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What the hell did you do to family franchises and why from all of pop culture

[Chorus]
I'm a goofy goober! ROCK!
You're a goofy goober! ROCK!
We're all goofy goobers! ROCK!
Goofy goofy goober goober! ROCK!

[Verse]
"Put your toys away"
Well I got to say when you tell me not to play
I say NO WAY! No, no, freaking way!
"I'm a kid" you say
When you say I'm a kid I say "Say it again."
And then I say Thanks! THANKS! Thank you very much
So if you're thinking that you'd like to be like me
Go ahead and try
The kid inside will set you free!
Hamella bebela zimela boebela hamella bebela zimela bop

[Chorus]
I'm a goofy goober. ROCK!
You're a goofy goober! ROCK!
We're all goofy goobers! ROCK!
Goofy goofy goober goober! YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!

[Intro: Young Thug]
Pour that shit up fool, the sauce
Ha
Monster!
Man so you ain't gon' pour?
Oh so you're gonna make a nigga beg you to pour?
Okay bool, You dig?
(Wheezy Beats)
Uh

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Hopped out my mothafuckin' bed
Hopped in the mothafuckin' coupe (Skrrt)
Pulled up on the Birdman (Brr)
I'm a beast, I'm a beast, I'm a mobster (Ayy)
You got 50 whole bands, you'll be my sponsor (Just for the night)
Them snakes on the plane, me and Kanye-conda (Anacondas)
Yeah (Them anacondas)
I might piece him up and let my partner smoke him (Triple cross)
Chuck-E-Cheese him up, I pizza him, I roll him (Cross)
I'm a gangster, I don't dance, baby I poke
Right now I'm surrounded by some gangsters from Magnolia
I heard I put it in the spot, yessir she told me
My niggas muggin', these niggas YSL only
I heard my Nolia niggas not friendly, like no way
But we not friendly either, you know it
Ha!
Yeah, thumbs up
I've seen more holes than a golf course on Donald Trump's course
My bitch a tall blooded horse, nigga, bronco
And if you catch us down bet you're not gon' trunk us (No)
You got a body, lil' nigga, we got a ton of 'em (Yeah)
You got some Robin's, lil' nigga, we got some Batmans
I let that choppa go "blocka, blocka," get back, son (Back)
You got them MJs, nigga, I got them Jacksons (Racks)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
But really what is it to do
When the whole world constantly hatin' on you?
Pussy niggas hold their nuts, masturbatin' on you
Meanwhile the fuckin' federal baitin' on you
Nigga tell me what you do
Would you stand up or would you turn to a pussy nigga?
I got a hundred things to do
And I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' fuckin' figures

[Verse 2: Birdman & Young Thug]
Yeah, I'm from that mothafuckin' 'Nolia, nigga ('Nolia, nigga)
Birdman'll break a nigga nose, lil' nigga (Nose, lil' nigga, ah)
You need to slow your fuckin' roll, lil' nigga (Roll, lil' nigga, Thugger)
We created Ks on shoulders, nigga (Shoulders, nigga)
I'm a scary fuckin' sight, lil' nigga (Sight, lil' nigga, ah)
We won a hundred mil' on fights, lil' nigga (Fights, lil' nigga, hey)
A hundred bands, sure you're right, lil' nigga (Right, lil' nigga)
I keep some AKs on my flights, lil' nigga (My flights, lil' nigga)
Birdman Willie B (What?)
Smoke some stunna blunts, now my eyes Chinese (Chinese)
Hundred K on private flights overseas (Overseas)
Choppas City nigga, free BG (BG)
Bentley with the doors all 'round, not a Jeep (Jeep)
Rich nigga shit, smoke two pounds in a week (In a week)
Can't find a bitch that don't know we them streets (We them streets)
Bitches know that I am Birdman, that's OG, brrat

[Chorus: Young Thug]
But really what is it to do
When the whole world constantly hatin' on you?
Pussy niggas hold their nuts, masturbatin' on you
Meanwhile the fuckin' federal baitin' on you
Nigga tell me what you do
Would you stand up or would you turn to a pussy nigga?
I got a hundred things to do
And I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' fuckin' figures

