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There are 11 stations in San Andreas and this guide will showcase all the slammin' music on Radio Los Santos. Here you'll find the playlist, the artist, and which album the songs are all derived from. Lyrics for all tracks will be included here, too. What is RADIO LOS SANTOS? RLS is a hardcore West Coast-style rap radio station. All songs played on this station are uncensored (which is ironic because all rap music played on the radio in the 90's was censored!) and consist mainly of "Gangsta rap" music. The Hispanic Causing Panic Julio G hosts the Radio Los Santos station. He also hosts KDAY 93.5 here in sunny Southern California. Hip Hop today and back in the day! Click on the link if you don't believe me: http://www.935kday.com/ "You're listening to Radio Los Santos, the greatest music station in the world! Act like you know ese's, HOLLA!" --Madd Dogg WARNING: PARENTAL ADVISORY! CONTAINS EXPLICIT LYRICS AND CONTENT! ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ++ RADIO LOS SANTOS PLAYLIST ++ _______ _______ _______ |_ _| | | ___| | | | | ___| |___| |___|___|_______| ______ _____ _______ ___ ___ _____ _______ _______ _______ | __ \ |_| _ | | | |_|_ _| __|_ _| | __/ | |\ /| |_| |_|__ | | | |___| |_______|___|___| |___| |_______|_______|_______| |___| ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ___________________ ________ \__ ___/\_____ \ \_____ \ | | / | \ / | \ | | / | \/ | \ |____| \_______ /\_______ / \/ \/ _________ ___ ___ ________ _____________________ / _____// | \\_____ \\______ \__ ___/ \_____ \/ ~ \/ | \| _/ | | / \ Y / | \ | \ | | - TOO SHORT /_______ /\___|_ /\_______ /____|_ / |____| - The Ghetto \/ \/ \/ __________________ _____ _________ \_____ \______ \/ _ \ \_ ___ \ / ____/| ___/ /_\ \/ \ \/ / \| | / | \ \____ - 2PAC \_______ \____| \____|__ /\______ / - I Don't Give a Fuck \/ \/ \/ _____ ____ __ __ _____ _______ ____ _ _ _____ / ____/ __ \| \/ | __ \__ __/ __ \| \ | |/ ____| | | | | | | \ / | |__) | | | | | | | \| | (___ | | | | | | |\/| | ___/ | | | | | | . ` |\___ \ | |___| |__| | | | | | | | | |__| | |\ |____) | \_____\____/|_| |_|_| |_| \____/|_| \_|_____/ __ __ ____ _____ _______ | \/ |/ __ \ / ____|__ __| | \ / | | | | (___ | | | |\/| | | | |\___ \ | | | | | | |__| |____) | | | |_| |_|\____/|_____/ |_| __ __ _ _ _______ ______ _____ \ \ / /\ | \ | |__ __| ____| __ \ \ \ /\ / / \ | \| | | | | |__ | | | | \ \/ \/ / /\ \ | . ` | | | | __| | | | | \ /\ / ____ \| |\ | | | | |____| |__| | - COMPTON'S MOST WANTED \/ \/_/ \_\_| \_| |_| |______|_____/ - HOOD TOOK ME UNDER ________ __________ ________ _____________________ \______ \\______ \ \______ \\______ \_ _____/ | | \| _/ | | \| _/| __)_ - DR. DRE | ` \ | \ | ` \ | \| \ NUTHIN' /_______ /____|_ / /_______ /____|_ /_______ / - BUT A "G" THANG \/ \/ \/ \/ \/ ________ __________ ________ _____________________ \______ \\______ \ \______ \\______ \_ _____/ | | \| _/ | | \| _/| __)_ | ` \ | \ | ` \ | \| \ - DR. DRE /_______ /____|_ / /_______ /____|_ /_______ / - FUCK WIT' DRE DAY \/ \/ \/ \/ \/ ________ __________ ________ _____________________ \______ \\______ \ \______ \\______ \_ _____/ | | \| _/ | | \| _/| __)_ | ` \ | \ | ` \ | \| \ - DR. DRE /_______ /____|_ / /_______ /____|_ /_______ / - DEEP COVER \/ \/ \/ \/ \/ ____ __.___________ | |/ _| \______ \ | < | || | \ | | \| || ` \ |____|__ \___/_______ / \/ \/ _____________________ ________ ____________________ \_ _____/\______ \\_____ \ / _____/\__ ___/ | __) | _/ / | \ \_____ \ | | | \ | | \/ | \/ \ | | - KID FROST \___ / |____|_ /\_______ /_______ / |____| - LA RAZA \/ \/ \/ \/ ______________.___._______________________________ _________ _________ \_ ___ \__ | |\______ \______ \_ _____// _____// _____/ / \ \// | | | ___/| _/| __)_ \_____ \ \_____ \ \ \___\____ | | | | | \| \/ \/ \ \______ / ______| |____| |____|_ /_______ /_______ /_______ / \/\/ \/ \/ \/ \/ ___ ___ .___.____ .____ / | \| | | | | / ~ \ | | | | \ Y / | |___| |___ - CYPRESS HILL \___|_ /|___|_______ \_______ \ - HOW I COULD JUST KILL A MAN \/ \/ \/ ______________ ______________ ________ ________ _________ \__ ___/ | \_ _____/ \______ \ \_____ \ \_ ___ \ | | / ~ \ __)_ | | \ / | \/ \ \/ | | \ Y / \ | ` \/ | \ \____ |____| \___|_ /_______ / /_______ /\_______ /\______ / \/ \/ \/ \/ \/ THE D.O.C. - IT'S FUNKY ENOUGH _______ __ __ _____ \ \ / \ / \ / _ \ / | \ \ \/\/ / / /_\ \ / | \ \ / / | \ - NWA \____|__ / \__/\ / \____|__ / - ALWAYZ INTO SOMETHIN' \/ \/ \/ _______ __ __ _____ \ \ / \ / \ / _ \ / | \ \ \/\/ / / /_\ \ / | \ \ / / | \ - NWA \____|__ / \__/\ / \____|__ / - EXPRESS YOURSELF \/ \/ \/ .____________ ___________ _________ ____ ________________________ | \_ ___ \\_ _____/ \_ ___ \| | \______ \_ _____/ | / \ \/ | __)_ / \ \/| | /| | _/| __)_ | \ \____| \ \ \___| | / | | \| \ |___|\______ /_______ / \______ /______/ |______ /_______ / \/ \/ \/ \/ \/ - ICE CUBE - TODAY WAS A GOOD DAY .____________ ___________ _________ ____ ________________________ | \_ ___ \\_ _____/ \_ ___ \| | \______ \_ _____/ | / \ \/ | __)_ / \ \/| | /| | _/| __)_ | \ \____| \ \ \___| | / | | \| \ |___|\______ /_______ / \______ /______/ |______ /_______ / \/ \/ \/ \/ \/ - ICE CUBE - CHECK YO' SELF (THE MESSAGE REMIX) ___________ _____ _______________.___. ___________ \_ _____/ / _ \ \____ /\__ | | \_ _____/ | __)_ / /_\ \ / / / | | | __)_ | \/ | \/ /_ \____ | | \ /_______ /\____|__ /_______ \ / ______| /_______ / \/ \/ \/ \/ \/ - EAZY-E - EAZY-ER SAID THAN DUNN _____ __________ ____________ _______________ / _ \\______ \\_____ \ \ / /\_ _____/ / /_\ \| | _/ / | \ Y / | __)_ / | \ | \/ | \ / | \ \____|__ /______ /\_______ /\___/ /_______ / \/ \/ \/ \/ ______________ ______________ .____ _____ __ __ \__ ___/ | \_ _____/ | | / _ \/ \ / \ | | / ~ \ __)_ | | / /_\ \ \/\/ / | | \ Y / \ | |___/ | \ / |____| \___|_ /_______ / |_______ \____|__ /\__/\ / \/ \/ \/ \/ \/ - ABOVE THE LAW - MURDER RAP .____ ___________ _______ _________ ___ ___ | | \_ _____/ \ \ \_ ___ \ / | \ | | | __)_ / | \/ \ \// ~ \ | |___ | \/ | \ \___\ Y / |_______ \/_______ /\____|__ /\______ /\___|_ / \/ \/ \/ \/ \/ _____ ________ __________ / \ \_____ \\______ \ / \ / \ / | \| | _/ / Y \/ | \ | \ \____|__ /\_______ /______ / \/ \/ \/ - DA LENCH MOB - GUERILLAS IN THA MIST ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ++ RADIO LOS SANTOS LYRICS ++ .___________. __ __ _______ | || | | | | ____| `---| |----`| |__| | | |__ | | | __ | | __| | | | | | | | |____ |__| |__| |__| |_______| __ ____ ____ .______ __ ______ _______. | | \ \ / / | _ \ | | / | / | | | \ \/ / | |_) | | | | ,----' | (----` | | \_ _/ | / | | | | \ \ | `----. | | | |\ \----.| | | `----.