Hey this is Skeeter Rock comin' to you live at the hip-hop barbershop I wanna give a shout out to College Park, Eastpointe, Swats, and Decatur A fellas
with me Go 'head, go 'head Go ahead, Game First things first, Aftermath, The Chronic is back This is indo, produced by Timbo Game over; nah the N.W.A
not the ones Brothers are flipping, some other suckers are tripping Yeah, you gotta take a whipping to see that I'm live and kicking I'm the A to the G-I followed by the A-N
sort of felt the way The brain is like a cage, you a slave, that's why they lovin' you This is the book that Eli that start with a K-W. [Hook] [Talib
is a war against consciousness Controlling your soul, sort of a psychological dictatorship And we are on the front lines Guilty as charged if intellect is a
back, what? Callin' up some other hoe In a minute, I won't claim no set Yo, you can't find me, gotta hit me on the Internet W-W-dot-N.O.R.E., if not
was a basketball game I'd win the sectional Championship, then eat potato chip With a little onion dip, and then I'll take a trip To Maui, Maui is a little island a
truths hopin' The young youth a soldier hear me dearly G.W. Bush fear me They know I know, they want to sweep us under rugs Hopin' we just keep killin', shootin' each other
L R-O-B B-R-O-W-N C-R-O-W-D I'm the L-I-L R-O-B B-R-O-W-N C-R-O-W-D L-I-L R-O-B B-R-O-W-N C-R-O-W-D I'm the L-I-L R-O-B B-R-O-W-N C-R-O-W-D Dropping
, man [J-Zone scratches] R.A He's rugged! Alright friends, on your feebles [R.A.- Verse One] Yo, see how they go, hip hop R-A-Hay-Ohh I'm a Special Ed
of days [Everlast] It was me, X and Tash, we was smokin' a J With this girl named Michelle, and her friend Chantay Pumpin' Straight Outta Compton by N-W-A
But first things first, I'm a admit I'm-a tear your ass up when you let me hit W, B, I, T, E, C, H, ain't that a bitch radio Yo check, that's the new
to crush a nigga I get a nigga mad enough to where he snuff a nigga Dont have a toast, yo, you fuck around and bust a nigga You got to love a nigga,
see the happiness, all day, every day I see the pain Where am I? Growin' up in the hood Back down memory lane Oh, shit, it's N.W.A. Them niggaz on tour
out Grip a motherfucker by his neck and gouge his fuckin' eyes out I'm insane by a long shot, hey Chuckwick Bill a.k.a Charles Libre A short nigga with
See now, a sucker with a style just boring me So I show K N O W L E D G E it might trouble you Then I transform like a Decepticon With a mic as a bomb
a friend of mine Asked me to say some gangsta rhymes So I said this rhyme I'm about to say I grabbed the blunt and then it went this way Eiht bucked a
car When your rollin the streets the gats get blasted by n.o.t.r. Don't try to hang with the fire power it's a slaughter We bust caps on your awake at