90s rap

DR DRE LYRICS

"Let Me Ride" another great song

Verse One:

Creepin' down the back street on Deez

I got my glock cocked cuz niggaz want these

Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated

By some nigga with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine

ya wanna make noise, make noise

I make a phone call my niggaz comin' like the Gotti boys

bodies bein' found on Greenleaf

with their fuckin heads cut off, motherfucker i'm Dre

so listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day

rollin' in my '4 with 16 switches

And got sounds for the bitches, clockin' all the riches

Got the hollow points for the snitches

So would you just walk on by, cuz I'm too hard to lift

and no this ain't Aerosmith

It's the motherfuckin D-R-E, from the CPT

on a ryhmin' spree, a straight G

Hop back as i pop my top ya trip

I let the hollow points commence to POP POP POP

yeah, cuz if it don't stop

I have to put my shit in reverse go back and take anothers stop

Cause I'm (Rollin in my six-fo')

with all the niggaz sayin

[Chorus:]

Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride

hell yeah

Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride

with all the niggaz sayin

Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride

Hell yeah

Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride

[Verse Two:]

just another motherfuckin day for Dre so I begin like this

No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists it's just

that gangster glare, with gangster raps

that gangster shit, that makes the gang of snaps, uhh

word to the motherfuckin streets

and word to these hyped ass lyrics and dope beats, that I

hit ya with that I, get ya with

as I groove in my four on deez, hittin the switches

bitches relax while I get my proper swerve on

bumpin like a motherfucker ready to get my serve on

but before I hit the dope spot

I gotta get the chronic, the Reme Martin and my soda pop

Now I'm smellin like indo-nesia

bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers

on my dick, cause my four on hit

pancake front and back, side to side and all that shit

So when I crawl I comes correct

Now, if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check nigga

Now let the Chevrolet slide

As I dip a nigga trip to the south side, yeah

(Rollin in my six-fo') with all the bitches sayin

[Chorus]

[Verse Three:]

Check this out

The sun went down when I hit Slausson

on my way to the strip, now I'm just flossin

Checkin my rearview, cause niggaz they will do

jack moves, black fools cause I smack fools

Try to set me up for a two-eleven

Fuck around and get caught up in a one-eight-seven

but I don't represent no gangbang

Some niggaz like lynchin but I just watch them hang

so on, and so-on, why don't you let me roll on

I remember back in the dayz when I used to have to get my stroll on

Didn't nobody wanna speak; now everybody

peepin out they windows when they hear me beatin up the streets

Is it Dre? Is it Dre?

That's what they say, every single motherfuckin day, yo

But I ain't trippin I'm just kickin it

While my deez keep spinnin and these hoes keep grinnin I'll be

(Rollin in my six-fo') With everybody sayin

[Chorus: to end]

BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY LYRICS from the best rap group ever

"Foe Tha Love Of "

(feat. Eazy-E)

Foe tha' love of money

Gotta make that money man

It's still the same now

Gotta get on the grind

Pop in the clip of my nine

And bitch if you slip

You hit the chalk and fall in the night time

Gotta get mine

Ain't takin no shorts or no losses

Hop on the phone

Callin' my nigga sin at home

Polishin' that MAC-10 crome

Gotta a lick so bring yo shit

Cause once again it's on

To the dome with a fifth of burb

we wig to the curb so we swerve

And rolled out to pick up the triple six thug

And follow the murder for robbin the dooehouse

Smoke jump outta me bong

So high, now comin' to slay with four grenades and a gauge

I'm a play, watch all 'em fall in the grave and lay

Pullin' in the driveway, Wish spotted the place and quickly rolled up

Bulldozed through the living room

Hopped out of the car and started to blow up

Buck, Buck, and a kaboom

Me blew all them bodies all over the room

Them doomed

And gotta move fast, why?

The po-po's comin'

Snatch up me yummy

So nigga don't think it's funny

I'm comin' up quick in the niine-quat

Cause Flesh be lovin' this money

I'm given uo love to the hustlas

All them St.Clair thugstas makin' that money stayin' on your feet

And you better believe gotta have that cheese

For the green leaves, never catch me sleep

Stay on the grind, get mine

Stayin' down for mine crime, and I hit up the nine-nine

Givin' up that llelo, makin' me sale, twenties nickles and dimes

Beat up and stick up a lick up, that two-eleven

Gotta get what's mine, then bailin'

Me kickin' up dust, I'm trailin

Feelin one-eight-seven

That's how it is, and I gotsta have it in the nine-quat

Mission to check a mill and still be real

Thuggin' on the glock-glock,creepin on a come up

Won't sleep till I'm done up

Gotta blaze me blunt up, hunt up another plot and scheme

Gotta make some green, cause soldiers nut up, What up?

Gotta get that buisness on, even though the buddah run me, stun me

Feelin' lovely, but I'm just in it for he love of the money

Chorus]

Standin' on the corner straight slangin' rocks

Aw ahit! Here comes the muthafuckin' cops!

So I dash, I ducks, and I hides behind a tree

Makin' sure the muthafuckas don't see me

Now my fat sack of rocks hell yeah i stuffed 'em

Police on my draws, i had to pause

And yeah, it's still muthafuck 'em

Now my game is tight, tight as fuck is my game

Easy muthafuckin E or Eric Wright it's all the same

Now niggas might trip on how I stash my grip

I gotta have it bitch

For the love of this shit

MUTHAFUCKA!!