----) | |_______| |__| | _| `._____||__| \______|_______/ ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- --TOO $HORT - THE GHETTO-- ALBUM: SHORT DOG'S IN THE HOUSE Includes the hits "Pimpology" and "Ain't Nuthin' But A Word To Me" with Ice Cube. **LYRICS: Talking bout the ghetto...funky funky ghetto Trying to survive, trying to stay alive Chorus: The ghetto The ghetto (Talking bout the ghetto) The ghetto The ghetto (Funk funky ghetto) Even though the streets are bumpy, lights burned out Dope fiends die with a pipe in their mouths Old school buddies not doing it right Every day it's the same And it's the same every night I wouldn't shoot you bro but I'd shoot that fool If he played me close and tried to test my cool Every day I wonder just how I'll die Only thing I know is how to survive There's only one rule in the real world And that's to take care of you, only you and yours Keep dealing with the hard times day after day Might deal me some dope but then crime don't pay Black man tried to break into my house again Thought he got off early doing time in the pen Even though my brothers do me just like that I get a lot of love so I'm giving it back to the... Chorus So just peep the game and don't call it crap Cause to me, life is one hard rap Even though my sister smoked crack cocaine She was nine months pregnant, ain't nothing changed 600 million on a football team And her baby dies just like a dope fiend The story I tell is so incomplete Five kids in the house and no food to eat Don't look at me and don't ask me why Mama's next door getting high Even though she's got five mouths to feed She's rather spend her money on a H-I-T I always tell the truth about things like this I wonder if the mayor overlooked that list Instead of adding to the task force send some help Waiting on him I'd better help myself Housing Authority and the O.P.D. All these guns just to handle me in the... Chorus Even though they put us down and call us animals We make real big banks and buy brand new clothes Drive fancy cars make love to stars Never really saying just who we are We use alias names like TOO $HORT Sell you stuff you might kill for Young kids grow up and that's all they know Didn't teach him in school now he's slangin dope Only thing he knows is how to survive But will he kill another brother before he dies? In the ghetto, you keep one eye open All day long, just hoping and hoping You can pay your bills and not drink too much Then the problems of life you'll be throwing up Like me, but you don't see Ten years from now, where will you be? Chorus So much game in a Too $hort rap Blacks can't be white and whites can't be black Why you wanna act like someone else? All you gotta do is just be yourself We're all the same color underneath Short Dog's in the house you'd better listen to me Never be ashamed of what you are Proud to be black stand tall at heart Even though some people give you no respect Be intelligent, when you put em in check Cause when you're ignorant, you get treated that way And when they throw you in jail you got nothing to say So if you don't listen it's not my fault I'll be getting paid while you'll be paying the cost Sitting in the jailhouse running your mouth While me and my peoples try to get out ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- --2PAC - I DON'T GIVE A FUCK-- ALBUM: 2PACALYPSE NOW Other classic tracks include "Crooked Ass N***a" and "Brenda's Got A Baby". But I would've preferred tracks from "Strictly For My N.I.G.G.A.Z." **LYRICS: I don't give a fuck They done push me to the limit the more I live I might blow up any minute, did it again Now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon While this cops bragging about the nigga he's jackin I see no justice All I see is niggas dying fast The sound of a gun blast Then watch the Hearst past Just another day in the life 'G' Gotta step lightly cuz cops tried to snipe me The catch, they don't wanna stop at the brother man But then they'll have an accident and pick up another man I went to the bank to cash my check I get more respect from the muthafuckin' dope man The Grammy's and the American music shows pimp us like hoes They got dough but they hate us though You better keep your mind on the real shit And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocrites They way they see it, we was meant to be keep down Just can't understand why we getting respect now Mama told me they're be days like this But I'm pissed cause it stays like this And now they trying to send me off to Kuwait Gimme a break How much shit can a nigga take I ain't goin' nowhere no how What you wanna throw down Better bring your guns pal Cuz this is the day we make 'em pay Fuck bailin' hate I bail and spray with my A-K And even if they shoot me down There'll be another nigga bigger from the muthafuckin' underground So step but you better step quick Cause the clocks goin' tick and I'm sick of the bullshit You're watching the makings of a psychopath The truth didn't last Before the wrath and aftermath Who's that behind the trigger? Who'd do yah figure!? A muthafuckin night nigga Ready to buck and rip shit up I had enough and I don't give a fuck Niggas isn't just the blacks also a gang of muthafuckas dressed in blue slacks They say niggas hang in packs and their attitude is shitty Tell me, who's the biggest gang of niggas in the city They say niggas like to do niggas, Throw me in the cuffs with just two niggas A street walkin' nigga and a beat walkin' nigga with a badge I had to shoot yah and the pass for the blast take his cash And bash his head in dump him at the dead in And that's just his luck Cause a nigga like me don't really give a fuck Walked in the store what's everybody staring at They act like they never seen a muthafucker wearing black Following a nigga and shit Ain't this a bitch All I wanted was some chips I wanna take my business else where But where? Cause who in the hell cares About a black man with a black need They wanna jack me like some kind of crack fiend I wonder if knows that my income is more than His pension, salary and then some Your daughter is my number one fan And your trife ass wife wants a life with a black man So who's the mac in fact who's the black jack Sit back and get fat off the fat cat while he thinks that he's getting over I bust a move as smooth as Casanova And count another quick meal I'm getting paid for my trade but its still real And if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme AS strong as a fuckin' nine Mail stacked up niggas wanna act up Let's put the gats up and throw your backs up But the cops getting dropped by the gun shot Use ta come but he's done, now we run the block To my brothers stay strong keep yah heads up They know we fed up But we they just don't give a fuck They just don't give a fuck I gotta give my fuck offs Fuck you to the San Francisco police department Fuck you to the Marin County Sheriff department Fuck you to the F.B.I Fuck you to the C.I.A Fuck you to the B-u-s-h Fuck you to the AmeriKKKa Fuck you to all you redneck prejudice muthafuckas And fuck yah Fuck Y'all Punk gay sensitive little dick bastards 2pacalypse muthafuckin' now Y'all can kiss my ass and suck my dick And my uncle Tommy's balls Fuck Y'all, Punks! ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- --COMPTON'S MOST WANTED - HOOD TOOK ME UNDER-- ALBUM: MUSIC TO DRIVEBY Not as good as their album "A Compton Thang" but still recommended. FACT: Group member MC Eiht makes his debut as a voice actor in San Andreas. **LYRICS: I got another gang story to tell Peep about how a black nigga was born in hell And right then and there it's no hope cause a nigga can't escape the gangs and the dope Damn! And when it's black on black that makes it shitty Can't survive in the Compton city And fool that's bet Cause when you grow up in the hood you gots ta claim a set Yeah, Its not that you want to but you have to Don't be a mark, cause niggas might laugh you straight off the muthafuckin block Can't deal with bustas so they asses get clocked Yeah, who gives a fuck about another Only got love for my fuckin gang brothers Yeah, but I'm young so nobody would wonder That the hood would take me under [scratching: always strapped and eager to peel a cap The hood done took me under.] Now I'm a few ages older got hair on my nuts and I'm a little bit bolder And puttin in work, I has to do my fuckin part I'm down for the hood and its planted in the heart, Fool At school slappin on the girls asses Fuck the white education so I skip a lot of classes Cause ain't no teaching a nigga white reality