baby loc I gotta put in work for the hood and that ain't no joke Stable and able but I'm not ready and willing 'Cause I'm only 13 and I ain't never did a killing Grabbed the A.K. and jumped in the G ride Started up the bucket and headed for the other side Yo, spotted the enemies, now I'm on a creep tip Hit the 5 dollar stick and then I put in my clip So, I jumped out the car and no matter what the cost I had my mind set on sending niggas to Harrison Ross Caught one from the back and I looked in his eyes Thinkin' should I peel his cap, or should I let him survive Yo, I'm trapped in the plan designed by another side I ain't contributing to genocide (why?) 'Cause I'm colorblind Niggas in the hood ain't changed And I've finally figure out that we're not in the same gang 'Cause, I walk the alleys of Compton with nowhere to turn Every which way I get burned baby Lou wears blue, Big Fred wears red Put 'em together then we color 'em dead Dead, dying, getting smoked like part of the fun They get smoked just to show how many come to the funeral I understand how all my homeboys feel 'Cause I was shot and to this day, I pack my steel 'Cause I was born in a certain territory Where you don't talk only the streets tell stories With blue and red bandannas on the street And if you slipping, you'll be six feet deep 'Cause me and T-bone, we pay it no mind And for the rest of the mob, we stay color blind

Your daughter was a nice girl, now she is a slut A queen treatin' niggas just like King Tut Gobblin up nuts, sorta like a hummingbird Suckin up the Lench Mob crew, and I'm comin' third Used to get straight A's, now she just skippin' class Oh my, do I like to grip the hips and ass Only seventeen, with a lot of practice On black boys jimmies and white boys cactus Sorry sorry sir, but I gotta be brief A lotta niggas like bustin' nuts in her teeth Drink it up, drink it up, even though she's Catholic That don't mean shit, cause she's givin' up the ass quick Quicker than you can say, "Candy, " The bitch is on my Snicker, and oh man she Can take on three men, built like He-Men Her little-bitty twat got gallons of semen Fourteen niggas in line ready to bang your Pride-and-joy, I mean daddy's little angel Tell the little bitch to bring her ass out the house Cause your daughter's known, for givin' up the nappy dug out "I got a big old ding-a-ling, and if that bitch can hang I'm gonna do my thing, with your daughter!" Givin up the nappy dug out! "I got a big old ding-a-ling, and if that bitch can hang I'm gonna do my thing, with your daughter!" Givin up the nappy dug out! Mister, mister, before you make me go I'm here to let you know your little girl is a ho Nympho, nympho, boy is she bad Get her all alone and out comes the kneepads I know she is a minor and it is illegal But the bitch is worse than Vanessa Del Rio And if you decide to call rape We got the little hooker on tape, now Tell the fuckin' slut to please hurry up And wear that dress that's tight on her butt So I can finger-fuck on the way to the bed Been in so many rooms, she got a dot on her forehead Face turnin' red from grabbin' them ankles Fuck and get up is how I do them stank-hoes You should hear how she sounds with a cock in her Boots get knocked, from here to Czechoslovakia Two are on top, one on the bottom First nigga got the boots, man, you shoulda shot him Cause after I got 'em it was over Now niggas get lucky like a four-leaf clover On daddy's little girl She keeps nuts in her mouth like the bitch was a squirrel So tell Cheryl to bring her ass home Cause the line at my house is gettin' long, ay! "I got a big old ding-a-ling, and if that bitch can hang I'm gonna do my thing, with your daughter!" Givin up the nappy dug out! "I got a big old ding-a-ling, and if that bitch can hang I'm gonna do my thing, with your daughter!" Givin up the nappy dug out! "I got a big old ding-a-ling, and if that bitch can hang I'm gonna do my thing, with your daughter!" Givin up the nappy dug out! "I got a big old ding-a-ling, and if that bitch can hang I'm gonna do my thing, with your daughter!" "Givin up the nappy, givin up the nappy dug out" "Givin up the nappy dug out" "Givin up the nappy, givin up the nappy dug out" "Givin up the nappy dug out" "Givin-givin up the nappy dug out" Mercy! Warning: when having sexual intercourse with a female like Cheryl You must use, jimmy hat condoms We're called jimmy hats, have you ever seen us? Most guys wear us round rolled up on your penis If you're real smart, you will always use us Put me in your wallet, 'fore some dummy screws us And goin bare back, without the bare facts 'll have creepy crawlers crawlin on your nutsac! So get the J-I-M-M-Y to the hats It's me and two brothers in a pack "Run out and get your jimmy hats" "Small, and extra large" "Run out and get your jimmy hats" Or this might happen to you!