[Chorus]

When dough got me thugsta, thuggish ways, down for my crime everytime

Follow me down the nine-nine, and you will find all of me kind

Check out the ripsta, now, drop down

Run 'em up outta me hood

Rip's straight when makin' me grip wiht me click

Rollin' with Ruthless, the thug I be

Me put 'em in mud, buck 'em, and pump blood

Got nothing to lose, bitch

Ya beter respect Rip, or ya best check this slug

It's goin' down steady pump and peel rounds, gunnin' with a me gang

Bang, gotta make that money man

It's still the same

Steady runnin' thang wild, and follow me now

While I take you up into a barrel of a gun, see

For the dub you're done

For the bud, I run, for the love of my money

Nigga down for my thug off in this game

So peep as me creep and me crawlin' off on the mission to back in the

days

When niggas was bailin' with sawed-offs and wanted to get paid

Runnin' to my side, lil' nigga, Ripsta, both on the mission for money

You give u the cash, oh, that was your ass

Cause me and me nigga was hungary

And bitch, if you're stallin' you might just catch one to the temple

And um, Bone raw doggin', so nigga just make tha shit simple and run

To catch one nigga me fill 'em with bullets and dump 'em in rivers

Remember, me killa now

For money, me dig ya six feet in a ditch and get richer

Cause bitch you were slippin'

I'll cut ya, then rip ya, then buck ya down

Steayd rodin' and stealin' makin' a killin'

Nigga drugdealin', needin a million

Hustlin' drugs when the thugs be chillin'

For the money, these niggas be sellin' off in the cut

Where you find a nigga thuggin' off in braids and skullies

And when I stick ya and lick ya, remember

I get 'em up for the love of the money

For the love of money

Yeah, Bone in the muthafuckin' house for the nine-quats nigga

Yeah, rollin' with Ruthless records in this bitch

My niggas, Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bine, Wish Bone, And Flesh-n-Bone

And I'm that nigga, Krayzie Bone, in the muthafuckin' house

DR DRE LYRICS

"Forgot About Dre" I guess he wont make another album but this is a hell of a way to leave rapping and being fulltime producing

(feat. Eminem)

Dr Dre

Ya'll know me still the same ol' G

But I been low key

Hated on by most these niggas

Wit no cheese, no deals and no G's, no wheels and no keys

No boats, no snowmobiles and no ski's

Mad at me cause

I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries

Got a crib wit a studio and it's all full of tracks

To add to the wall full of plaques

Hangin up in the office in back of my house like trophies

But ya'll think I'm gonna let my dough freeze

Ho Please

You better bow down on both knees

Who you think taught you to smoke trees

Who you think brought you the o' G's

Eazy-E's Ice Cube's and D.O.C's and Snoop D O double G's

And a group that said muthafuck the police

Gave you a tape full of dope beats

To bump when stroll through in your hood

And when your album sales wasn't doin too good

Who's the doc that he told you to go see

Ya'll better listen up closely

All you niggas that said that I turned pop

Or the Firm flop

ya'll are the reason Dre ain't been getting no sleep

So fuck ya'll all of ya'll

If ya'll don't like me blow me

Ya'll are gonna keep fuckin around wit me

And turn me back to the old me

[chorus x2 - Eminem]

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say

But nothin comes out when they move they lips

Just a buncha gibberish

And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre

[Eminem]

So what do you say to somebody you hate

Or anybody tryna bring trouble your way

Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way

Just study your tape of NWA.

One day I was walkin by

Wit a walkmen on

When I caught a guy givin me an awkward eye

And strangled him off in the parkin lot wit his Karl Kani

I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not

I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge

But I'm drunk as fuck

Right next to a humungous truck in a two car garage

Hoppin out wit two broken legs tryna walk it off

Fuck you too bitch call the cops

I'ma kill you and them loud ass muthafuckin barkin dogs

And when the cops came through

Me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house

Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches

And still weren't found out

From here on out it's the Chronic 2

Startin today and tomorrows the new

And I'm still loco enough

To choke you to death wit a Charleston chew

[Record scratch]

Slim shady hotter then a set of twin babies

In a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up

And the temp goes up to the mid 80's

Callin men ladies

Sorry Doc but I been crazy

There is no way that you can save me

It's ok go with him Hailey

[chorus x2]

[Dr Dre]

If it was up to me

You muthafuckas would stop comin up to me

Wit your hands out lookin up to me

Like you want somethin free

When my last cd was out you wasn't bumpin me

But now that I got this little company

Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease

But you won't get a crumb from me

Cause I'm from the streets of Compton

I told em all

All them little gangstas

Who you think helped mold 'em all

Now you wanna run around and talk about guns

Like I ain't got none

What you think I sold 'em all

Cause I stay well off

Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin Dre fell off

What cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad

Tryna get this damn label off

I ain't havin that

This is the millenium of Aftermath

It ain't gonna be nothin after that

So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap

You can have it back

So where's all the mad rappers at

It's like a jungle in this habitat

But all you savage cats

Knew that I was strapped wit gats

When you were cuddled wit cabbage patch

[Chorus x3]