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Nigga, I'm a crack addict
Thought about lettin' them get a cut
Then I went and snagged at it
Yeah, the new Boosie Badazz at it
I'ma drop a nigga life, just like a bad habit
I stick to the ground like a mothafuckin' rug
I'm a big dog, lil' fuck nigga, you a pup
Lil' bitch, clean your drawers before you think you're a thug
Before I be in front your shows, just like your pub
I ain't even lyin', baby
I swear to God I ain't lyin', baby, no
First I'll screw you without these pliers, baby, or
I might dap you like, "good try, baby"
Big B livin', baby
Them boys on my left throwin' up Cs
I promise their mama see them this week
And I don't break promises with my Ds (Them my dogs)
I want Ms and cheese, mister Mickey Ds
She know I am a beast, I am so obese (Rrar)
In Miami I swear they don't got good weed
Wiz Khalifa can you send me some weed please?

[Outro: Birdman]
Yeah, overseas, nigga, top floor, clear windows, nigga
Glass house, drankin' GT, you understand?
We in that Red Light District, you understand?
We 3 and 1, that mean 3 on me, nigga, you understand me?
Just livin' the life, boy, ayy, Thug, just a dollar for a 1, nigga
We can blow a mil', boy
Rich Gang, YSL, blatt!

[Intro: Kendrick Lamar]
Uh-uh, fuck that (fuck that)

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Eight doobies to the face, fuck that
12 bottles in the case, nigga, fuck that
Two pills and a half-weight, nigga, fuck that
Got a high tolerance when your age don't exist

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Man, I swear my nigga trippin' off that shit again
Pick him up, then I set him in cold water
Then I order someone to bring him Vicodin
I hope that take the pain away
From the feelin' that he felt today
You know, when you part of Section.80
And you feel like no one can relate
'Cause you are, you are, a loner, loner
Marijuana endorphins make you stronger, stronger
I'm in the house party, trippin' off
My generation sippin' cough syrup like it's water
Never no pancakes in the kitchen
Man, not one of our lives is caught up
In the daily superstition that the world is 'bout to end
Who gives a fuck? We never do listen
'Less it comes with a 808 (A melody and some hoes)
PlayStation and some drank (Technology bought my soul)
Lookin' around and all I see
Is a big crowd that's product of me
And they probably relatives relevant for a rebel's dream
Yep, her president is black, she black too
Purple label on her back, but that tab is light blue
She take it straight to the head
Then she look at me, she got ADHD

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Eight doobies to the face, fuck that
12 bottles in the case, nigga, fuck that
Two pills and a half-weight, nigga, fuck that
Got a high tolerance when your age don't exist

[Post-Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Like whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa
(Don't got a limit, just give me some more with it)
Whoa, whoa-whoa
(Don't got a limit, just give me some more with it)
Whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa
(They always told me ADHD did it)

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
And then she started…
And then she started feelin' herself
Like no one else in this apartment
"Beg your pardon?" "Oh, I rap, baby."
"How old are you?", She say 22, I say 23
"Okay, then we are crack babies."
"Damn, why you say that?" She said, "Where my drink at?"
"I'ma tell you later, just tell your neighbors and the police relax."
I stood up, shut the blind, closed the screen; Jumbotron
Made to the back where she reside
Then she said, "Read between the lines."
Yep, hope that I get close enough when the lights turn down
And the fact that she just might open up
When the Nuvo start to drown her body and I know
The both of us really deep in the mood now
It's nothin' we can do now
Somebody walked in with a pound of that Bay Area kush
She looked at me, then looked at it
Then she grabbed it, then she said, "Get it understood."
"You know why we crack babies?
Because we born in the '80s, that ADHD crazy."

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Eight doobies to the face, fuck that
12 bottles in the case, nigga, fuck that
Two pills and a half-weight, nigga, fuck that
Got a high tolerance when your age don't exist

[Post-Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Like whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa
(Don't got a limit, just give me some more with it)
Whoa, whoa-whoa
(Don't got a limit, just give me some more with it)
Whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa
(They always told me ADHD did it)

[Outro: Ab-Soul]
You can have all my shine, I'll give you the light
Double cup, deuce, four, six, just mix it in Sprite
Ecstasy, 'shrooms, blow, 'dro, hoes, whatever you like
You can have all my shine, I'll give you the light

That feels a little funny on my undercarriage!