Four or five niggas in a mothership Better known as a deuce and we all wanna smother shit Bent, front and back glass got tint Tryin' to get our hands on some dollars and cents And fools can't hold us Every chance we get, we hittin' up the rollers Comin' up short of the green guys And I might start slangin' bean pies Or the bootleg t-shirt of the month With "U Can't Touch This" on the front I'm 'bout to get rich Cause life ain't nuttin but money and fuck a bitch They drop like dominoes And if you didn't know, Ice Cube got drama hoes So after the screwin' I bust a nut and get up and put on my white Ewings I'm out the door All you might get is a rubber on the floor Cause I'm ready to hit the road like Mario Andretti Bitch, cause I'm steady mobbin' Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? (Steady mobbin') Bustin' caps in the mix Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six Cause I'm gettin' major Fuck Pac Tel, move to Sky Pager Told all my friends: Don't drink 8 Ball, cause St. Ide's is givin ends Fools get drunk and wanna compete Slapboxin in the street Niggas get mad, tempers are flarin' Cause they got a few bitches starin' Just for the nappy heads But scandalous bitches, make for happy Feds I make it my duty to cuss 'em Out, cause I just don't trust em And if you tell on me I'm bombin' on Betty Bitch shoulda known I was steady mobbin' Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? (Steady mobbin') Since one-time so hot Got me a stash spot in my hooptie for the Glock Cause I'm rollin' on rims Eating soul food, neckbones from M&M's Grumbbin' like a motherfucker Greasy-ass lips, now I gots to take a shit Saw Sir Jinx bailin' When I hit a left on Ruthelen, "Whattup loc?" Don't you know that niggas get smoked That take they life for a joke, get in nigga I take you to the pad soon Went to mom's house and dropped a load in the bathroom Jumped back in my low rider Comin' out feelin' about ten pounds lighter Went to Bone's house so I can get the gat Looking for the place where all the hoes kick it at Lench Mob ain't nuttin but tramps But hoes lickin' nuts like stamps One fool brought the music for the yams But Ice Cube had more amps, get in bitch Cause I had the jam on And I don't want to hear shit about a tampon Give me the nappy and make me happy The ho said 'Pappy could you slap me On the ass hard and fast And could please try not to leave a gash?' I said yeah, but I don't play sex Without puttin' on the latex Slipped on the condom Fucked around and dropped the bomb son And it came out sort of like confetti In for the night, no longer steady mobbin