Teach me the muthafuckin gang mentality Pop pop pop, drops the sucker if he's from another hood I gots ta shoot the motherfucker Yeah, I'm in it to win it and can't quit Fool, and ready die for this shit One times can't fade the gang tuff Puttin my foot in your ass to make times rough I'm the neighborhood terror but I never wondered that the hood would take me under Chorus: [police is hot, so I'm watching my back...] I guess I'll watch my back cause niggas jivin' Times heard this brother pulled a 187 Who I thought was my homie dropped the dime So I gotta peel his cap with the nine, Fool So if it's on then it's on, fuck ya G because how the odds are looking, its either him or me So I loads up the strap and I step cause my brain cells are dead and all I think is death Revenge. That's what its all about See the sucker take the motherfucker out Stare the fool down with the eye contact He try to swing so I draw on him with the gat Blast was the sound that one times heard Nigga 25 to live for the murder Was it worth it I've always wondered? Maybe if the hood didn't take me under Yeah, this going out to all the niggas it's going out to my niggas its going out to all the niggas My nigga Mike T ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- --DR DRE - NUTHIN' BUT A "G" THANG-- ALBUM: THE CHRONIC For all you bustas, the album has been remastered and warrants a purchase. Don't start your GTA: San Andreas music collection without buying this album first! **LYRICS: One, two, three and to the fo' Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre are at the do' Ready to make an entrance, so back on up Cause you know we 'bout had to rip shit up Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble Ain't nuthin' but a G thang, baby Two loc'ed niggas so we're crazy Death Row is the label that pays me Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade this (Hell yeah) But back to the lecture at hand Perfection is perfected, so I'm 'a let 'em understand From a young G's perspective And before me dig out a bitch I have ta' find a contraceptive You never know she could be earnin' her man, And learnin' her man, and at the same time burnin' her man Now you know I ain't wit that shit, Lieutenant Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it (yeah) Now that's realer than real - deal Holyfield And now all you hookas and ho's know how I feel Well if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff It's like this and like that and like this and uh It's like that and like this and like that and uh It's like this and like that and like this and uh Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom Well I'm peepin', and I'm creepin', and I'm creepin' But I damn near got caught, 'cause my beeper kept beepin' Now it's time for me to make my impression felt So sit back, relax, and strap on your seatbelt You never been on a ride like this befo' With a producer who can rap and control the maestro At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick You know, and I know, I flow some ol' funky shit To add to my collection, the selection Symbolizes dope, take a toke, but don't choke If ya' do, ya' have no clue Of what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do It's like this and like that and like this and uh It's like that and like this and like that and uh It's like this, and we ain't got no love for those So jus' chill, 'til the next episode Fallin' back on that ass with a hellified gangsta' lean Gettin' funky on the mic like a' old batch a collard greens It's the capital S, oh yes, the fresh N - double O - P D - O - double G - Y D - O - double G ya' see Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic Pimpin' ho's and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolomite Yeah, and it don't quit I think they in a mood for some mothafuckin' G shit So Dre (What up Dogg?) We gotta give 'em what they want (What's that, G?) We gotta break 'em off somethin' (Hell yeah) And it's gotta be bumpin' (City of Compton!) It's where it takes place so I'm a ask your attention Mobbin like a mothafucka but I ain't lynchin Droppin' the funky shit that's makin the sucka niggaz mumble When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, they all crumble Try to get close, and your ass'll get smacked My mothafuckin homie Doggy Dogg has got my back Never let me slip, 'cause if I slip, then I'm slippin' But if I got my Nina, then you know I'm straight trippin' And I'm a continue to put the rap down, put the mack down And if your bitches talk shit, I have ta' put the smack down Yeah, and ya' don't stop I told you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I tock But I'm never off, always on, 'til the break of dawn C - O - M - P - T - O - N and the city they call Long Beach Puttin' the shit together Like my nigga D. O. C. , no one can do it better Like this, that and this and uh It's like that and like this and like that and uh It's like this, and we ain't got no love for those So jus' chill, 'til the next episode ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- --DR DRE - FUCK WIT DRE DAY-- ALBUM: THE CHRONIC Also known as "Dre Day". FACT: The music video and song was a complete diss to former NWA- bandmate Eazy-E, Tim Dog, and 2 Live Crew singer Luke. **LYRICS: Yeah Hell Yeah Yeah Mista Busta, where the fuck you at? Can't scrap a lick so I know ya got your gat Your dick on hard from fuckin your road dogs The hood you threw up with, niggaz you grew up with Don't even respect your ass That's why it's time for the doctor to check your ass, nigga Used to be my homey, used to be my ace Now I wanna slap the taste out yo mouth Nigga bow down to the Row Fuckin me, now I'm fuckin you, little ho Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide Let me ride, just another homicide Yeah it's me so I'm a talk on Stompin on the 'Eazy'est streets that you can walk on So strap on your Compton hat, your locs And watch your back cause you might get smoked, loc And pass the bud, and stay low-key B.G. cause you lost all your homey's love Now call it what you want to You fucked wit me, now it's a must that I fuck wit you Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm talkin about We have your muthafuckin record company surrounded Put down the candy and let the little boy go You know what I'm sayin, punk motherfucker (We want Eazy, we want Eazy) Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay Doggy Dogg's in the muthafuckin house Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay Death Row's in the muthafuckin house Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay The sounds of a dog brings me to another day Play with my bone with ya jimmy It seems like you're good for making jokes about your jimmy But here's a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not like I heard she was the 'Frisco dyke But fuck your mama, I'm talkin about you and me Toe to toe, Tim M-U-T Your bark was loud but your bite wasn't vicious And them rhymes you were kickin were quite bootylicious You get with Doggy Dogg "oh is he crazy?" With ya mama and your daddy hollin' "Bay-Beh!" So won't they let you know That if you fuck with Dre nigga you're fuckin wit Death Row And I ain't even slangin them thangs I'm hollin' one-eight-seven with my dick in yo mouth, beeyatch Yeah nigga, Compton and Long Beach together on this motherfucker So you wanna pop that shit get yo muthafuckin cranium cracked nigga Step on up. Now, we ain't no muthafuckin joke so remember the name Mighty, mighty D-R. Yeah, MUTHAFUCKER! Now understand this my nigga Dre can't be touched Luke's bendin over, so Luke's gettin fucked, busta