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straight outta compton/fuck tha police (live) - ice cube lyrics

[intro]
how many of y’all would know about nwa?
okay, let’s see how many of y’all know nwa
(you are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge)

[part i: straight outta compton]

[verse 1: ice cube]
straight outta compton!
crazy motherf*cker named ice cube
from the gang called n*ggas wit attitudes
when i’m called off, i got a sawed*off
squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off
you too, boy, if you f*ck with me
the police are gonna have to come and get me
off your ass, that’s how i’m going out
for the punk motherf*ckers that’s showing out
n*ggas start to mumble, they wanna rumble
mix ’em and cook ’em in a pot, like gumbo
going off on the motherf*cker like that
with a gat that’s pointed at your ass
so give it up smooth
ain’t no telling when i’m down for a jack move
here’s a murder rap to keep y’all dancin’
with a crime record like charles manson
ak*47 is the tool
don’t make me act a motherf*cking fool
me you can go toe to toe, no maybe
i’m knocking n*ggas out the box, daily
yo, weekly, monthly and yearly
until them dumb motherf*ckers see clearly
that i’m down with the capital c*p*t
boy, you can’t f*ck with me
so when i’m in your neighborhood, you better duck
‘cause ice cube is crazy as f*ck
as i leave, believe i’m stompin’
but when i come back boy, i’m coming straight outta compton
(compton compton compton)
(city of compton, city of compton)
[interlude 1: eazy*e & mc ren]
yo, ren! (what’s up?)
tell ’em where you from!

[verse 2: mc ren]
straight outta compton, another crazy*ass n*gga
more punks i smoke, yo, my rep gets bigger
i’m a bad motherf*cker, and you know this
but the p*ssy*ass n*ggas won’t show this
but i don’t give a f*ck, i’ma make my snaps
if not from the records, from jacking or cr*ps
just like burglary, the definition is jacking
and when i’m legally armed it’s called packing
shoot a motherf*cker in a minute
i find a good piece of p*ssy and go up in it
so if you’re at a show in the front row
i’ma call you a b*tch or dirty*ass ho
you’ll probably get mad like a b*tch is supposed to
but that shows me, sl*t, you’re not opposed to
a crazy motherf*cker from the street
attitude legit, ‘cause i’m tearing up sh*t
mc ren controls the automatic
for any dumb motherf*cker that starts static
not the right hand, ’cause i’m the hand itself
every time i pull an ak off the shelf
the security is maximum and that’s a law
r*e*n spells ren, but i’m raw
see, ’cause i’m the motherf*cking villain
the definition is clear, you’re the witness of a k!llin’
that’s taking place without a clue
and once you’re on the scope, your ass is through
look, you might take it as a trip
but a n*gga like ren is on a gangsta tip
straight outta compton
(compton compton compton)
(city of compton, city of compton)
[part ii: f*ck tha police]

[chorus]
f*ck the police, f*ck— f*ck—
f*ck the police, f*ck— f*ck—
f*ck the police, f*ck the— f*ck the—
f*ck the police

[verse 1: ice cube]
f*ck the police comin’ straight from the underground
a young n*gga got it bad ’cause i’m brown
and not the other color, so police think
they have the authority to k!ll a minority
f*ck that sh*t, ’cause i ain’t the one
for a punk motherf*cker with a badge and a gun
to be beating on and thrown in jail
we can go toe*to*toe in the middle of a cell
f*ckin’ with me ’cause i’m a teenager
with a little bit of gold and a pager
searchin’ my car, lookin’ for the product
thinkin’ every n*gga is sellin’ narcotics
you’d rather see me in the pen
than me and lorenzo rollin’ in a benz*o
beat a police out of shape
and when i’m finished, bring the yellow tape
to tape off the scene of the slaughter
still getting swole off bread and water
i don’t know if they f*gs or what
search a n*gga down and grabbing his nuts
and on the other hand, without a gun, they can’t get none
but don’t let it be a black and a white one
’cause they’ll slam ya down to the street top
black police showing out for the white cop
ice cube will swarm
on any motherf*cker in a blue uniform
just ’cause i’m from the cpt
punk police are afraid of me, huh
a young n*gga on the warpath
and when i’m finished, it’s gonna be a bloodbath
of cops dying in l.a
yo, dre, i got something to say
[chorus]
f*ck the police, f*ck— f*ck—
f*ck the police, f*ck— f*ck—
f*ck the police, f*ck the— f*ck the—
f*ck the police

- ice cube lyrics

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