Friday (Dr.dre Ice Cube MC Ren Snoop Dogg) Lyrics & Tabs by N.W.A

Friday (Dr.dre Ice Cube MC Ren Snoop Dogg)

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N.W.A

Album : Bounce Mix, Volume 1PlayStop

911 what are you reporting? Hello.Hello 911, help me, help me What is your emergency? There's some men in my house, they'res some men in my house. Can you please verify your adress for me? *address given* Ma'am where inside the house are you? omg! Ma'am where inside the house are you? In my room.They're in my room. Ma'am calm down, there will be someone on the way. *loading gun* Is the door locked?*screaming* Ma'am calm down. Ma'am. Ma'am. N-N-W-W-W-W-A-A-A-A! N-N-W-W-W-W-A-A-A-A! What the fuck's up, Dre? You tell me, you talk to Ren I'm right here nigga Release the hound Bow wow wow I'm a nigga wit an attitude thanks to y'all And I don't give a fuck I keep it gangsta y'all I'mma ride for my side in the C.P.T God bless the memory of Eazy-E If it wasn't for me where the fuck you'd be Rapping like the Treacherous Three, fucking cowards I'd have seen Dre rocking parties for hours And I'd have seen Ren fucking bitches from Howard And I'd have seen Snoop give away Eddie Bauer's So fuck Jerry Heller and the white superpowers This the shit niggas kill for They hear the villain niggas spitting with them nigga flows Fuck you hoes, fuck you bitch-ass niggas too Got something for you broke These niggas wearing skirts like the pope Who them niggas that you love to get Who them niggas that you fuckin' with Love to yell to yell that we the shit The saga continues with the world's most dangerous group Four deep in the coup I'mma smoke where I wanna smoke, fuck that I'mma choke who I wanna choke, fuck that I'mma ride where I wanna ride, fuck that Cause I'mma nigga for life, so I'mma nigga til I diz-ie A pencil, a pen, or a Glock I'm the original, subliminal, subterranean Titanium, criminal minded, swift D-R-E with that fuck a bitch shit A couple of notes and get you hog-tied in rope Dope like tons of coke, cut-throat You don't want the pistols to whistle Candy paint Impala I make hoes pop collars God damn hoes, here we go again Fucking with Ren, playing to win He got the, coke in hen I got the, juice and gin Same shit you was fucking with way back then We keep it cracking from the acting to the jacking G'ed up C'ed up motherfucker blaze the weed up We all on deck fool so put your heat up I stay on deck so me don't get wet Look my nigga, we can scatter like buckshots Let's get together, make a record, why the fuck not Why the fuck not Why the fuck not Why the fuck not Cause I'm tight as the night I had to wipe activator off the mic, in 1985 Real niggas, biatch, you know, ha hah We cause tragedy, erratically Systematically in your house without a key How fucked up that'd be Gat'll be near your anatomy, my form of flattery Assault and battery, cause we coming with that street mentality Straight west coast rider academy Concrete nigga, that's my reality We tend to bust on niggas that get mad at me Was it a bitch in the mix Well it had to be Lying tricks told them dicks I had a key Hoes make the world harder than it have to be


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