Musta thought I was sleazy Or though I was a mark cause I used to hang with Eazy Animosity made ya speak but ya spoke Ay yo Dre (What up?) Check this nigga off loc If it ain't another ho that I gots ta fuck with Gap teeth in ya mouth so my dick's gots to fit With my nuts on ya tonsils While ya on stage rappin at your wack-ass concerts And I'm a snatch your ass from the backside To show you how Death Row pull off that hoo-ride Now you might not understand me Cause I'm a rob you in Compton and blast you in Miami Then we gon' creep to South Central On a Street Knowledge mission, as I steps in the temple Spot him, got him, as I pulls out my strap Got my chrome to the side of his White Sox hat You trying to check my homey, you best check ya self Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself, MUTHAFUCKER Yeah nigga... Yeah, nine-deuce Dr. Dre, dropping chronic once again It don't stop Punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like Compton style nigga Doggy Dogg in the muthafuckin house, yeah Long Beach in the muthafuckin house, yeah Yeah, straight up, really doe Breakin all you suckaz off somethin real proper like You know what I'm sayin? All these sucka ass niggaz can eat a fat dick Yeah Eazy-E Eazy-E Eazy-E can eat a big fat dick Tim Dog can eat a big fat dick Luke, can eat a fat dick, yeah... ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- --DR DRE - DEEP COVER-- ALBUM: DEEP COVER ORIGINAL SOUNDTRACK FACT: This was Snoop Dogg's first "single" with Dr Dre. 1-8-7 on an undercover cop! **LYRICS: Tonight's the night I get in some shit (Yeah) Deep cover on the incognito tip Killin' muthafuckers if I have to Peelin' caps too, cause you niggas know I'm comin' at you I guess that's part of the game But I feel for the nigger who think he just gon' come and change things With the swiftness, so get it right, with the quickness And let me handle my business, yo I'm on a mission and my mission won't stop Until I get the nigger maxing at the top I hope you get his ass before he drops Kingpin kicking back while his worker's sling his rocks Coming up like a fat rat Big money, big cars, big body guards on his back So it's difficult to get him But I got the hook up with somebody who knows how to get in contact with him Hit him like this and like that Let 'em know that I'll make it for a big fat dope sack What is this pen? So let's rush it If you want to handle it tonight we'll discuss it On the niggas time, in the niggas place Take a strap just in case one of his boys recognize my face Cause he's a sheisty motherfucker But I gives a fuck, cause I'm going deep cover Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1 - 8 - 7 on an undercover cop) Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1 - 8 - 7 on an undercover cop) Creep with me as I crawl through the hood Maniac, lunatic, call 'em Snoop Eastwood Kickin dust as I bust fuck peace And the muthafucking drug police You already know I gives a fuck about a cop So why in the fuck would you think that it would stop Plot, yeah, that's what we's about to do Take your ass on a mission with the boys in blue Dre, (What up Snoop?) Yo I got the feelin Tonight's the night like Betty Wright, and I'm chillin Killin, feelin no remorse, yeah So lets go straight to the muthafuckin' source And see what we can find Crooked ass cops that be gettin niggaz a gang of time And now they wanna make a deal with me Scoop me up and put me on they team and chill with me And make my pockets bigger They want to meet with me tonight at 7 o'clock, so wassup nigger? What you wanna do? (What you wanna do?) I got the gauge, the Uzi and my muthafucking 22 So if you wanna blast, nigga we can buck 'em If we stick 'em then we stuck 'em so fuck 'em! Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1 - 8 - 7 on an undercover cop) Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1 - 8 - 7 on an undercover cop) Six, fo', five was the time on the clock When me and my homey bailed in the parking lot The scene looked strange and it felt like a set up Better not be, cause if it is, they're getting lit up Oh, here they come from the back and they laxed I'm checkin' for the gats they strap, so what's up black? Chill, lets hit a deal If it ain't up to what you feel then grab your steel Right, so what you motherfuckers gonna come at me with? Hope you ain't wantin' none of my grip 'cause you can save that shit Guess what they told me? We give you 20 G's if you snitch on your homey We'll put you in a home, and make your life plush Oh yeah, but you got to sell dope for us Hmmm, let me think about it Turned my back and grabbed my gat and guess what I told him before I shot it If you don't quit, yeah, If you don't stop, yeah, I'm lettin' my gat pop' Cause it's 1 - 8 - 7 on an undercover cop Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1 - 8 - 7 on an undercover cop) Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1 - 8 - 7 on an undercover cop) ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- --KID FROST - LA RAZA-- ALBUM: HISPANIC CAUSING PANIC A catchy tune that's easily forgettable. I enjoyed Gerardo's "Rico Suave" compared to this. (No disrespect to Frost!) LYRICS: Q-Vo, aqui estoy, MC Kid Frost Yo soy jefe, maton, yes the Big Boss My cuete's loaded, it's full of balas I put it in your face and you won't say nada Vatos, cholos, you call us what you will You say we are assassins an we are sent to kill It's in my blood to be an Aztec Warrior Go to any extreme and hold no barriers Chicano and I'm Brown and I'm proud Guantes, chingazos, simon tu sabes, get down Right now, in the dirt What's the matter? You afraid you're gonna get hurt? I'm with my homeboys, my camaradas Kicking back millaje, y pa mi no vale nada Yo soy chingon ese, like Al Capone ese Controlo a todos solo never try to swept me Some of you don't know what's happening que pasa It's not for you anyway, cuz this is for the Raza [Chorus x2] This for La Raza, Raza This for La Raza, Raza The form I'm speaking is known as Calo Y sabes que loco? Yo soy muy malo Tu no sabes nada y yo vienes halo Been hit in the head too many times with the palos Still you trying to act cool, but you should know You're so cool that I'ma call you a culo You're just a pee wee, you can't get it ever You're a leva Your own barrio doesn't back you up They just look at your ass and call you a poolbutt And so I look and I laugh and say que pasa Yeah, this is for the Raza [Chorus x2] Cruising in the calle, headed for the bolo No want to go with me, so I had to go solo And when I go out alone I'm packed I touch all that chavalas when they know that I'm strapped Everytime that I pack my piece I pull it out quick all the nonsense deceased Just like the song when you're 18 With A Bullet Got my finger on a trigger, I'm not afraid to pull it If it gets out of hand I know some mafiosos Quick to pull out cuetes on some stupid ass baboso Sitting there wondering what's happened, que pasa Yeah, this is for the Raza [Chorus x2] ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- --CYPRESS HILL - HOW I COULD JUST KILL A MAN-- ALBUM: CYPRESS HILL This track is the standout track in the entire album. FACT: Rage Against The Machine later covered the song on live shows with Cypress Hill. **LYRICS: Hey don't miss out on what your passin You're missin the hoota of the funky Buddha Eluder or the fucked up styles to get wicked So come on as cypress starts to kick it Cuz we're like the outlaw stridin Suckers are hidin' Jump behind the bush when they see me drivin' by Hangin' out my window And my magnum takin out some putos Acting kinda loco I'm just another