Oh, that Abominable Snowplow is quite the comic thespian!

How many of you are remembering to clean the stains from out of your dirty asshole?

[Talk 1: Come On]
Nigga was motherfuckin hyped up
Nigga just grabbed the nigga, snuffed the nigga
And it was on from there
The motherfucker there wasn't nuttin stoppin him
(What what did the rest of his niggas do?)
Man the motherfuckers was just ready for anything
Them niggas was packin burners
Them niggas was ready to fight
Whatever we had to do holmes
Niggas was on the real flipout holmes
It was just comin out like a motherfucker
The nigga amped be like come on
COME ON MOTHERFUCKER!

[Sing 1: Come On]
Come on motherfuckers, come on (4x)

[Rap 1: Come On]
Release the brainstorm
To make your motherfuckin' brain warm
A strange form, somethin kind of lyrical
Biggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual
Well "In God We Trust", guns I bust
Got that disgustin, sewer style dumpin
And that uhh (singing) do you knowwwwww
Where you're goin to
Do you like the things that I bring?

[Music 1: Thomas The Tank Engine Theme]

[Rap 2: Come On]
I got seven Mac-11's, about eight, .38's
Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's, the shits never end
You can't touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches
Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks
HAH, that's how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the landspread
Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body
So don't resist, or you might miss Christmas
I tote guns, I make number runs
I give emcees the runs drippin;
When I throw my clip in the A.K., I slay from far away
Everybody hit the D-E-C-K
My slow flows remarkable
Peace to Matteo
Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the llello
That's crazy blunts, mad L's
My voice excels from the avenue to jailcells
Oh my God I'm droppin shit like a pigeon
I hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening
So you better grab your pistol
Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fuckin shit spill
And I'm talkin bout buckets, why did I have to do it?
Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it
Cause I got mo' shots to pop-ya
Big Pop-pa, breakin you off somethin proper

Signin off is the hardcore rap singer
A.k.a. crack slinger, bring it anytime

[Sing 2: Come On]
Come on motherfuckers, come on (4x)

[Music 2: Thomas The Tank Engine Theme]

[Rap 3: Machine Gun Funk]
So you wanna be hardcore
With your hat to the back
Talking about the gats in your raps
But I can't feel that hardcore
Appeal that you're screaming
Maybe I'm dreaming
This ain't Christopher Williams, still some
MC's got to feel one
Caps, I got to peel some

To let niggas know
That if you fuck with big-and-heavy
I get up in that ass like a wedgie
Niggas saying: "Biggie off the street, it's a miracle!"
Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me
Just for niggas acting shifty
Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat'll kill you quicker
Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor
Smoking blunts by the boxes, packing Glocks
It's natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
The funk, baby

[Rap 4: Machine Gun Funk]
All I want is bitches, big-booty bitches
Used to sell crack, so I could stack my riches
Now I pack gats to stop all the snitches
From staying in my business, what is this, relentless
Approach to know if I'm broke or not
Just cause I joke and smoke a lot
Don't mean I don't tote the Glock
16 shots for my niggas in the pen
Until we motherfucking meet again
I'm doing rhymes
Cause I'm knee-deep in the beats
In the Land Cruiser Jeep with the MAC-10 by the seats
For the jackers, the jealous-ass crackers in the *blue suits*
I'll make you prove that it's bulletproof
Hold your head, cause when you hit the bricks
I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches sucking dick
The funk, baby

The funk, baby

[Music 3: Thomas The Tank Engine Theme]

[Talk 2: Come On]
Come on, COME ON MOTHERFUCKER!

