Straight Outta Compton Ringtones

You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge Straight outta Compton, it's a crazy brother named Ice Cube From the stupid-dope gang wit' a attitude When I'm called off, I got a sawed-off Kick knowledge and bodies are hauled off You too, boy, if you get with me The police are gonna have to come and get me Off yo' back, that's how I'm going out For the sucka dumb brothers that's showing out Some start to mumble, they wanna rumble Mix 'em and cook 'em in a pot like gumbo Going off on everybody like that With bass that's droppin' in your face So give it up smooth Ain't no telling when I'm down for a jack move Here's a murder rap to keep you dancing With a crime record like Charles Manson Yo Dre, what's the sound of my tool? Now you know that I'm about to act a fool Me you can go toe to toe, no maybe I'm knocking suckas out the box, daily Yo, weekly, monthly and yearly Until the whole damn world see clearly That I'm down with the capital C-P-T Boy, you can't step to me So when I'm in your neighborhood, you better duck down 'Cause Ice Cube will damn sure buck 'em down As I leave, believe I'm stomping But when I come back boy I'm coming straight outta Compton (Compton-Compton-Compton) (City of Compton, city of Compton) Yo, Ren What's up? Tell 'em where you from Straight outta Compton, a brother with his finger on the trigger More punks I take out, my rep' gets bigger I'm a ruthless villain and you know this But the suckers in the public won't show this But I don't really care, I'ma make my snaps If not from the records, from jacking the craps It's like burglary, the definition is jacking And when illegally armed it's called packing Knock a fool out in a sec I find somebody talkin' trash and put 'em in check So if you're at a show in the front row I'ma call you a sucker if you don't go with the flow You'll probably get mad like a punk is supposed to But that shows me, yo, you're composed to A crazy young brother from the street Attitude legit 'cause I'm ready to hit MC Ren controls the automatic For any fool in my way, that starts static Not the right hand 'cause I'm the hand itself Every time I pull a AK off the shelf The security is maximum and that's a law R-E-N spells Ren but I'm raw See, 'cause people know me as a villain The definition is clear, you're the witness of a killing That's taking place without a clue And once you're on the scope, you know you's through Look, you might take it as a trip But a brother like Ren is on a gangsta tip Straight outta Compton (Compton-Compton-Compton) (City of Compton, city of Compton) Eazy is his name and the boy is coming Straight outta Compton Is a brother that'll smother your mother And make your sister think I love her Dangerous young brother raising hell And if I ever get caught, I make bail See, I don't really care, that's the problem When I see a police, I don't dodge him But I'm smart, lay low, creep a while And when I see the punk pass, I smile To me it's kinda funny, the attitude showing suckers driving But don't know where the hell they going, just rolling Looking for the one they call Eazy But here's a flash, they never seize me Ruthless Never seen like a shadow in the dark Except when I unload You see I'll get over the hesitation And hear the scream of the one who got the lead penetration Feel a little gust of wind and now I'm jetting And leave a memory no one'll be forgetting So what about the girl who got shot? You think I give a damn about a girl, I ain't a sucker This is the autobiography of the E And if you ever mess with me You'll get taken by a stupid dope brother who will smother Word to the mother, yeah Straight outta Compton (Compton-Compton-Compton) (City of Compton, city of Compton) That's the way it goes in the city of Compton, boy (boy-boy-boy)

(What's happenin', Chi Chi?) Yeah Straight out of motherfucking Michigan, ya heard? (Forever rollin') Yeah, oh-oh-oh, yeah, oh-oh-oh, yeah, ayy Okay, ayy, yeah, huh Straight outta Pontiac But I'm in the Calabasas with the shit Niggas know where to find me at I just put another quarter milli' on the wrist Bitch, and on the Cartier I don't wanna get turnt with none of y'all niggas Don't ask where the party at I be gettin' to the money, all through the night, nigga Straight outta Pontiac But I'm in the Calabasas with the shit Niggas know where to find me at I just put another quarter milli' on the wrist Bitch, and on the Cartier I don't wanna get turnt with none of y'all niggas Don't ask whеre the party at I be gеttin' to the money, all through the night, nigga Straight outta Pontiac I done flew across the country Gettin' to the money, geekin' on a bitch Forty-one millimeter, AP Skelly rose-gold shit When it comes to the deals, gotta count my hunndreds I don't like splits When it comes to the deals, gotta count my hunndreds I don't like-, uh Niggas that don't wanna diss, never got a hit, I don't like-, uh Bitches that don't wanna kiss, I just wanna hit, I don't like-, uh I just bought me a Glock, with a red dot, I don't fight, uh Freestyle off the top, I can do a lot, I don't write I can change her whole life, put a bag on her, make a bitch a ten If I hit her once, then I can hit again And after I fuck, I pass her to my twin It's only my brothers, I don't fuck with friends You know how we comin', I don't follow trends I bought a glocky and a clip extend This bitch hold a thirty 'case a nigga spin Niggas be hating, they don't even know me I'm ballin' like Kobe, yeah, shoutout to Sony I own my masters, I hit and they owe me I already showed 'em, they send it to Tony I had to deposit the money, I stop and I take care of bitches You know how we rockin' These niggas robbin', they got this G locked, yeah These bitches nineteen and they fit in my pocket, uh DDG poppin', I put on the crew Rockin' these sneakers, these bitches is new VVS diamonds, they lit up the roof GLE, Tesla, they came with the proof Light me a blunt, and I lock in the booth I make a hunndred and double it, ooh (Flip, flip, flip) Straight outta Pontiac But I'm in the Calabasas with the shit Niggas know where to find me at I just put another quarter milli' on the wrist Bitch, and on the Cartier I don't wanna get turnt with none of y'all niggas Don't ask where the party at I be gettin' to the money, all through the night, nigga Straight outta Pontiac But I'm in the Calabasas with the shit Niggas know where to find me at I just put another quarter milli' on the wrist Bitch, and on the Cartier I don't wanna get turnt with none of y'all niggas Don't ask where the party at I be gettin' to the money, all through the night, nigga Straight outta Pontiac