local kid From the street getting paid for my vocals Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man [Chorus 4X] Here is something you can't understand [what does it All mean] How I could just kill a man I been doin' all the dumb shit, Yo, because I bet it's comin' from it I'm not gonna waste no time, Fuckin' around like I got ya hummin Hummin'... comin' at cha... And you know I had to gat ya. Time for some action, just a fraction of friction I got the clearance to run the interference Into your sattelite, shining a battle light, Swing out the gat, and I know that will gat ya right. Here's an example, just a little sample. How I could just kill a man! One-time tried to come in my home, Take my chrome, I said 'Yo, it's on. Take cover son, or get you're ass-out. How you like my chrome then I watched the rookie pass out. Didn't have to blast him, but I did anyway... Hahaha...that young punk had to pay So I just killed a man! Chorus It's gonna be a long time before I finish One of the many missions that I have to establish To light my spliff, ignite ya with these sights and if you ain't down: bullshit! Say some punk try to get you for your auto, Would you call the one-time, play the role model? No, I think you play like a thug Next hear the shot of a magnum slug Hummin', comin' at cha Yeah ya know I'm gonna gat ya How you know where I'm at when you haven't been where I've been, understand where I'm coming from. When you're up on the hill, in your big home I'm out here, risking my dome. Just for a bucket, or a fast ducat Just to stay alive, yo I gotta say 'fuck it'. Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- --THE D.O.C. - IT'S FUNKY ENOUGH-- ALBUM: NO ONE CAN DO IT BETTER A good rapper before he lost his vocal chords to an auto accident. FACT: D.O.C. was an "unofficial" member of NWA. **LYRICS: One and here comes the two to the three and four Then I drop the beat I have in store Lay dynamics on the top like a rug Make it sound smooth and later make a dub An MC ate well, so that you can tell I am not illiterate, no not even a little bit Nothing like an idiot, get it? You want the record, cool I'm with it Let the rhythm take you, shake it cause it makes you As I turn the knob of the door you escape through Go in like a knot, don't be a puff And I let it play cause Dre's getting funky enough [CHORUS] It's getting funky, it's getting funky (Repeat 3x) Watch the smooth lyrics that take place If you want another reason why it must be funky Yo I am not a jackass meaning not a donkey So I will play the game like it should be played Drop the funk into the mix so the place will never fade Ship it the stations in your jurisdiction Others say I'm dope, and the others say I'm bitching No crowd can avoid the D-O to the C When I'm P-E-R-F-O-R-M-I-N-G On the stage, see the simple fact is I engulf And known, I rock a funky beat without a cord so It is my conclusion you will enjoy the fusion And I will ascend with the style I am using Knowing that it's tough and it's not a bluff I think I'll let it play cause Dre's hitting funky enough [CHORUS] Listen to the kick drop in with the click And with no rehearses I'm dropping funky verses Stupid with the bit that you think you are relying on You love it when it rattles is the fact that I'm buying on Suckers never come close cause of knowing There is no stopping the D.O.C. when I'm flowing But in the event that someone will try and juice this Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless I don't give a damn, don't think that I am joking Cause I don't think he is funny when you're messing with my money Yo people tell me this: "Yo Dre you must stop him" But with no frills, so I just drop him Continue with the rhyme and make sure I get mine With no static cause that's all I need to get my nine, but Lessons have been learned now all kidding have been fronting Let it play when the people say "Dre yo you're getting funky enough" [CHORUS} Deal with the D-O to the C I'm your break so I can check around See who the hell who is sitting down I want all chairs off the floor And if he stands to the wall, show him the door And the PK nothing giving you something to rock to To go nonstop to, not have to look at the clock you Perceive, but can't believe you're being taken By a beat so cool you start shaking And shivering, cause I'm delivering the answer Haven't seen you're a hellified dancer You tried sitting but it just won't work Cause the beat is too fresh Don't even tell it won't be funky enough [CHORUS] And with the help of the Dr. Dre, kick it It's getting funky on the mix now, right (Repeat 4x) Put it in the needle, and drop it on the one, boy ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- --NWA - ALWAYZ INTO SOMETHIN'-- ALBUM: EFIL4ZAGGIN Their efforts here are thwarted with the departure of Ice Cube but a good album regardless. **LYRICS: Nineteen ninety mothafuckin' 1 NWA's back in this mothafuckin' yo Takin' out all you commercialized ass niggaz And we're on this lay back track And we're doin' this well kinda smooth So what's you're gonna do Dre? Kick it! It's so on let the shit flow on Because I need somethin' to go off on The muthafuckin' D-R-E servin' a death wish So I'm a hit you like this Early in the morning hop into the Benz I got 44 ways of gettin' paid Sittin' in my lap as I roll off the Compton blocks To skoop up Ren I heard shots 1 2 3, Then I see a nigga Hop in de Benz and it was Ren on the muthafuckin' trigger He got in the Benz and said "Dre I was speakin' to your bitch O'Shea" And as we roll on I seen the patrol on creep So we got ghost before they beat Me and Ren in a black CE, yo, Poppin' 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 fully I start takin', makin' sure that my shit is steady bumpin' A nigga ALWAYZ INTO SOMETHIN' 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 NWA is like a mix a fix a tricks 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 labeled as bein' a mothafuckin' Villain But you don't know me, a record can't tell ya I was so afraid I'd be a muthafuckin' failure Real niggaz gotta have top ranking I hooked up with 3 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 a 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' Yeah, the world's most dangerous group Definitely in this muthafucka 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 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, 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 no nothin' I don't feel right So I grab the 9 And the clip and go and murder muthafuckers at night Because I'm startin' to fade From sittin' in a cell with crimerz 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' ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- --NWA - EXPRESS YOURSELF-- ALBUM: STRAIGHT OUTTA COMPTON Do yourself a favor and buy the Remastered version and start blasting "Fuck Tha Police" real loud from your Lowrider. **LYRICS: Yo man... There's a lot of brothers out there flakin' and perpetratin But scared to kick reality. Man you've been doing all this dope producing. You had a chance to show 'em what time it is... So what you want me to do? Express Yourself... I'm expressin' with my full capabilities And now I'm livin' in correctional facilities Cause some don't agree with how I do this I get straight, meditate like a Buddhist I'm droppin' flava, my behavior is hereditary But my technique is very necessary Blame it on Ice Cube... Because he says it gets funky When you got a subject and a predicate Add it on a dope beat And that'll make you think Some suckaz just tickle me pink to my stomach 'Cause they don't flow like