[Sing 2: Come On]
Come on motherfuckers, come on (4x)

[Rap 5: Machine Gun Funk]
You know the story, the rap-side, crack-side
How I smoked funk, smacked bitches on the backside
Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests
Fifty shot clip if a nigga wan' test
The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya
High as a motherfuckin helicopter
That's why I pack a nina, fuck a misdeameanor
Beatin motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina

[Rap 6: Sky's The Limit]
A nigga never been as broke as me, I like that
When I was young I had two pair of Lees, besides that
The pin stripes and the gray (uh-huh)
The one I wore on Mondays and Wednesdays
While niggas flirt, I'm sewing tigers on my shirt
And alligators
Ya wanna see the inside, huh, I see ya later

Oh, that's that nigga wit the fake, blaow!
Why you punch me in my face, stay in ya place
Play ya position, here come my intuition
Go in this nigga pocket
Rob him while his friends watchin
That hoes clockin, here comes respect
His crew's your crew, or they might be next
Look at they man eye, big man they never try
So we roll wid em, stole wid em
I mean loyalty, niggas bought me milks at lunch
The milks was chocolate, the cookies, buttercrunch

[Rap 7: Sky's The Limit]
I have enough heart for most of em
Long as I got stuff from most of em
It's on, even when I was wrong I got my point across
They depicted me the boss, of course
My orange box-cutter make the world go round
Plus I'm fuckin, bitches ain't my homegirls now
Start stackin, dabbled in crack, gun packin
Nickname Medina, make the seniors tote my ninas
From gym class, to Englass, pass off a global
The only nigga wit a mobile, Can't You See like Total
Gettin larger in waist and taste
Ain't no tellin where this felon is headin, just in case
Keep a shell at the tip of ya melon, clear da space
Ya brain was a terrible thing ta waste
[Rap 8: Sky's The Limit]
After realizin, to master enterprisin
I ain't have ta be in school by ten, I was in
Began to encounter, wit my counter-parts
I holla burn the block apart, break it down into sections
Drugs by the selection
Some use pipes, others use in-jec-tions
Syringe sold seperately, Frank the deputy
Quick to grab my Smith-n-Wessun, like my dick was missin
To protect my position, my corner, my layer
While we out here, say the hustlas prayer
Take a better stand
Put money in my moms hand
Get my daughter this college plan, so she don't need no man
Stay far from timid
Only make moves when ya heart's in it
And live the phrase Sky's The Limit

...see you chumps on top

[Sing 3: Sky's The Limit]

Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
Just keep on pressin on
Sky is the limit and you know that you can have
What you want, be what you want
(4x)

[Talk 2: Come On]
Motherfucker

[Intro: Lloyd Banks]
I don't know what the FUCK y'all been doin'
But this what they want
I'd like to give a R.I.P. in advance
To all my enemies, die quick nigga!

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Straight outta Southside, crazy motherfucker named Bank-o
Crack rap, million dollar bankroll
Black 'Lac, with my outta state ho
These niggas talk gangsta but really ain't though (no!)
I'm a stormy night, you a rainbow
I'm a G, tight clothes ain't my thing bro
Fuck tha police with a HIV carrier
No Vaseline and an M-16 (yeah)
I'm ridin dirty but the Bent' pimp clean (yeah)
It got a body like I feed it Creatine
My birthstones are diamond, my favorite color's green
I smoke lean and piss Louie the 13 (boy!)

[Interlude: Tony Yayo]
Yeah, y'all motherfuckers shot my momma crib up
My sister, my niece in there
I'm gettin' y'all niggas hit for $500
I'ma be in London motherfucker

[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
My name is Yayo, a crazy nigga don't play though
I hit your Planters peanut with the eight-oh
Al-Qaeda, expert murkin'
When all my niggas die they gon' have 80 virgins
In the 'burbs swervin, 'cause I'm drunk and I'm high
With that Glock, that pump, that MAC and fo'-five (break it down now!)
FUCK the police! They killed Sean Bell (WHAT?)
FUCK the Feds! I'll still deal fishscale (WHAT?)
Mini-Me niggas wanna copy my style
But legal aid lawyers ain't good for trial
Pull up to the projects and throw the kids 100's (I ain't lyin'!)
Drop-top Phantom got him sick in his stomach, brrrrrat!

