Here ya go,
--dominic
p.s. Anybody hear the `censored' version of "straight outta compton"?
I was surprised that NWA would make a censored version of such a
killer song... It's still good, just clean from the dirty seven
words (the lyrics are totally changed though).
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Lyrics to "Straight Outta Compton" by N.W.A.
You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge....
Straight outta compton,
Crazy mother fucker named Ice Cube
from the gang called Niggers with attitudes,
when I'm called off, I got a sawed off,
squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off.
You too boy if you fuck with me,
the police are gonna have to come and git me,
off your ass, that's how I'm going out,
for the punk mother fuckers that are showin' out,
Niggers start to mumble, they wanna rumble,
mix 'em and cook 'em in a pot like gumbo,
goin' off on a mother fucker like that,
with a gap that's pointed at yo ass,
So give it up smooth,
a'int no tellin' when I'm down for a jack move,
here's a murder rap to keep you dancin',
with a crime record like Charles Manson
AK-47 is a tool, don't make me act the mother fuckin' fool,
me and you can go toe to toe, no maybe,
I'm knockin' niggers out the box daily,
yo weekly, monthly, and yearly,
until those dumb mother fuckers see clearly
that I'm down with the capital CBT, [??? is it CBT or ZBT?]
boy, you can't fuck with me,
So when I'm in your neighborhood,
you better duck, 'cause Ice Cube is crazy as fuck.
As I leave, believe I'm stompin,
but when I come back, boy,
I'm comin' straight outta compton....
Yo Ren,
What's up?
Tell 'em where you from.
Straight outta compton, another crazy ass nigger,
more punks I smoke, yo my rep gets bigger,
I'm a bad mother fucker and you know this,
but the pussy ass niggers won't show this,
but I don't give a fuck, I'm a make my snaps, [??? is this right?]
and not from the records, but from jackin' at craps,
it's like burglary, the definition is jackin',
and when I'm legally armed it's called packin',
shoot a mother fucker in a minute,
I find a good piece a pussy, and go up in it,
so if you at a show in the front row,
I'm a call you a bitch or a dirty ass ho,
You probably get mad like a bitch is supposed to,
but that shows me slut your opposed to [??? is that what he says?]
a crazy mother fucker from the street,
attitude legit, 'cause I'm tearin' up shit,
MC Ren controls the automatic,
for any dumb mother fucker startin' static,
not a right hand, cause I'm the hand itself,
everytime I pull a AK off the shelf,
security is maximum, and that's a law,
R-E-N spells Ren, but I'm raw,
See, cause I'm a mother fuckin' villian,
the definition is clear, you're the witness I'll be givin'
that's takin' place without a clue,
And once your on the scope, your ass is through,
Look, you might take it as a trip,
but a nigger like Ren is on the gangster tip,
straight outta compton....
Eazy is his name and the boyz call me...
Straight outta compton,
is a brother that'll smother your mother
and make your sister think I love her,
Dangerous mother fucker, raisin' hell,
and if I ever get caught, I'll make bail,
see I don't give a fuck, that's the problem,
I see a mother fuckin' cop, I don't dodge him,
but I'm smart, lay low, creep awhile,
and when I see the punk pass, I smile,
to me it's kinda funny, the attitudes to a nigger drivin', [?? is 'to'?]
but don't know where the fuck he goin',
just roamin', lookin' for the one they call Eazy,
but here's a flash, they'll never seize me,
ruthless, never seen, like a shadow in the dark,
except when I unload,
you see it's fronted and over [??? is this right?]
and hesitation,
and hear the scream of the last one who caught penetration,
feel a little gust of wind, and I'm jettin',
but leave a memory no one will be forgettin',
So what about the bitch who got shot? Fuck her.
You think I give a damn about a bitch? I a'int a sucker.
This is a autobiography of the E,
And if you ever fuck with me,
you'll get taken,
by a stupid dope brother who'll smother,
word to the mother fucker,
straight outta compton.
Damn that shit was dope....
Your lyrics are pretty close I know there are a few spots that are wrong.
The ones I caught are:
that I'm down with a capital CBT.
If I'm not mistaken it's CPT (you know like compton).
Eazy is his name and the boys call me straight outta compton.
I think it's
Eazy is his name and the boy is comin' straight outta compton.
to me it's kinda funny, the attitudes to a nigger drivin', [?? is 'to'?]
it should be
to me it's kinda funny the attitude is showing
nigger's driven but don't know where the fuck he's goin'
the one I'm unsure of because I haven't listened to the tape in a few months
is you see it's fronter and over and hesitation.
I am pretty sure it's wrong but I'm not positive of how it really goes either.
you see a spark should be in there in the beginning I think.
Hope this helps.
I know quite a few lyrics I have a pretty good letter.
Requests, write me. I might be able to help you out and if not I can still
drop a little science in your general direction.
________________________________________________________________________________Pride is a wonderful, terrible thing. A seed that bears two vines.
LIFE and DEATH.
-the Scarlet Ibis (I don't recall the author)
________________________________________________________________________________peace out to all in 1991
gat...@clutx.clarkson.edu
(any questions to above)
from the "Walker"
a.k.a. M.C. Glass