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21.05.1996 |
1. | First Round Knockout (Intro) |
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4. | Nickel Slick Nigga (performed by Kokane) |
5. | Requests (Interlude) |
6. | He's Bionic (performed by World Class Wreckin' Cru) |
7. | Cru Juice (performed by World Class Wreckin' Cru) |
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9. | Nicety (performed by Michel'le) |
10. | Indo Freak (Interlude) |
11. | Turn Off The Lights (performed by World Class Wreckin' Cru & Michel'le) |
12. | Who's Phuckin' Who? (Interlude) |
13. | The Sex Is On (performed by Po' Broke & Lonely) |
14. | It's Not Over (performed by Rose Royce) |
15. | The Fly (performed by World Class Wreckin' Cru) |
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(feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg)
From Deep Cover soundtrack
Tonight's the night I get in some shit, [Yeah]
Deep cover on the incognito tip.
Killin' motherfuckers if I have to,
Peelin' caps too, cause you niggas know I'm comin' at you.
I guess thats part of the game,
But I feel for the nigger who thinks he just gonna come and chance 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 maxin at the top.
I hope you get his ass before he drops.
Kingpin kickin back while his workers 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 nigga's time, in the nigga's place,
Take a strap just in case one of his boys recognise 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 mothafuckin 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, (whatup, 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 motherfuckin' source
And see what we can find
Crooked ass cops that be gettin niggaz a gang of times
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 7:00, so whassup nigger?
What you wanna do? (What you wanna do?)
I got the gauge, a uzi and the mothafuckin 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 whats up black?
Chill, lets hit a deal, if it aint 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...
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(feat. D.O.C.)
[N.W.A. talking about Brigette]
There once was a girl I knew named Bridgette
She asked me was my dick a grown man or a midgette
Of course I had to show her all my balls, ring ding-aling
I whipped out my whopper but we wasn't at Burger King
Nuthin' more said, she grabbed it like a vice grip
And as the D.O.C. do you mind if I nibble this? No.
I took her to the back of the studio
And, she ate up on the doc like a Cheerio
I told the bitch yo please don't bite me
Then she made me scream when she grabbed the balls tightly
So I slapped the bitch for goin' out like a sucka
My dick was in her mouth so she bit the motherfucka
To make her stop I pulled up on her extensions
And left jimmy standin' at attention
The look in my eyes said "Bitch you are gonner"
Now I think back to the day I should a peed on her
Bridgette, Bridgette, was a girl that I knew, but,
Bridgette was a dumb ho, Bridgette was a dumb ho
Bridgette, Bridgette, was a girl that I screwed, but,
Bridgette was a dumb ho, Bridgette was a dumb ho
So ya know Bridgette called me the next day
Just to apologize so I said OK
She claims she wants to make it up to the D.O.C.
And ya know I'm still out to get the pussy
Tried to be nice cause I didn't want to dis her
Passed Mickey D's and went to the Sizzler
Ordered the food she started rubbin' on my knees
Then I could tell that she wanted to fuck me
She said lets get dinner and I had a fit
At ten dollars a plate I said fuck that shit
Yo, that's the main reason our relationship was for me
Why, cause Bridgette was too fuckin' horny
She said please excuse me for a minute
To powder my nose I said yeah I'm with it
She took a long time the food came and I'm chewin'
Thinkin' to my self what the fuck is she doin'
Went to look for her and I heard screamin'
Looked in the room and the waiters were teamin'
Up on a bitch like it ain't no thang
But then I flipped cause it was Bridgette gettin gang banged
Bridgette, Bridgette, was a girl that I knew, but,
Bridgette was a dumb ho, Bridgette was a dumb ho
Bridgette, Bridgette, was a girl that I screwed, but,
Bridgette was a dumb ho, Bridgette was a dumb ho
Bridgette, Bridgette, Yo Dre, That nigga screwed the bitch too, but,
Bridgette was a dumb ho, Bridgette was a dumb ho
Bridgette, Bridgette, I'd wear a rubber if I were you, yo,
Bridgette was a dumb ho, Bridgette was a dumb ho
So you know Bridgette called me the next day
Just to apologize so I said OK
She claims she wants to come over and see me
And do anything to fuck the D.O.C.
She said she loves me but I didn't say loved her
Went to the store and got me some rubbers
Then I made a phone call up to the guys
Boy this bitch is in for big suprise
When she came in put on a slow record
Said a few lines and the bitch got naked
Laid her on the bed and told her suck my dick
Then ran Eazy, Cube, and Dre out the closet
Turned her ass over, Laid the ho on her back
Then we rode the bitch like a mutherfuckin' Amtrack
Dre had the back and Eazy had the front
(I'm behind Ice Cube cause that's where the line started)
Bitch gettin' dogged by the doc and N.W.A.
Dogged the bitch out in each and every way
That's what I thought but with a girl Bridgette
The dumb ass ho, she liked this shit
Bridgette, Bridgette, was a girl that I knew, but,
Bridgette was a dumb ho, Bridgette was a dumb ho
Bridgette, Bridgette, was a girl that I screwed, but,
Bridgette was a dumb ho, Bridgette was a dumb ho
Bridgette, Bridgette, Yo Dre, That nigga screwed the bitch too, but,
Bridgette was a dumb ho, Bridgette was a dumb ho
Bridgette, Bridgette, I'd wear a rubber if I were you, yo,
Bridgette was a dumb ho, Bridgette was a dumb ho
[N.W.A. talking about Brigette]
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(feat. Jimmy Z)
[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
Listen as he executes the funky flute
He can play it at a noise so watch him blow it
While I be speakin deep down in your eardrums
How do you like it? So yo wont'cha just come
Closer so you can see who's playin that funky sound
That's goin down and ya sayin that
Jimmy Z is the one you like to see
On the F L U T E yeah
[Bridge: Jimmy Z]
You wanna blow it baby? (Yeah)
You like to blow it don't cha? (Yeah)
Can you take a deep breath? (Yeah)
Heh, is that right?
[Verse 2: Dr. Dre]
The funky funky flute is just what Jimmy gave ya
But witta hip-hop flavour
On ya radio, stereo and your compact
I'm only makin sure you remember that
It's the man that they call Jimmy Z gettin ya hyper
So just call him the Pied Piper
So I know you wanna see Jimmy Z
On the F-L-U-T-E, yeah
[Chorus]
All I want to do is
Play my funky flute for you
(Yeah blow, blow yeah)
All I want to do is
Play my funky flute for you
(California.....musical madness)
[Interlude: Jimmy Z]
Come with me (Okay)
Yeah, ah, follow me
Funky, you wanna come with me? (Yeah)
[girl screamin]
Play that funky flute
[Chorus]
[Bridge: Jimmy Z]
You wanna blow it or what? (Yeah)
You like to blow it don't cha? (Yeah)
Can you take a deep breath? (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, aha yeah
[repeat verse 1]
[Chorus]
[Jimmy Z] Uh, I messed up
[Dre] It's aight, man, go on and blow!
[Outro]
[car drivin past, blows horn]
Watch it asshole!!!
Damn, where is she? Shoulda been here by now!
Damn! (Ai, Jimmy man, what's happenin?)
Alright man, how ya doing
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