[Interlude: 50 Cent]
These niggas is weak son
Lookin like cookies 'n cream to me
God damn, a fly man, a heartbeat man
Niggas know any of these niggas can get it

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
Nigga this Boo-Boo, but you could call me 50
Fuck with me the police will have to get me
760-I, I ride, I'm a rider
Molotov, I toss that, you on fire
Beef pop, I stop talkin' and get quiet
And make the muzzle on the TEC look like it's on fire
My shit jam and un-jam like I planned it
Like I was just takin' a breather, I'm back blammin'
I'm Charles Bronson, Dirty Harry, with the cannon
You shootin' back but you ain't hittin' shit I'm still standin'
When shit don't go down smooth I don't panic
Switch pistols, switch hands, switch targets hit your man

[Outro: 50 Cent]
Yeah, nigga I'm straight outta Southside
I'm back on that gorilla shit, that cold-hearted killer shit
Nigga stunt with your mouth wide
We move around militant, we trained for some iller shit
Muh'fucker, Southside!

There there were one two many grammar mistakes for me

[Verse 1: 2pac]
I'm livin rough and raw
Catchin cases at a fast rate, ballin in the fast lane
Hustle till the mornin, never stop until the cash came
Was hyper as a kid
Cold as a teenager
On my mobile callin big shots on the scene major
I bet you got it twisted you don't know who to trust
So many playa-hatin niggas tryin to sound like us
Nigga then we first to bomb, bust on these bitch-made niggas
Hit em up, Westside!
Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga
Finger on the trigger, lord forgive me if I smoke niggas
I love my females strapped, no fuckin from the back
I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at - right?
Passed by while these niggas wonder why I got shot but didn't die Let em see who's next to try
Did I cry?, hell nah, nigga tear I shed
For all my homies in the pen, many peers dead
Niggas still ballin

[Hook 1: 2pac]
Still ballin, till the day I die
You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers
Still ballin, niggas wonder why
You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers
Still ballin, till the day I die
You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers
Still ballin, niggas wonder why
You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers
Still ballin

[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
I'm raw as a dirty needle
Choke an eagle
Just to feed all my people
Lyrically, I'm so lethal
Plant thoughts in they mind just to defeat you
Ice Cube is a saga
Y'all spit saliva, and I spit lava
I got the fearless flow
Don't get near this ho, if you scared to go
I keep it gangsta
And why should I change that?
Fuck you old mothafuckas tryin to change rap
But ain't you the same cat
That sat back when they brought cocaine back?
I'm tryna get me a Maybach
How you mothafuckas gonna tell me "don't say that"?
You the ones that we learned it from
I heard nigga back in 1971

[Hook 2: Ice Cube]
I can say what I wanna say
Ain't nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it
If I call you a nigga
Ain't nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it
I can act like an animal
Ain't nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it
If I eat you like a cannibal
Ain't nothin to it gangsta rap made me do it

[Verse 3: Eminem]
Click, click, boom, just as soon as we hit the room
You can hear em holla "Goon Squad!" in this bitch
Let me hear you holla "Goon Squad!" in this bitch
Let me hear you holla "Runyon Ave!" in this bitch
So who am I gonna call on when I ain't got them boys with me
And the situation gets a little sticky?
Imma dial 911 like a mothafuckin punk
Fuck that, blah blah, Imma call that rude boy from Detroit
Trick, trick, quick come pick me up!
Bring them guns, come to the club, meet me out front
There's some chump up in this bitch
Poppin some junk, cause he's drunk
And we may have to fuck his ass up, cause uh, somethin smells a lil fishy
And I don't like the way his boys keep lookin at me
So homie, come get me
Wonder Boys what up tho, I see you, rock bottom yeah I see you
Detroit motherfuckers till we die

[Hook 3: 2pac]
Still ballin, till the day I die
You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers
Still ballin, niggas wonder why
You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers
Still ballin, till the day I die
You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers
Still ballin, niggas wonder why
You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers
Still ballin

[Verse 4: Eazy-E]
Now everything's good in my hood
And it's on and poppin, Eazy-mothaphukkin-E from east side south Compton
Straight givin up the real
On how a nigga feel
Talk that shit, motherfuckers' caps get peeled
Layin low in the cut
Gettin high than the mothafucka, niggas know what's up
I'm that gangsta-gangsta, is that what they're still yellin?
Nigga G to a T, saggin and bailin
Live by the gun, you know what I'm sayin Ren?
So I guess I'll die by that motherfucker then
So when I die, niggas bury me
Make sure my shit reads "Eazy-mothaphukkin-E"
And it's a fact
To be exact, my tombstone should read "He put Compton on that map"
And that's how a nigga feel
When I'm givin up the motherfuckin real

