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h w a - the conflict lyrics

(verse 1)
motherf-ck, coming off soft
cover homes that’s about to go off
like a rocket, like water in a socket
but harder, like your d-ck
digging in them guts, better yet
stuck up the b-tt, ’cause that’s how you like it
rather than mine, eazy or dre’s
yella, you’re a bi, and you go both ways
b-tch, motherf-cker, goddam bi
get out your tissue, ’cause i’m a make your -ss cry
yeah, i called you a b-tch, and you know it, too
pimple faced sucker, f-ck you!
you don’t get no respect from your own d-mn crew
so what the f-ck you want from my hoe troop?
they call you a p-ssy, a punk, and a f-g
so a hoe put a label on your sissy -ss

(chorus)
contagion, confusion and chaos
miss me with that
the conflict, conflict
the conflict, conflict
(2x)

(verse 2)
now let me tell you about a lying mc
he goes by the name of eazy motherf-cking e
he says he’s a woman beater, but he’s not a p-ssy eater
hold on for a second while i sip on my 2 liter
motherf-ck the art of sucking d-ck
that little -ss n-gg- suck a h-ll of a cl-t
my panties h-t the ground, his head went down
stuck his tongue up my p-ssy and he couldn’t hear a sound
but then again, you know i wasn’t bothered
’cause all i said was suck it harder, suck it harder
he was sucking my p-ssy, and licking my pearl
i’m running my fingers through his jerry curl
the goddam sh-t was all in my nails
it was sticky and gummy, with a f-cked up smell
the curl activator made me sick
i’m just wondering if he curled the d-ck?
now ren, you’re a sad -ss case
a black motherf-cker with an ugly face
hard capping around like you’re getting some ends
you can’t pull a b-tch unless you’re driving a benz
in case you didn’t notice, down the way
you’re the unknown member of nwa
they got your -ss there just to fill a sp-ce
because they needed that look of a monster face

(chorus)
(4x)

(verse 3)
hold up, i’ve got something else to say
it’s about this man they call dr. dre
it was something about you i couldn’t pinpoint
but it came to me when i smoked that joint
i know your -ss is strange, it’s not quite right
you proved it to me by fighting a b-tch that night
you picked up a chair, and bashed her head
had it been me, your -ss’d been dead
throwing a nose, called your -ss out
mich-lle a, know what i’m talking about?
no more lies is the name of that hit
you’re talking loud, but you ain’t saying sh-t
try to come back with that old -ss rap
f-ck the police, boy your -ss should be slapped
you need to take lessons from a pimp producer
dre, you ain’t nothing but a motherf-cking loser

(chorus)
(repeat and fade)

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