LYRICS to the RADIO EDIT of "Straight Outta Compton" by Eazy-E & NWA

Prelude

I've looked high and low for the lyrics to the clean, radio-edited version of "Straight Outta Compton," but since I couldn't, it was kind of hard to sing along with the music-video. I therefore took the initiative to compile the lyrics myself. Here they are below:

LYRICS

Straight outta Compton, it's a crazy brother named Ice Cube
From the stupid-dope gang with an attitude
When I'm called off, I got a sawed off
Kick knowledge, and bodies are hauled off
You too, boy, if ya get with me
The police are gonna hafta come and get me
Off yo back, that's how I'm goin out
For the suckas done brothas and showin out
Someone's start to mumble, they wanna rumble
Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo
Goin off on everybody like that
with mace that's droppin' in yo face
So give it up smooth
Ain't no tellin when I'm down for a jack move
Here's a murder rap that keep you dancin
with a crime record like Charles Manson
Yo, Dre, what's the sound of my tool? (*machine gun fire*)
Now you know that I'm about to act the fool
Me and you can go toe to toe, no maybe
I'm knockin suckas out tha box, daily
yo weekly, monthly and yearly
until them whole damn well see clearly
that I'm down with the capital C-P-T
Boy you can't step with me
So when I'm in your neighborhood, you better duck down
'Cause Ice Cube a damn show welcome down
As I leave, believe I'm stompin
but when I come back, boy, I'm comin straight outta Compton

Chorus:

[City of Compton, City of Compton]

[Eazy E] Yo Ren
[MC Ren] Whassup?
[Eazy E] Tell em where you from!

Verse Two: MC Ren

Straight outta Compton, a brotha with his finger on the trigga
More punks I take out, my rep gets bigger
I'm a ruthless villain and you know this
But the suckas in the public won't show this
But I don't really care, I'm a-make my snaps
If not from the records, from jackin the crap
Just like burglary, the definition is 'jackin'
And when illegally armed it's called 'packin'
Take a fool out in a sec
I find somebody talkin' trash, I put him in check
So if you're at a show in the front row
I'm a call you a sucka if you don't go with the flow
You'll probably get mad like a punk is supposed to
But that shows me, yo, you're composed to
a crazy little brother from the street
Attitude legit cause I'm ready to hit
MC Ren controls the automatic
For any fool in my way, that starts static
Not the right hand cause I'm the hand itself
every time I pull a AK off the shelf
The security is maximum and that's a law
R-E-N spells Ren but I'm raw
See, coz people know me as the villain
The definition is clear, you're the witness of a killin
that's takin place without a clue
And once you're on the scope, you know you're through
Look, you might take it as a trip
but a brotha like Ren is on a gangsta tip
Straight outta Compton...

Chorus:

[City of Compton, City of Compton]

[Dr. Dre] Eazy is his name and the boy is comin...

Verse Three: Eazy-E

...straight outta Compton
is a brotha that'll smother yo' mother
and make ya sister think I love her
Dangerous young brother raisin' hell
And if I ever get caught I make bail
See, I don't really care, that's the problem
When I see a police, I don't dodge him
But I'm smart, lay low, creep a while
And when I see a punk pass, I smile
To me it's kinda funny, the attitude showin somethin's drivin
but don't know where the hell they goin', just rollin
lookin for the one they call Eazy
But here's a flash, they never seize me
Ruthless! Never seen like a shadow in the dark
except when I unload, you see I'll get over the hesitation
and hear the scream of the one who got the last penetration
Give a little gust of wind and now I'm jettin
But leave a memory no one'll be forgettin
So what about the girl who got shot? Yah!
You think I give a damn about a girl? I ain't a sucka!
This is the autobiography of the E, and if you ever mess with me
You'll get taken by a stupid dope brotha who will smother
word to the mother, yeah, straight outta Compton

Chorus:

[City of Compton, City of Compton]

[That's the way it goes in the City of Compton, boy.]

Realistic Love Song LYRICS - From the video at FunnyOrDie.com (Lyrical Entry)

REALISTIC LOVE SONG - watch more funny videos

Prelude

MANY OF YOU ASKED NICELY, AND DEMANDED, THE LYRICS! You were on YouTube, FunnyOrDie, or a mirror site that hosted this video when you asked, "Where can I find the lyrics?"