this one You know what? I won't hesitate to dis one or two before I'm through So don't try to sing this! Some drop science While I'm droppin' English Even if Yella makes it acapella I still express, yo, I don't smoke weed or a sess Cause its known to give a brother brain damage And brain damage on the mic don't manage Nuthin' But makin' a sucker and you equal Don't be another sequel Express Yourself... Express Yourself... Come on and do it... Express Yourself... Express Yourself... Come on and do it... Now gettin' back to the PG That's program, and it's easy Dre is back, New jacks, I mean hollow Expressin' ain't their subject Because they like to follow The words, the style, the trend The records I spin Again and again and again Yo, you on the other end Whatch a brother playin' dope rhymes with no help There's no fessin' and guessin' While I'm expressin myself It's crazy to see people be What society wants them to be But not me! Ruthless... Is the way to go they know Others say rhymes that fail to be original Or they kill where the hip hop starts Forget about the ghetto And rap for the pop charts Some musicians curse at home But scared to use profanity when up on the microphone Yeah, they want reality but you won't hear none They rather exaggerate a little fiction Some say no to drugs and take a stand But after the show they go lookin' for the dopeman Or they ban my group from the radio Hear NWA and say "Hell no!" But you know it ain't all about wealth As long as you make a note to... Express Yourself... Express Yourself... Come on and do it... Express Yourself... Express Yourself... Come on and do it... Express Yourself... From the heart Cause if you wanna start to move up the chart Then expression is a big part of it You ain't efficient when you flow You ain't swift, movin' like a tortoise Full of rigor mortis There's a little bit more to show I got rhymes in my mind, and better like an embryo Or a lesson - all of 'em expression And if you start fessin' I got a Smith and Wesson for you I might ignore your record because it has no bottom I get loose in the summer when in spring and autumn It's Dre on the mic, gettin' physical Doin' the job, NWA is the lynch mob! It's a macabre but you know you need this. And the knowledge is growin' just like a fetus Or a tumor but here's the rumor: Dre is in the neighborhood And he's up to no good When I start expressin' myself Yella, slam it! Cause If I stay funky like this I'm doin' damage Or I'm a be too hyped and need a straight jacket I got knowledge and other suckers lack it So, when you see Dre, a DJ on the mic Ask what it's like it's like we gettin' hype tonight Cause if I strike It ain't for your good health But I won't strike if you just... Express Yourself... Express Yourself... Come on and do it... Express Yourself... Express Yourself... Come on and do it... Express Yourself... Come on and do it... Come on and do it... Come on and do it... Come on and do it ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- --ICE CUBE - IT WAS A GOOD DAY-- ALBUM: THE PREDATOR Pick up the newly remastered album. **LYRICS: Just waking up in the morning gotta thank God I don't know but today seems kinda odd No barking from the dog, no smog And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog I got my grub on, but didn't pig out Finally got a call from a girl wanna dig out Hooked it up for later as I hit the door Thinking will I live, another twenty-fo' I gotta go cause I got me a drop top And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop Had to stop at a red light Looking in my mirror, not a jacker in sight And everything is alright I got a beep from Kim and she can fuck all night Called up the homies and I'm askin y'all Which court, are y'all playin basketball? Get me on the court and I'm troubled Last week, fucked around and got a triple-double Freaking niggas every way like M.J. I can't believe, today was a good day Drove to the pad and hit the showers Didn't even get no static from the cowards Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me Saw the police and they rolled right past me No flexin, didn't even look in a niggaz direction as I ran the intersection Went to Short Dog's house, they was watchin YO! MTV Raps What's the haps on the craps Shake em up, shake em up, shake em up, shake em Roll em in a circle of niggaz and watch me break em With the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven Seven even back do' little Joe I picked up the cash flow Then we played bones, and I'm yellin domino Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A. Today was a good day Left my niggaz house paid Picked up a girl been tryin to fuck since the twelve grade It's ironic, I had the brew she had the chronic The Lakers beat the Supersonics I felt on the big fat fanny Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punanny And my dick runs deep, so deep, so deep put her ass to sleep Woke her up around one she didn't hesitate to call Ice Cube the top gun Drove her to the pad and I'm coasting Took another sip of the potion, hit the three-wheel motion I was glad everything had worked out Dropped her ass off, then I chirped out Today was like one of those fly dreams Didn't even see a berry flashing those high beams No helicopter looking for a murder Two in the morning got the Fat Burger Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp And it read Ice Cube's a pimp Drunk as hell but no throwing up Half way home and my pager still blowing up Today I didn't even have to use my A.K. I got to say it was a good day. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- --ICE CUBE - CHECK YO' SELF (The Message Remix)-- ALBUM: THE PREDATOR Why didn't they choose tracks from "Lethal Injection"? A track like "You Know How We Do It" would've been better than this. **LYRICS: So come on and chick-ity-check yo self before you wreck yo self You betta check yo self for you wreck yo self Cause I'm bad for your health I come real stealth Droppin bombs on ya moms, fuck car alarms Do without one mother nigga wit yo Alpine Sold it for six-o, always let tricks know And friends know, we got that indoe Yo I'm not a sucka, sittin in a House of Pain And no I'm not the butler, I'll cut ya Head-butt ya, you say you can't touch this And I wouldn't touch ya, punk motherfucker Here to let you know boy, oh boy I make dough, but don't call me Dough-Boy This ain't no fuckin motion picture A guy or bitch-a, my nigga get wit ya And hit ya, makin they yack to the neck So you better run a check CHORUS Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played Cause they bitch may pullin out a switchblade That's kinda trifle, cause that's a knife-o AK-47, assault rifle Hold the fifty, I'm nifty now, [Watch out now] I hate motherfuckers claimin that they foldin bank But steady talkin shit in the holdin tank First you wanna step to me, now your ass screamin for the deputy They send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver row, now the runnin up in ya slow You're God, used to be the Don Juan, now your name is just Twan Switch it, snap it, rollin your eyes and neck, you better run a check CHORUS Big dicks in ya ass is bad for your health If you're foul you better run a make on that license plate you coulda had a V8 Instead of a trey-eight slug to ya cranium I got six and I'm aimin em Will I bust or keep you guessin Cause fuck you and that shit ya stressin Bitch, get off the wood, you no good There goes the neighborhood hooker Go ahead and keep your drawers givin up the claps and who needs applause at a time like this, pop ya coochie and ya dead Bitch is a Miami Hurricane head