[Refrain: 2pac and Eazy-E]
(2Pac: Ballin in the fast lane, the fast lane!)
(Eazy-E: The motherfuckin real, real, shots goin out to the hardcore hip hop)
(2pac: Hustle till the mornin)
(Eazy-E: The motherfuckin real, real, real, real... Buckin these niggas till they drop)
(2pac: Bet you got it twisted, you don't know who to trust
So many playa-hatin niggas tryin to sound like us
Ballin in the fast lane
Nigga then we first to bomb, bust on these bitch-made niggas
Hit em up, Westside!)

[Verse 5: MC Ren]
Well it be the real niggas back with that hard street shit
Bitch niggas be pissin a fit, but I say fuck em when I buck em
It's that nigga with the cool and mellow shit for your ass
Takin niggas back through the past
All up on my nuts, shit be swingin like a fist
Can't even take a piss, if I did niggas would cut they wrist
In a motherfuckin candy 4, beat that ass with the switch
Then blast, on the bitch who was all in my shit
It's that nigga Ren back for the '9-5
They say real niggas was dead but this nigga be alive, so I'm, puttin it down with that nigga E
For all of my niggas in the C-P-T
So here we go again with part 3 of the script, makin bitch-made niggas bite they lip when we dip
So tell me how the fuck do it feel
To get hit with the motherfuckin real?

[Hook 4: 2pac]
Still ballin, till the day I die
You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers
Still ballin, niggas wonder why
You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers
Still ballin, till the day I die
You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers
Still ballin, niggas wonder why
You can bring your crew, but we remain true motherfuckers
Still ballin

[Verse 6: Notorious B.I.G.]
Check it, I grew up a fuckin screw up
Got introduced to the game, got an ounce and fuckin blew up
Choppin rocks over night
The nigga Biggie Smalls tryna turn into the black Frank White
We had to grow dreads to change our description
Two cops is on the milk box missin
Show they toes you know they got stepped on
A fist full of bullets, a chest full of Teflon
Run from the police, picture that
Nigga I'm too fat
I fuck around and catch a asthma attack
That's why I bust back, it don't phase me
When he drop, take his Glock, and I'm Swayze
Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight, laid back
I got some money to make motherfucker

[Pre-Hook: 2pac]
Did I cry? hell nah, nigga tear I shed
For all my homies in the pen, many peers dead
Nigga still ballin

[Hook 5: Ice Cube]
I can say what I want to say
Ain't nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it
If I call you a nigga
Ain't nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it
I can act like an animal
Ain't nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it
If I eat you like a cannibal
Ain't nothin to it gangsta rap made me do it

[Verse 7: Snoop Dogg]
High speed chase, 405 is the freeway
Swangin my, bangin my, swangin my Coupe Deville
Scoop! DeVille, like that, right back
Top for the hill
Wheel in my hand with a trunk full of contraband
Swimmin underwater like I'm Aqua Man
I used to drink gin, now it's vodka man
Boss Dawg is the baller, no propagand
Pop yo band, don't try and stop the plan
Rocky land, step back and pop yo man
Spaced out, caked out, no bug a boo
Flipped out, cripped out, nigga what it really do?
Time brings change so I changed my name
Tryna take flight while they clippin my wings
Groupie ass niggas see ya chippin the game
With nothin to gain, plop, plop, pop and I bang

[Hook 6: Ice Cube]
If I sell a little crack
Ain't nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it
If I die in Iraq
Ain't nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it
If I take you for granted
Ain't nothin to it, gangsta rap made me do it
If I fuck up the planet
Ain't nothin to it gangsta rap made me do it

[Intro]
Die nigga! We are born to die nigga
You've been dyin for 400 years
Niggas know how to die
Niggas don't know nothin else, but dying
Niggas dream about dying

[Bridge: MC Ren]
I'm a motherfuckin nigga (with an attitude)
I'm a motherfuckin nigga (with an attitude)
I'm a motherfuckin nigga (with an attitude)
I'm a motherfuckin nigga (with an attitude)