Its on Motherfuckers Its on Motherfuckers Its on Motherfuckers Its on Motherfuckers Its on Motherfuckers Its on, Its on Its on Motherfuckers Its on Y'all motherfuckers know what y'all did Y'all should've never fucked with the kid Now y'all motherfuckers all got problems Blinky blink and I'm coming straight out of Harlem Why I gotta be the one who Niggas get on And shit on Cause I did a kid song You act like I did wrong Now I gotta be the center of ridicule But I'll be dead wrong If I fucking spit at you Even though I feel it's justified If you're man testified He'd be the next to die Make this clear Next nigga talk about Take me there Gonna be found Floating in a lake or pier Cause I face my fears So I'm nothing like Talk about me You get punched in your face Let me get this correct I gotta spit the Tec To get respect I'm on 26 in Lex With Bolo, Cuzzo Vedo, Vinny Reese, Nore Whitey, Hitty Gangster, Domo Dee One, Rider We all East siders RFA Holla Y'all motherfuckers know what Y'all did Y'all should've never fucked with the kid Now y'all motherfuckers all got problems Blinky blink and I'm coming straight out of Harlem Y'all motherfuckers know what Y'all did Y'all should've never fuck with the kid Now y'all motherfuckers all got problems Blinky blink and I'm coming straight out of Harlem Am in your album release With no peace I want war Three to your jaw Watch your ass hit the floor You ain't the first nigga I knocked out before For you can ask Poodah I hit like Zab Judah Rug rat shit sold 3 million plus On tour for three years nigga living on a bus Mase and I, LOX illing out with Puff And when I came home I was chilling in a cut At the baseball game nigga Screaming go Mets Football season and I'm saying go Jets Basketball season and I'm saying go nets Flown around the world in a G4 jet But let me guess You mad so you want to name me Cannabis you're wack How could you blame me Blame who you sign to And who you rhyme too And let them all know their phonies You fucking Jabroni Y'all motherfuckers know what y'all did Y'all should've never fucked with the kid Now y'all motherfuckers all got problems Blinky blink and I'm coming straight out of Harlem Y'all motherfuckers know what y'all did Y'all should've never fucked with the kid Now y'all motherfuckers all got problems Blinky blink and I'm coming straight out of Harlem Y'all motherfuckers know what y'all did Y'all should've never fucked with the kid

Just a bunch of poor boys, daddy's girls Children of the corn field Tryna turn a shift job into a dollar bill We wear them muddy boots Stay true to how we're raised Ain't nothin' bout us fake You know we're straight out of that dirty south Dirty roads, nobody got no money Got them shined up pickup trucks Whistlin' at them honies From the country, yes sir You know we're straight out of that long week work At night, everybody wanna party All night long, bonfire on the back 40 In the middle of nowhere, ain't nobody leavin' here Til we're straight out of cold beer, straight out of cold beer Just a bunch of John Deere junkies Gettin' funky to some old Hank Nothin' been stuck in the mud that we can't Hook up to a rusty chain in the summer or in the rain Yeah, it's a kind of thing You know we're straight out of that dirty south Dirty roads, nobody got no money Got them shined up pickup trucks Whistlin' at them honies From the country, yes sir You know we're straight out of that long week work At night, everybody wanna party All night long, bonfire on the back 40 In the middle of nowhere, ain't nobody leavin' here Til we're straight out of cold beer, straight out of cold beer You know we're straight out of that dirty south Dirty roads, nobody got no money Got them shined up pickup trucks Whistlin' at them honies From the country, yes sir You know we're straight out of that long week work At night, everybody wanna party All night long, bonfire on the back 40 In the middle of nowhere, ain't nobody leavin' here Til we're straight out of cold beer, straight out of cold beer