Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas - Radio Los Santos Lyrics FAQ
Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas - Radio Los Santos Lyrics FAQ
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.
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I know this piece of ASCII art is hard to see but when viewed from a
distance, you'll see that this is the infamous Death Row Vibe Cover
with Snoop, Dre, 2PAC, and Suge Knight. Look familiar?
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INTRODUCTION
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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.
What is RADIO LOS SANTOS?
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: /
"You're listening to Radio Los Santos, the greatest music station in
the world! Act like you know ese's, HOLLA!" --Madd Dogg
WARNING: PARENTAL ADVISORY! CONTAINS EXPLICIT LYRICS AND CONTENT!
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==RADIO LOS SANTOS PLAYLIST==
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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
Cypress Hill - How I Could Just Kill a Man
The D.O.C. - It's Funky Enough
NWA - Alwayz Into Somethin'
NWA - Express Yourself
Ice Cube - It Was a Good Day
Ice Cube - Check Yo Self (The Message Remix)
Eazy-E - Eazy-Er Said Than Dunn
Above the Law - Murder Rap
Da Lench Mob - Guerillas in tha Mist
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BOYZ IN THA HOOD
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--TOO $HORT - THE GHETTO--
ALBUM: SHORT DOG'S IN THE HOUSE
Includes the hits "Pimpology" and "Ain't Nuthin' But A Word To Me" with
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
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--2PAC - I DON'T GIVE A FUCK--
ALBUM: 2PACALYPSE NOW
Other classic tracks include "Crooked Ass N***a" and "Brenda's Got A
Baby". But I would've preferred tracks from "Strictly For My
N.I.G.G.A.Z."
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!
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--COMPTON'S MOST WANTED - HOOD TOOK ME UNDER--
ALBUM: MUSIC TO DRIVEBY
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
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--DR DRE - NUTHIN' BUT A "G" THANG--
ALBUM: THE CHRONIC
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
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--DR DRE - FUCK WIT DRE DAY--
ALBUM: THE CHRONIC
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.
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...
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--DR DRE - DEEP COVER--
ALBUM: DEEP COVER ORIGINAL SOUNDTRACK
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
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
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)
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--KID FROST - LA RAZA--
ALBUM: HISPANIC CAUSING PANIC
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]
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--CYPRESS HILL - HOW I COULD JUST KILL A MAN--
ALBUM: CYPRESS HILL
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
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
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--THE D.O.C. - IT'S FUNKY ENOUGH--
ALBUM: NO ONE CAN DO IT BETTER
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
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--NWA - ALWAYZ INTO SOMETHIN'--
ALBUM: EFIL4ZAGGIN
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'
A nigga ALWAYZ INTO SOMETHIN'
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'
A nigga ALWAYZ INTO SOMETHIN'
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'
A nigga ALWAYZ INTO SOMETHIN'
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--NWA - EXPRESS YOURSELF--
ALBUM: STRAIGHT OUTTA COMPTON
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!
Ruthless...
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
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--ICE CUBE - IT WAS A GOOD DAY--
ALBUM: THE PREDATOR
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.
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--ICE CUBE - CHECK YO' SELF (The Message Remix)--
ALBUM: THE PREDATOR
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
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
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--EAZY-E - EAZY-ER SAID THAN DUNN--
ALBUM: EAZY-DUZ-IT
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
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
(Dr Dre: but would 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
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--ABOVE THE LAW - MURDER RAP--
ALBUM: LIVIN' LIKE HUSTLERS
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)
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--DA LENCH MOB - GUERILLAS IN THE MIST--
ALBUM: GUERILLAS IN THE MIST
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!
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MY KINDA MUSIC: WEST COAST FLAVOR MUTHAFUCKER!
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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:
==ICE CUBE - LETHAL INJECTION==
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!)".
==2PAC- STRICTLY FOR MY N.I.G.G.A.Z./ME AGAINST THE WORLD==
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, other artists, or drugs. But when he jams out, he gets
the whole vibe going. No one can do great rap jams like 2PAC and I mean
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.
==ABOVE THE RIM SOUNDTRACK==
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 I the movie but not the soundtrack.
==FRIDAY SOUNDTRACK==
Finally, an album where former members of NWA aren't 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".
==SNOOP DOGG - DOGGYSTYLE==
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.
==WESTSIDE CONNECTION - BOW DOWN==
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, anyone?).
Listen the title track "Bow Down" and "Gangstas Make the World Go
Round". This is Hardcore West Coast 4 Life music, punk ass bitch!
OTHER NOTEWORTHY WESTCOAST ALBUMS TO LISTEN TO:
- 100 MILES AND RUNNIN'
- IT'S ON (DR DRE) 187'UM KILLA
==WARREN G
- REGULATE...G-FUNK ERA
- ALL EYEZ ON ME
==MAKAVELI
- DON KILLUMINATI - THE 7 DAY THEORY
- CHRONIC 2001
==THE GAME
- THE DOCUMENTARY
==SNOOP DOGG
- MURDER WAS THE CASE
==THA DOGG POUND - DOGG FOOD
- RESTLESS
==THE DOVE SHACK - THIS IS THE SHACK
- QUIK IS THE NAME
- IN A MAJOR WAY
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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.
FUCK THIS CD! SAVE YOUR MONEY AND JUST PURCHASE THE FULL ALBUMS
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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!
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R.I.P. - 2PAC
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