Alwayz Into Somethin'
Nineteen-ninety mothafuckin'-one
N.W.A. back in this mothafucker, yo
Takin' out all you commercialized-ass niggas
And we're on this laid back track
And we're doin' this one kinda smooth
So whatcha gonna 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'ma hit you like this
Early in the morning
Hop into the B-en-Z
I got 44 ways of 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 seen a nigga
Hoppin' the fence, and it was Ren on the mothafuckin' trigger
He got in the Benz and said
"Dre, I was speakin' to yo' bitch O'Shea"
And as we roll on, I seen the patroller creep
So we got ghost before they peeped
Me and Ren in a black CE, yo
Bumpin' some funky shit by the D.O.C.
I gotta get paid
Paid in a hurry, see
I got a habit if I'm not paid thoroughly
I start takin'
Makin' sure my shit is steady bumpin'
A nigga always into somethin'
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba!
Fuck the mothafuckin' police 'cause they see a dreadlocks down
And they kick him in his mothafuckin' balls
Goddamn police, fuck them!
Come down, MC Ren
I heard a dope beat, somebody told me that Buck did it
But if Dre didn't do it I can't fuck with it
N.W.A. is like a mix a fix a trix
Real niggas 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's but a killin'
For a nigga labeled 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' failure
Real niggas gotta have top rankin'
I hooked up with three more niggas 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 a confrontation
Real niggas don't play
Yella, Eazy, me, and the nigga, nigga Dre, yo
Always makin' sure that my shit is steady bumpin'
A nigga always into somethin'
Boom-boom clat!
Look at that bitch walking down the mothafuckin' street
Don't she know the Admiral wanna hold my dick in
Because that bitch's booty is so na-na-na-na-na-na-nasty
Yeah, the world's most dangerous group
Definitely in this motherfucker
Sendin' a shout-out to all the bitches out there
Yo, you can get the pickup to suck a dick up 'til you hiccup
You know what I'm sayin'
Yo, 'cause I'm a nigga for life
And I really 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, 'cause these are the days and the times of the real niggas
False niggas, N.W.A.'ll toss niggas
And that's on the real, 'cause I'm a nigga that kills
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 and the clip and go and murder motherfuckers at night
Because I'm startin' to fiend
From sittin' in a cell where the crime was too tragic I 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 'cause I know my shit is pumpin'
A nigga always into somethin'
1991
And N.W.A get the job done
Admiral Dancehall gonna sing dis little tale
'Bout a gal that's quick fi lick dick
It goes something like this
Da gal quick fi lickin' the dick
Da gal quick fi lickin' the dick
Da gal quick fi lickin' the dick
She got a dirty habit
Da gal be wicked and wildly
Gal be wicked and wildly
Wicked and wicked and wicked
Gal be wicked and wicked
Because da Admiral Dance mi come inna dance
Mi name is Admiral D Jah
Rastafari with the beautiful sound Jah
Dr. Dre a him a de masta
MC Ren him come kinda fasta
Here comes Yella with the wicked and wicked wax
Wicked and wicked wax
Wicked and wicked scratch
That's why de Admiral lyrics him a chat
Everyone ah N.W.A. is in the house
Is in the house, is in the house
Ah, listen up 'cause we in the house
'Cause ah up, up
Listen up, up, up
Up, up, listen up, up
Because ram dance every lady love me
'Cause ah every lady come around is me
Because me singing on this N.W.A. album
That's why me singing on this N.W.A. album gal
N.W.A. back in this mothafucker, yo
Takin' out all you commercialized-ass niggas
And we're on this laid back track
And we're doin' this one kinda smooth
So whatcha gonna 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'ma hit you like this
Early in the morning
Hop into the B-en-Z
I got 44 ways of 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 seen a nigga
Hoppin' the fence, and it was Ren on the mothafuckin' trigger
He got in the Benz and said
"Dre, I was speakin' to yo' bitch O'Shea"
And as we roll on, I seen the patroller creep
So we got ghost before they peeped
Me and Ren in a black CE, yo
Bumpin' some funky shit by the D.O.C.
I gotta get paid
Paid in a hurry, see
I got a habit if I'm not paid thoroughly
I start takin'
Makin' sure my shit is steady bumpin'
A nigga always into somethin'
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba!
Fuck the mothafuckin' police 'cause they see a dreadlocks down
And they kick him in his mothafuckin' balls
Goddamn police, fuck them!
Come down, MC Ren
I heard a dope beat, somebody told me that Buck did it
But if Dre didn't do it I can't fuck with it
N.W.A. is like a mix a fix a trix
Real niggas 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's but a killin'
For a nigga labeled 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' failure
Real niggas gotta have top rankin'
I hooked up with three more niggas 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 a confrontation
Real niggas don't play
Yella, Eazy, me, and the nigga, nigga Dre, yo
Always makin' sure that my shit is steady bumpin'
A nigga always into somethin'
Boom-boom clat!
Look at that bitch walking down the mothafuckin' street
Don't she know the Admiral wanna hold my dick in
Because that bitch's booty is so na-na-na-na-na-na-nasty
Yeah, the world's most dangerous group
Definitely in this motherfucker
Sendin' a shout-out to all the bitches out there
Yo, you can get the pickup to suck a dick up 'til you hiccup
You know what I'm sayin'
Yo, 'cause I'm a nigga for life
And I really 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, 'cause these are the days and the times of the real niggas
False niggas, N.W.A.'ll toss niggas
And that's on the real, 'cause I'm a nigga that kills
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 and the clip and go and murder motherfuckers at night
Because I'm startin' to fiend
From sittin' in a cell where the crime was too tragic I 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 'cause I know my shit is pumpin'
A nigga always into somethin'
1991
And N.W.A get the job done
Admiral Dancehall gonna sing dis little tale
'Bout a gal that's quick fi lick dick
It goes something like this
Da gal quick fi lickin' the dick
Da gal quick fi lickin' the dick
Da gal quick fi lickin' the dick
She got a dirty habit
Da gal be wicked and wildly
Gal be wicked and wildly
Wicked and wicked and wicked
Gal be wicked and wicked
Because da Admiral Dance mi come inna dance
Mi name is Admiral D Jah
Rastafari with the beautiful sound Jah
Dr. Dre a him a de masta
MC Ren him come kinda fasta
Here comes Yella with the wicked and wicked wax
Wicked and wicked wax
Wicked and wicked scratch
That's why de Admiral lyrics him a chat
Everyone ah N.W.A. is in the house
Is in the house, is in the house
Ah, listen up 'cause we in the house
'Cause ah up, up
Listen up, up, up
Up, up, listen up, up
Because ram dance every lady love me
'Cause ah every lady come around is me
Because me singing on this N.W.A. album
That's why me singing on this N.W.A. album gal
Credits
Writer(s): Andre Romell Young, Lorenzo Jerald Patterson, Tracy Lynn Curry, Burke Reeves
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