This is the final boarding call for flight 1259 Departing from Los Angeles final destination to St. Louis Thank you Damn G the spot's gettin' hot So how the fuck am I supposed to make a knot? Police looking at niggas through a microscope In L.A. everybody and they momma sell dope They trying to stop it So what the fuck can I do to make a profit? Catch a flight to St. Louis That's cool, cause nobody knew us We stepped off the plane Four gang bangers, professional crack slangers Rented a car at wholesale Drove to the ghetto, and checked in a motel Unpacked and I grab the three-eighty Cause where we stayin', niggas look shady But they can't fade South Central Cause bustin' a cap is fundamental Checkin' out every block close Seein' which one will clock the most Yeah this is the one no doubt Bust a you Bone, and let's clear these niggaz out Hey hey man, whats up nigga? Yo, well this Lench Mob nigga! Now clearin' 'em out meant casualties Still had the L.A. mentality Bust a cap, and out of there in a hurry Wouldn't you know, a driveby in Missouri Them fools got popped Took their corner next day, set up shop And it's better than slangin' in the Valley Triple the profit makin' more than I did in Cali Breakin' off rocks like Barney Rubble Cause them mark-ass niggas don't want trouble And we ain't on edge when we do work Police don't recognize the khakis and the sweatshirts Getting bitches and they can't stand a Nineteen-ninety-one Tony Montana Now the shit's like a war Of gang violence, where it was never seen before Punks whirl when the gat bust Four jheri curl niggas kickin' up dust And some of them are even lookin' up to us Wearing our colors and talkin' that gang fuss Giving up much love Dyin' for a street, that they ain't even heard of But other motherfuckers want to stand strong So you know the phrase, once again it's on Top of the news tonight, gangs from South Central Los Angeles which are known for their driveby shootings Have migrated into East St. Louis Leaving three dead and two others injured No arrests have been made Police say this is a nationwide trend With similar incidents occurring in Texas, Michigan, and Oklahoma "If it can happen here, it can happen anywhere") Boom, my homie got shot he's a goner black St. Louis niggas want they corner back Shooting in snowy weather It's illegal business, niggas still can't stick together Fuckin' police got the four-one-one That L.A. ain't all, surf and sun But we ain't thinkin', bout the boys Feudin', like the Hatfields and McCoys Now the shit's gettin' tricky Cause now they lookin' for the colors and the khakis Damn, the spot's gettin' hot from the battle About to pack up and start slangin' in Seattle But the NARC's, raid about six in the morning Try to catch a nigga while he's yawnin' Put his glock to my chest as I paused Went to jail in my motherfuckin' drawers Tryin' to give me, fifty-seven years Face'll be full of those tattooed tears It's the same old story and the same old nigga stuck And the public defender ain't givin' a fuck The fool must be sparkin' Talkin' about a double life plea bargain You got to deal with the Crips and Bloods by hand G Plus the Black Guerilla family And the white pride don't like Northside And it's a riot if any one of us die No parole or probation Now this is a young man's summer vacation No chance for rehabilitation Cause look at the motherfuckin' years that I'm facin' I'ma end it like this cause you know what's up My life is fucked

One of the most positive recordings ever in music history

Kitty cat so way to go dumb dumb people back

I think dre got boyz the hood got some inspiration using his own beat

Appreciate the Upload my man.

Lookin for this

It was okay 😬

War & Peace vol 1 full album on my channel kzbin.info/www/bejne/goKsaKNrl9OElas

Ha nem lennél ekkora balfasz akkor nem lennél ideges.Idióta.

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God that's fucken memories mang!! could do without the pokemon squeks though

Legand♥️🔥

Such a smooth track

This song... Fits perfect with the scene!

I szkoda że zeszła w ten sposób.

Haven’t heard this in 30 years and still know all the words 👍👍

Well dope and fly WORD 😎

Exactly how evil temps US!

tou

Thankxs

The beat is everything, the story gives me chills...🦦😫🇿🇦✌🏽

Check yo self before you wreck yo self. ✌🏽💯🇿🇦

All day!

O cara só pegou a música e botou um filter ;-;

Love the memories this songs brings me. A different time, a different world... Im privileged to be ol school, last of a dying breed. ~AK

The fools who dislike the Badass song likes nicki Minaj and cardi b crap

The saddest song I’ve ever heard I miss the show 😭

Old memories of 93 Thanks G 👍

Peace, 5000g.. That phrase inspired this track I made in 1993. Uploaded for your amusement.. kzbin.info/www/bejne/a3-aloWYpJmjmtk

2020 SOA ❤️

Ice Cube 1986??

Love this version too

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Com respeito a quem gosta de funk.... mas velho ... sem palavras... ja é 2020... muito boa a musica

Músicas, legais, não paro de ouvi-las!!!!!

This shit hard who produced this?

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