Sprung, niggas call her lips and lungs Nappy dugout, get the fuck out Cause women like you gets no respect Bitch, you better run a check CHORUS Cause bitches like you is bad for my health Cause the Lench Mob is bad for ya health ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- --EAZY-E - EAZY-ER SAID THAN DUNN-- ALBUM: EAZY-DUZ-IT A slammin' record! And the reason is because everybody else in NWA wrote Eazy's rhymes! What's up with that?!? **LYRICS: Yo man I don't think they heard you why don't you tell `em what ya name is My name is Eazy, yeah this is true keepin` your attention is what I'm gonna do hardcore yo I could never be soft askin` me my defin` they say the boy goes off fillin` up my memo with the touch of my rhyme suckaz stayin` with me cause Yo, they know the time quiet on the set because I'm about to begin and if you didn't hear me boy I'll tell you again My name is Eazy or just call me E but it doesn't really matter to me cause I'm the same person whether serious or rehearsin` I just gotta keep cursin` This is for the radio so I better chill they won't play it if I go get ill but I'm like that and that's an actually fact because the street is where my heart is at Yo, I don't do dope but I'm dope not a dope but I'm doper than anybody who tries to cope With the rhyme I'm displayin' and the beat that's playin' Yo, you could try all day and you still won't match up with the Ruthless P.O.W. cause Eazy's doin' it Compton style that's the city and you say you could get some Yo, it's Eazy-er Said Than Dunn Wooooooo! Wooooooo! Now it's easy for me to get my point across So listen up close, if ya don't ya might get lost I'm not a role model or a Dr. Seuss Yo, I'm a gangsta and I'm about to get stupid I guess its time for the trauma with the E-A-Z-Y-E comma Now that's drama so pay attention by the way I must mention I'm comin` off hard in the third dimension with the glare but you don't need no glasses to stare It'll probably take you in and it's just like your there with the E on the gangsta tip so if you think I'm a flip or slip don't even trip cause I'm a destroyer My homie Dre is a doctor not a lawyer Dope MC Employer on Ruthless and that's my label to get the money, the women, the cars bust the fat cables, boy Master rhyming's a toy I mean str8 while ya suckin` with the girls enjoy you must be sick or ya lonely how ya gonna diss me if ya don't even know me Yo Ren What sup? get the gat show `em where it's at and that's just the sound and next time I'm peelin ya cap to let ya know where I'm comin' from Eazy said it and it shall Be Dunn Wooooooo! Wooooooo! Radio jams are the part of the cycle Eazy-er Said Than Dunn yeah that's the title rubbin` the lady's only the fly ones ya know But what if she's ugly? Eazy come Eazy go Don't ask to battle me home boy what's that you wanna battle me boy ya better be strapped cause where I'm from it ain't all about that playin Now that's what I'm sayin` Sevy thought that I was born in '73 now everybody wants to know the A-G-E girls on the tip fellaz too it seemed had everybody thinkin` I was only 15 the fellaz would annoy me the ladys would adore me and what was I to do I wish they'd let the ladies through cause the ladyz I luv `em nice and then soft I hate male groupies so just step the hell off I'm the real Eazy Cause others be fakin` tryin` to gain fame off the name I'm makin` Sayin` on your records you could get some Yo, home boy its Eazy-er Said Than Dunn Wooooooo! Wooooooo! ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- --ABOVE THE LAW - MURDER RAP-- ALBUM: LIVIN' LIKE HUSTLERS A great rap group that never got the credit or notoriety they deserved. **LYRICS: When I sit down and write and recite for the mic I hold Make sure my beats are loud, and bold, and Cold 187, that is my name, makin it simple and plain Here to rearrange and change The things that I didn't do in the past Don't be surprised when you got a shotgun up your ass Perpetrators, that one was just for you I'm gonna leave ya in your seat remaining without a clue Glued to my style like a fiend on coke But if you say the wrong thing, I wash your mouth out with soap Dope is not the answer No, I'm not a Cancer No, I'm not a hero or zero But a Leo in stereo And this is not a demo K-oss and Go Mack be cuttin the flex tempo Fast (Now I got a murder rap) (Cause a brother like me said, well...) (4x) Yo, fingerprints ain't nothin without the murder weapon Keep steppin Homicide tried to sweat, but we let em have it You can see they fear through they tears Treat em like Robanes and give em some relief I feel action speaks louder than words and verbs And adjectives, I live the life, the given gift Not who's first, second or third Not he said or she said, or what you heard, nerd Cause when you live like that, your life is mangled In other words your life is all tangled Up, I'm not a sucker, always go for mine Powerlord that's hard from the start, and we will always (climb) To the top as I seek and achieve Sometimes that's even higher than the others believe I'm not a doctor on a board, I don't have a degree Not arrogant, egotistical, I'm the epitome Re-take, recline, keep suckers in line Transform into another world as I recite these rhymes 187, he's as hard as it comes And I don't have to brag about the size of my gun, son (Now I got a murder rap) (Cause a brother like me said, well...) (3x) Criminals don't use lyrics and define themselves as notorious Brothers gotta learn hip-hop anger rages inside themselves Your ??? will never resist to my contact K-oss and the homie G 187 breakin back, backbone of my group Fat kid in my posse, and I'm gettin loose Cause I'm takin out posses, causin bodily harm Makin moves to improve as I begin to brainstorm I'm not inferior, not takin no crap Last sucker tried to dis me, cold got his neck slapped Cause Power's my name, sometimes I'm insane And if I get too mad, I have to rearrange The position as a MC, that's the way it should be The way I get over, I use terminology That's comprehensive, redemptive That's evidently not related to the style that you hear everyday B-boy destroyin a toy, employin While the other suckers are depressed, I'm enjoyin What I'm doin, and ruin any insult of my position Tell em KM.G - they on a mission They on a mission They keep wishin you can't come off 187, you're a menace in your own mind So take heed and proceed with caution When he rhymes (Now I got a murder rap) (Here's a murder rap to keep ya dancin) (Now I got a murder rap) (Cause a brother like me said, well...) (Now I got a murder rap) (Cause a brother like me said, well...) (Now I got a murder rap) (Cause a brother like me said, well...) (Now I got a murder rap) (Here's a murder rap to keep ya dancin) (Now I got a murder rap) (Cause a brother like me said, well...) (Now I got a murder rap) (Cause a brother like me said, well...) (Now I got a murder rap) (Cause a brother like me said, well...) (Now I got a murder rap) (Here's a murder rap to keep ya dancin) (Now I got a murder rap) (Cause a brother like me said, well...) (I got a murder rap) ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- --DA LENCH MOB - GUERILLAS IN THE MIST-- ALBUM: GUERILLAS IN THE MIST Don't be expecting a reunion with this group when the lead rapper is in prison for life. **LYRICS: Come down and beware of the black fist The guerillas straight mutherfucking killers is the mist Take a shot Buck Buck but you can't forge Never thought you'd see South Central niggaz in the forest Don't kick in the chorus just yet Cause we ain't made a mess yet Lench Mob produce the best yet Comin real hard man Bumpin in