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eazy-e - ole school shit - og lyrics

[intro: eazy+e]
hey yella
kick that sh+t
19+9+m+th+ph+kkin+e
the m+th+ph+kkin year of the real m+th+ph+ckkin g’s
and we gonna do this sh+t like this:

[verse 1: dresta]
n+gga evidently, ya just don’t know who ya f+cking with
so i suggest get in ya sh+t and keep truckin’, b+tch
before i get my gat ya pressure case
blast, blast, i leave my gang rag layin’ on ya face
i tattoo dre name on my chest
cross it out just another n+gga that i x+ed, huh
and you won’t see r.i.p., you’ll see p.n.d
a punk n+gga deceased, yeah
and the b+tch that was yours will be mine, buddy
all because ya woofed on a n+gga that was nutty
and i had to make an example
n+gga thinks i’m crazy now but that was just a sample
of a n+gga with street wise reality
that don’t give a f+ck type compton mentality
i stare back death right in the face
contemplate my last day on and everyday base
cause a n+gga never know when he go
i hope it only takes one shot
cause i don’t wanna die slow
my funeral will be full of my peers
people that never gave a f+ck about me droppin’ phony tears
i hope i’m in the casket face down
so all you motherf+ckers can kiss my black ass now
and f+ck all that cryin’ all night
just be happy that i’m rid of this f+cked up life, yeah
and now you see you can’t handle me
i give a shout to tonel and the ruthless f+ckin’ family
[interlude: eazy+e]
yeah, out with the old, in with the motherf+ckin’ new
but check this sh+t out
i got somebody for ya, b+tch
motherf+cker
(kick that sh+t!)

[verse 2: b.g. knocc out]
the r+u+t+h+l+e double s, yo, it’s the n+gga knocc out
claim the blocc so n+gga whats next
try to step and flex and get wrecked like a mack truck
i’m kickin’, tah spittin’ this funky sh+t to make a quick fat buck
i’m d+gg+n’ a dog you suckers can’t talk about tip flip i rip sh+t
i’m stressin’—
“d+mn cuz”, “pick it back up”
chillin’ up in the studio
with the ruthless family
f+ck the death row posse
yo, them fools can not handle me
snoop and andre ya come and try to fade the
loc’ed out, compton, original baby gangsta
1+8+7’s how we do it on the west
ya say ya sh+t is chronic, but to me, it’s more like stress
or should i say make my sh+t the stronic
tha dogg pound don’t wanna step to the atomic dog
d+o+t+k+n+o+double+c+o+u+t so motherf+cker come and f+ck with me
[bridge]
(come on, come on)
this is just a little something to keep ya ass in check
ruthless motherf+ckin’ family ya still in effect
this is just a little something to keep ya ass in check
ruthless motherf+ckin’ family ya still in effect
this is just a little something to keep ya ass in check
ruthless motherf+ckin’ family ya still in effect
this is just a little something to keep ya ass in check
ruthless motherf+ckin’ family—
(kick that sh+t!)

[verse 3: eazy+e]
jealousy is a motherf+cker when you’re the man
with the upper hand, i don’t give a sh+t
clock a grip like no other can
wanna be like me, be a g like me
but i’m the n+gga that made a g
outta the b+tch d+r+e, see
i was the captain
dre was my sidekick
everything was cool
til he wanted to get what i get
any other real g, eazy+m+th+ph+kkin+e
now claimin’ you a g
how does it feel to be me

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