I asked myself the same question, then realized Google wouldn't be forthcoming this morning. Therefore, I had to set a precedent, and transcribe it into text. Somebody had to do something first, and today, that was me.

I had to stop every 5 seconds in order to type each line, resume, stop, and repeat. That is how bloggers transcribe the lyrics that nobody else has up to that point. It's easy, but too much effort for the millions of you out there, so I decided to build "Karma Points" and do the Internet a service.

Now, the lyrics:
(Addendum: Revisions made; now the words are as accurate as can be.)

LYRICS

If the Sun didn't shine, the Mountains crumbled,
the stars fell from the skies,
I'm pretty sure that my thoughts would not,
Be regarding you and I,

When I look into your eyes,
Sometimes can see,
The reflection of me,
If I look really closely,

You see I'm not gonna walk a thousand miles,
to sleep out in the rain,
Because I have something called "dignity,"
Plus I'm not clinically insane!

If your life is a fairy tale,
You need Prince Charming to fix,
Well, here I am, girl, I'll say it to your face,
"What are you, six?"

Oh, whoa, yeah, honey baby, I love you, zippedy-doo!
You let me inside of your (\/4gin4) so I wrote this song for you.

But if you, think I'm a make an (455) of myself,
And profess what you mean to me,
You should probably take up a hobby,
'Cause you're watching way too much TV! Seriously!

Girl, your kinda fun, but I ain't gonna run,
Up to any rooftops to shout it,
But if you run out of gas,
I'll come get your (455) And I'll give you shit about it.

And I definitely won't be thinkin' of you,
Every minute of every day,
But I promise to hold your hair up,
When you're booting" too much cabernet hey-hey-hey!

Totally content,
Is the way you make me feel,
Except for when you chime in with commentary when I'm behind the wheel,
Keep your trap shut!

In the next 10 hours, should you need a shoulder to cry upon,
I'll be right there in the livin' room,
Watchin' the Death Wish marathon!

And I said, Oh, whoa, yeah, honey-baby, I love you, zippety-doo!
You gave me a (Humvee) in the car once,
So I wrote this song for you! (Oo-hoo!!)

But you're just a girl, and I'm just a guy,
We're no different than the rest!
Just as sure my heart,
Is an organ located in the left side of my chest.

Time will go by,
And I'll realize
That there's nobody better,
Or even if there was, it wouldn't require too much time,
And energy to go out and get her!

So, we'll get married, and you'll probably (Sith) out a couple kids of mine,
But if we treat this thing like a business venture,
I'm pretty sure we will be fine.

And I fight nature and not sleep around even though I know that lust is fleating
But, just so you know, I don't consider going to the Asian massage place, "cheating."

And I put up with all your bull (Sith) If you put up with mine right back,
At least a-you get Dementia,
Or I’ll have a heart attack.

So, the next time I make a love,
I might mutter something about your big Double-D's,
Then you might be like, "What is he talking about? I don't have Double-D's."
If you could just say, "This is the best tip I've ever gotten,"
And play along with me please,
Since I'm fantasizing about the waitress last night at Applebee's,

Holy Geez-us, that girl was hot,
Though I don't believe in Cupid.
But I'm willing to put up with your girlfriends,
Even though they're fairly stupid.

Asia is not a country,
Anyway, I bring you medicine when you're sick.
But sometimes I'm gonna say chauvinistic (Sith) to you, just to be a (trick). Go make a sandwich!

Oh, whoa, yeah, Honey-baby, I love you, zippety-doo!
You said you might be open to (Bu++ secs)
So I wrote this song for you.

And since our love is not gonna lift us up there to where the eagles fly,
I would rather you'd be,
Pleasantly surprised,
Than set the bar too high, FYI.

I'm addicted to porn,
I'm totally addicted to porn, you should know.
I never get sick of the porn, I never, ever get sick of the porn,
Oh, oh, no...

Postlude & Credits

I filtered the swear words because I come from a religious background. I don't mind reading swear words elsewhere, but I feel it best for it not to be seen on my blog entries.

By the way, the song, "Realistic Love Song," was written, recorded, and directed by THE SSP. Visit them at http://www.TheSuperSecretProject.com.