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letra de fuck n.w.a. - dresta

[intro]
uh, this is, uh, my name, excuse me, my name is bob, and i’m a reporter from one of the newest hip-hop magazines, and i just wanted to ask you, dresta, uh, uh, could you just give me your comments on, how do you feel about the new nwa situation?

nwa? well, personally, homie, you know, bein’ from, bein’ from compton and bein’ a real rider? i would’ve preferred to see eiht or quik or somebody, you know what i mean? they kept it real

[verse 1: dresta]
so how the f-ck can they say n.w.a. without e
ice cube, ren, tomica and dre, your k!lling me
ain’t none of y’all motherf-ckers asked us sh-t
gettin’ rich yellin’, “compton!”, ain’t p-ssed us sh-t
when the last time you hung on the block? n-gga, admit it
when eazy was living none of you b-tch n-ggas was with it
now he dead and he gone and you n-ggas is dead wrong
but dresta won’t let the public get led wrong
remember snoop dogg told e to suck d-ck
now you giving this n-gga his money you punk b-tch
what the f-ck? my n-gga probably turnin’ over drastic
if you ain’t already dug him up and sold the gold casket
you n-ggas plastic, it’s a motherf-ckin’ pity
done had twenty artists, not one from the city
for busters that get mad, here’s my 2000 motto
“talkin’ junk, you’ll get your number punched like the lotto”
full throttle, from the… (city of compton)

[hook x2]
f-ck n.w.a.,
and i say f-ck n.w.a.,
and you say f-ck n.w.a.,
and we say f-ck n.w.a

[verse 2: dresta]
you see i once was a thug from around the way
but now i lounge and i blow a quarter pound a day
the most smoked out and definitely loc’d out
first rapper flapping his gums is getting chocked out
on a mission to destroy the whole existence of marks
from the start you cowards knew compton had heart
up west and back east and down south, the gangsta’s back
and this is my motherf-cking house
so you n-ggas best to run and retreat
cuz for this new millennium, i’m here to gun and delete
i hear n-ggas is running around saying you got the crown
but b-tch we never lost it, so backup off it
that’s why you rich n-ggas come and get jacked
you’re b-tch n-ggas so us thugs gotta run in your scratch
catch you running in packs, just put the guns in your backs and tell ya
“take off the rolies and p-ss me the chain stolies”
fo’sho-li
we’re still real in the… (city of compton)

[interlude]
it’s no good man. word on the streets is n-ggas ain’t feelin’ that sh-t. you know what i’m sayin’? hey! this bg d-dog from west side nuttyz. it’s like this. tomica, f-ck you!

yo, my brooklyn n-ggas ain’t feelin’ that reunion sh-t

well, there you have it. looks like on the streets it’s a, a vote ‘no’ on that new nwa

[verse 3: dresta]
you know i want the whole world to know how many of my homies they’ve slain
from eazy-e to 2pac, [? 2:54] and baby lane
little jerry, now i gotta carry the whole thing
it’s a cold game, no things change i maintain
i learned to be a g way back in ’83
been down ever since, real n-ggas represent
compton gave you all life when y’all had nothing to do
and told you “f-ck tha police” when they was f-cking with you
i was sprung since i was young, i hit the sticky once
then ran to the candy store to get a ticket punched
from coast to coast, none of you rappers pose threat
and you b-tches best to treat us with the utmost respect
it’s the c.p.t. for the y2d
right back n-gga easily, it’s 1, 2, 3
they locked my brother down but i ain’t never gonna forget him
cuz i love b.g. knocc out and every n-gga down with him
still down’ with him, in the… (city of compton)

[hook]

compton motherf-cker… eazy-e r-i-p

- dresta

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