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

von N.W.A.

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