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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
N.W.A
N.W.A
Künstler:in
Admiral D
Admiral D
Stimme und Gesang
Colin Wolfe
Colin Wolfe
Bass
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Stimme und Gesang
MC Ren
MC Ren
Stimme und Gesang
Mike Sims
Mike Sims
Bass
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Andre Romell Young
Andre Romell Young
Songwriter:in
Lorenzo Patterson
Lorenzo Patterson
Songwriter:in
Tracy Lynn Curry
Tracy Lynn Curry
Songwriter:in
Burke J. Reeves
Burke J. Reeves
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Produzent:in
Dj Yella
Dj Yella
Produzent:in
Donovan Sound
Donovan Sound
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
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Nineteen ninety-mothafuckin'-one NWA's back in this mothafucker, yo Takin' out all you comercialized-ass niggaz And we on this laid back track And we doin' this one kinda smooth So what you gon' do, Dre? Kick it and so on, let the shit flow on Because I need somethin' to go off on The mothafuckin' D-R-E servin' a death wish So I'mma hit you like this Early in the mornin' hop into the B-N-Z I got 44 wayz o' gettin' paid Sittin' in my lap as I roll off the Compton blocks To scoop up Ren I heard shots One, two, three, then I see the nigga Hop in the Benz and it was Ren on the mothafuckin' trigger He got in the Benz and said "Dre, I was speakin' to your bitch O'Shey" And as we roll on, I seen the patrol on creep So we got ghost before they beat Me and Ren in the black CE, yo Hoppin' 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 throughly I start takin', makin' sure my shit is steady bumpin' A nigga alwayz into somethin' Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck them mothafuckin' police 'Cause they sweat a jellah down and them kick him in his mothafuckin' balls God, some police fuck them Come down and sear 'em I heard a dope beat Somebody told me to buck dead But if Dre didn't do it, I can't fuck with it NWA is like a mix, a fix, a trix, 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 labled as bein' a mothafuckin' villain But you don't know me, a record can't tell ya How so many prayed I'd be a mothafuckin' faliure Real niggaz got a hat-top breakin' I hooked up with three 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 the 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' Bumboclot, look at that bitch walking down the mothafuckin' street Don't you know the Admiral? Wanna hold my dick and then, because that bitches booty is so Na-na-na-na-na-na-nasty Yeah, the world's most dangerous group definitely in this mothafucker 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 realy 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 into nothin' I don't feel right So I grab the nine n' the clip and go to murder mothafuckaz at night Because I start to fiend From sittin' in a cell where the crime was 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' Nineteen ninety-one and NWA get the job done Admiral Dancehall gonna send this to the tailor and the girl fi lick mi dick
Writer(s): Andre Romell Young, Lorenzo Jerald Patterson, Tracy Lynn Curry, Burke Reeves Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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