[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
I got a case, of spittin in a motherfucker's face
So me and my ace, we got a taste
Of a motherfucker's billy club, he took his gun and
Put it to my head and said, "Nigga start runnin"
So tell me what's the next episode?
Is he crazy, does he want to chase me or waste me?
I thought, "Run nigga run", but I caught myself
Because my secondary thought was death
I've got head and heart real, but still a motherfucker said
"I want another black motherfucker dead
Niggas ain't good for shit to me"
Cause it's a race for second class, so get your ass
Up against the wall bitch, and then he tried
To jump me but the punk became a victim of a walkby
Fuckin with Dre, you get a foot up in your asshole
It's just another way to let you know
Nigga send them, nigga send them, nigga send them
Punk can't fuck with me - Real motherfucking G
Straight from the streets of the CPT
Telling you why, real niggas don't die

[Hook]
"I-iiiiiii, just want to celebrate!"

[Verse 2: MC Ren]
Real niggas don't die cause they eventually multiply
The niggas I'm with, they take an eye for an eye
Because the times are so wrong, gotta stay so strong
Niggas gotta keep it goin on and on
And don't let no paleface throw your ass in a snail race
Have your residence occupyin a jail space
That's what they want to do cause the system is fucked around
I try to let you know with the records that's underground
They don't give a fuck about a nigga, they would rather pull the trigger
And have you in front of a barrel smilin sayin "Cheese!"
So nigga get smart and rebel back
I'm not with that black shit so I'm not gonna yell that
All I see is niggas getting harassed
And can't do nothin about it but get a foot in they ass, yo
But if every nigga grabbed a nine
And started shootin motherfuckers it would put 'em in line
And that's how it's supposed to be
When a pussy-ass nigga try to fuck with me
Yo, because it's useless to try
To kill a nigga cause nigga a motherfuckin real nigga don't die!

[Hook]
"I-iiiiiii, just want to celebrate!"

[Interlude]
Die nigga, everywhere you go
Niggas dying, niggas been dyin for 400 years

[Bridge: MC Ren]
I'm a motherfuckin nigga (with an attitude)

[Verse 3: Eazy-E]
Only the good die young, so that makes me young and bad
Puttin ass-kickings on the niggas that never had
So I guess that makes me tough shit
Straight up gangsta, wrong nigga to fuck with
So how can a nigga die, when he's causin the bloodshed
By shoot motherfuckers in the head
Tryin to make a nigga extinct because they fear me
But never wanna hear me
So I'mma let 'em know how a nigga's livin
Takin from motherfuckers cause nobody ain't givin
A damn thang! To a nigga, a real nigga
So I'm living by the motherfuckin trigger
Cause a nigga ain't afraid of bein locked up
I'm out of luck, so why should I give a fuck?
But they still want to try
To kill a nigga like me but motherfuckin real niggas don't die!

[Hook]
"I-iiiiiii, just want to celebrate!"

[Outro: MC Ren]
Yeah, a real nigga don't die!
Yeah motherfuckers!
("Die, nigga!")

[Opening dialogue]
Why you brothers insist on usin' the word nigga?
Don't you know that's bringin' down the black race?
Nigga nigga nigga that's all I hear you motherfuckers talk about is nigga
You can do what you want, just keep it out of my neighborhood
Personally I think the lyrics are a bit too harsh
I ain't no nigga, fuck that shit
Does everything come out your mouth got to be a 4-letter word?
All over this bullshit, it's just a bunch of fuckin' noise
The way you talk about women is bullshit, plain bullshit
What you motherfuckers doin' for the black community anyway?
Motherfucker I got kids, I don't want 'em listenin' to that bullshit
{*hospital monitor starts beeping*}
Fuck the niggas!
Motherfuckers need to stop
How can you call yourself a nigga and be proud of it?
{*monitor stops beeping - R.I.P.*}
[Orderly] Flatline
[Dr. Dre] Bullshit!