your car man Finally caught up with a devil named Tarzan Swingin on a vine Suckin on a piece of swine Jiggaboo come up from behind Hit him with a coconut Stab him in the gut Push him out the tree he falls right on his nuts And just like EPMD I don't like a bitch Named J to tha A to tha N-E Can't wait to meet her I'm gonna kill 'er Cause that little mutherfucking cheetah can't hang with a guerilla You try to pay me off with a banana But J-D is blacker than a city called Atlanta Give me some elbow room, I need some elbow room So I can boom shak-a-lak boom That's the sound of the twenty gauge Lock us up and the Lench Mob can break out of any cage You never even hear of this I'm taking care of this Lench Mob environmental terrorists Fuck great ape and Magilla I'm a killa Magilla gorilla ain't a killa White boys like Godzilla But my super nigga named King Kong Played his ass like Ping-Pong So motherfuckers get your ding-dong Or the bozack what's that dick and nut sack So get your butts back from the black fist Cap peelers the guerillas in the mist Va-voom here comes a nigga from the dark side Talking bout a brand new apartheid South Central straight ghetto native Gotta show these devil muthafuckers what I'm made of Yes, never smoke the sess Only hit the buddha when I'm laying on my chest I'm laying in a cut I'm laying in a cut I'm laying in a cut bout to shoot me a mutt (with what?) With the boom ping ping Listen to the ill shit that I bring bring Nappy headed nigga, coming out the mist Ice Cube is my mutherfucking dog, yes Kicking pumps, Smoking humps The guerillas, rollin from deep in the bumps Short Dog got the muthafucking pump And it's true T-Bone got the twenty-two That's how it's done So you better run yo Run your ass out the jungle Cause hear the guns go and we don't miss The Lench Mob, the guerillas in the mist! ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------ MY KINDA MUSIC: WEST COAST FLAVORED ------------------------ I'm quite pleased with the selection of essential early 90's rap used in the game. All the artists chosen are unique in their own way. Since were on the subject of rap, I'd like to mention a few rap album essentials that I think are worth a listen. If you love the music in this station, you should begin your collection with these: ==ICE CUBE - LETHAL INJECTION== A lot of Cube's early work is showcased in the game from his album "The Predator". It's a slammin' record but IMO, his "Lethal Injection" album was the better choice for tracks. It felt like a step up for Cube and I'm quite disappointed that Rockstar Games didn't choose any tracks from here. Listen to his jam "You Know How We Do It". This is a great jam that takes anyone back in the day. Old school, baby! Other great tracks include "Ghetto Bird", and "What Can I Do? (Ta-Dow!)". ==2PAC- STRICTLY FOR MY N.I.G.G.A.Z./ME AGAINST THE WORLD== Before 2PAC was Death Row, he was underground. You can argue with me on this but I'll say it: 2PAC is at an artistic low when he does songs about politics or other artists. But when he jams out, he gets the whole vibe going. No one can do great rap jams like 2PAC and I mean NO ONE! Super cool jams like "I Get Around", "Keep Ya Head Up" and "Me Against The World" are just essentials and are the songs that keep 2PAC ahead of any rapper in the music business (posthumously, of course). Give these two albums a listen and see why 2PAC is one of the best rappers to have ever graced rap. ==ABOVE THE RIM SOUNDTRACK== First of all, this soundtrack is pretty thin on good material. So why did I choose it? Back in 1994, I purchased this album for two reasons: 2PAC and the most popular song on the album, "Regulate" by Warren G and Nate Dogg. In 1994, you couldn't get away from this soundtrack. Everyone had this album just for the Warren G track. God knows what half a waste the rest of the album went. There was a MAXI-single for the Warren G track that also contained two super-rare 2PAC tracks "Pain" and "Loyal To The Game" that was featured in the movie but not the soundtrack. ==FRIDAY SOUNDTRACK== Finally, an album where former members of NWA aren't busy dissing each other! A couple of great tracks are included here from Cube, Dre, and Rick James. (Rick James?!?) Listen to tracks "Keep Their Heads Ringing", "Friday", "Hoochie Mama" and "Mary Jane". ==SNOOP DOGG - DOGGYSTYLE== I couldn't talk about Dr Dre without mentioning Snoop, right? Before Snoop became the "hip hop thugsta" we know he was pure gangsta. His first album with Death Row shows his vocals outside of Dr Dre material from "The Chronic". Listen to "What's My Name", "Gin And Juice", "Lodi Dodi" and "It Ain't No Fun (If the Homies Can't Have None)". Great jams that you can't have missed back in 1993. ==WESTSIDE CONNECTION - BOW DOWN== In late 1996 (after 2PAC's death), Westside Connection came out with a vengeance and further fueled the hatred for the East Coast with West Coast flavored gangsta-style raps in the album "Bow Down". Consisting of Ice Cube, Mack 10, and WC, Westside Connection was the last breed of Hardcore Rap before it went mainstream (50 Cent, anyone?). Listen the title track "Bow Down" and "Gangstas Make the World Go Round". This is Hardcore West Coast 4 Life music, punk! OTHER NOTEWORTHY WESTCOAST ALBUMS TO LISTEN TO: ==NWA - 100 MILES AND RUNNIN' ==EAZY E - IT'S ON (DR DRE) 187'UM KILLA ==WARREN G - REGULATE...G-FUNK ERA ==2PAC - ALL EYEZ ON ME ==MAKAVELI - DON KILLUMINATI - THE 7 DAY THEORY ==DR DRE - CHRONIC 2001 ==THE GAME - THE DOCUMENTARY ==SNOOP DOGG - MURDER WAS THE CASE ==THA DOGG POUND - DOGG FOOD ==XZIBIT - RESTLESS ==THE DOVE SHACK - THIS IS THE SHACK ==DJ QUIK - QUIK IS THE NAME ==E-40 - IN A MAJOR WAY ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- I just recently got my hands on the 8-CD official full soundtrack for San Andreas and I am VERY sorely disappointed at this selection. RLS has been mashed with the PLAYBACK FM station and only few songs made the cut for RLS. All songs from Dr Dre (Nuthin' But A G Thang, Fuck Wit Dre Day, Deep Cover), NWA (Express Yourself, Alwayz Into Somethin'), Ice Cube (Check Yo Self, Today Was A Good Day), and Eazy E (Eazy-er Said Than Dunn) have all been omitted for some BULLSHIT reason! I want to hear a REALLY good explanation for this! Actually, I don't give a fuck what the reason is. Rockstar Games should have shelled more money for a separate 9TH RLS CD and included ALL the RLS songs. I don't get how you omit all the Ruthless and Death Row stuff when it is so obvious that it is those tracks that helped mold the game into what it is. FUCK THIS CD! SAVE YOUR MONEY AND JUST PURCHASE THE FULL ALBUMS INSTEAD! ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------- I also wanted to add the RLS script of Julio G but in case you didn't notice, there are two different scripts that he reads. There's the "morning" Julio G and the "evening" Julio G. What does that mean? As the time cycle in the game enters from night to day and day to night, Julio's script changes to accompany the time. You'll hear him say, "Good morning everybody, you're listening to RLS!" and then play a Dr Dre song during the day, while in the evening he'll play the same song but he'll say something different like "I love Dr Dre". I know it's hard to understand but I'll just say this, obtaining the script for this station isn't easy! 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You may not copy, link, or reproduce this FAQ to your website or publication without permission. If you want to use this FAQ, please e-mail me at kroqjock@charter.net. I have no problems with anyone who asks. October 2004.