[Verse 1: MC Ren]
Why do I call myself a nigga you ask me?
Well it's because motherfuckers wanna blast me
And run me outta my neighborhood
And label me as a dope dealer yo, and say that I'm no good
But I gave out jobs so niggas wouldn't have to go out
Gave em some dope and a corner so they could show out
When the cops came, they gave a fake name
Because the life in the streets is just a head game
So therefore, to make more
A 15-year-old black kid'll go and rob a liquor store
And get shot in the process
He ate up a nine bullet and now he's put to rest

[Verse 2: Dr. Dre]
Why do I call myself a nigga you ask me?
I guess it's just the way shit has to be
Back when I was young gettin' a job was murder
Fuck flippin' burgers, cause I deserve a
Nine-to-five I can be proud of, that I can speak loud of
And to help a nigga get out of
Yo! The concrete playground
But most motherfuckers only want you to stay down
But I'm a smart motherfucker you see
One of the best producers in the rap music industry
Gettin' paid like a motherfucker
A young brother, who don't give a fuck about another
Yeah

[Verse 3: MC Ren]
Why do I call myself a nigga you ask me?
Because police always wanna harass me
Every time that I'm rollin
They swear up and down that the car was stolen
Make me get face down in the street
And throw the shit out my car on the concrete
In front of a residence
A million white motherfuckers on my back like I shot the President

[Verse 4: Dr. Dre]
Why do I call myself a nigga you ask me?
Because my mouth is so motherfuckin' nasty
Bitch this, bitch that, nigga this, nigga that
In the mean while my pockets are gettin' fat
Gettin' paid to say this shit here
Makin' more in a week than a doctor makes in a year
So why not call myself a nigga?
It's better than pullin' the trigger and goin' up the river
And then I get called a nigga anyway
Broke as a motherfucker and locked away, so
So cut out all that bullshit
Yo! I guess I'll be a nigga for life

("Niggas, crackers, jews!"
"If there's hell below, we're all gonna go!")

[Verse 5: Eazy-E]
Nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga, please
I'm treated like a fuckin' disease
You say - why do I call myself a nigga so quick?
Cause I can reach in my drawers and pull out a bigger dick, yo
Nigga say nigga we cool but
Cracker say nigga, nigga knocked the fuck up
But I gotta be a fast nigga, to never be the last nigga
Or I'll have to beat yo' ass, nigga
In the city you see action first
Then hear about it later in a verse I curse
Because I'm real with this to keep my shit straight bumpin
Murder, created by the streets of Compton
Now get it from the underground poet
I live it, I see it, and I write it because I know it
And if you think I'm fuckin' your wife
You're motherfuckin' right yo, cause I'm a nigga for life

[Bridge]
I love niggas, I love niggas, I love niggas
Because niggas are me
And I should only love that which is me
I love that you niggas ("niggas for life")

[Verse 6: Dr. Dre]
Nigga this, nigga that
The actual fact is that I'm black and bound to attract
The attention of another, I mean the other
But I'm a motherfucker that'll have 'em runnin' for cover
You see, I don't give a fuck about nothin'
Except gettin' paid, gettin' bitches, and issuin' stitches
Which is, all needed to read it and find a rhyme
And then it's time to say, the nigga's here to stay
But what about the fake niggas, the house niggas
To get paid quick they gotta suck a fat dick
But N.W.A. is outta your motherfuckin' range
We ain't gonna change a motherfuckin' thang!

[Verse 7: MC Ren]
I call myself a nigga cause my skin won't lighten
I call myself a nigga cause the shit that I'm writin
Hypes me, hypes other motherfuckers around me
And that's the reason why they wanna surround me
And ask me - why do I call myself a negro?
Ain't none of their fuckin' business cause I'll let the trigger go
So get out my presence and get out of my sight
Cause MC Ren is a nigga for life

[Final dialogue]
You're a nigga 'til you die
If you're a po' nigga, you're a po' nigga
If you're a rich nigga, you're a rich nigga
But you never stop bein' a nigga
And if you get to be educated you just an educated nigga
("I can dig it!")

[N.W.A.]
It's plain to see, you can't change me
Cause I'mma be a nigga for life

{*static noise*}

[Eazy-E (singing a jingle)]
I'm a nigga, he's a nigga, she's a nigga, we some niggas
Wouldn't you like to be a nigga too?