Compton

Yo, Where Our Contracts?

...straight outta Compton
is a brotha that'll smother yo' mother
and make ya sister think I love her
Dangerous motherfucker raises hell
And if I ever get caught I make bail
See, I don't give a fuck, that's the problem
I see a motherfuckin cop 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 a nigga drivin
but don't know where the fuck he's going, 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, 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 I'm jettin
But leave a memory no one'll be forgettin
So what about the bitch who got shot? Fuck her!
You think I give a damn about a bitch? I ain't a sucker!
This is the autobiography of the E, and if you ever fuck with me
You'll get taken by a stupid dope brotha who will smother
word to the motherfucker, straight outta Compton

I bobbed my head as Dre replayed the last recording of my verse for our newest song, Straight Outta Compton, Cube has been writing my verses and I can honestly say Cube's a natural.

"So, what ya think?" Dre asks, stopping the playback and turning to face me.

"I think it's dope." I say, very proud of my verse on the record. As Dre started mixing all of our verses, our being me, Ren, and Cube, as Cube burst into the studio.

"Yo it's hot and I'm thirsty, so let's take a break. Ya know, sip some 40s outside in front of the building." he said holding up a black bag containing five 40oz Malt Liquor bottles. We all agreed and stepped into the elevator outside of the studio room and exited the building's lobby. As we were standing in front of the building, talking and drinking our Malt Liquors, two police officers approached us.

"What are y'all hoodlums doing on this side of town?" the white officers questioned us. A black officer walked up behind him grilling us with a look of disgust.

"Nothing officer, we work in this bulding and we just takin' a little break" replied Cube, since no one else wanted to talk to these pigs. I'm not even sure what happened next before I was slammed onto the ground, dropping my 40 and put into handcuffs. Same with Ren, Cube, and Dre. Only 2 seconds passed before Jerry ran outside to scream at the officers to uncuff us.

"THEY WORK HERE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? TAKE THOSE CUFFS OFF OF THEM" Jerry yelled at the white officer pointing in his face. "YOU CAN'T COME HERE AND HARASS MY CLIENTS. I WANT YOUR BADGE NUMBERS AND NAMES NOW!"

The officers unhandcuffed us but did not let us get off of the ground. "Guys, get up" Jerry demanded us. I started to push myself off of the ground and that immediately stepped on by the white officer.

"You don't get up until we tell you to." the white pig sneered at me. "Now, get up." he demanded, taking his foot off of my back. We all jumped up quietly and started walking back into the building. "Leave us alone" Jerry said to the two officers before walking back into the lobby behind us.

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"I wrote some new verses" Cube saud quickly as he rushed into the studio
with me and Dre. He handed me the papers and I read them quickly. "This will stir up controversy, but that's just what we need" I said nodding and then read the title "Fuck Da Police.... I like it" i said handing Cube his verse.

Cube then walked into the booth as Dre started the beat and cleared his throat

Fuck the police coming straight from the underground
A young nigga got it bad cause I'm brown
And not the other color so police think
they have the authority to kill a minority
Fuck that shit, cause I ain't the one
for a punk motherfucker with a badge and a gun
to be beating on, and thrown in jail
We can go toe to toe in the middle of a cell
Fucking with me cause I'm a teenager
with a little bit of gold and a pager
Searching my car, looking for the product
Thinking every nigga is selling narcotics

After 5 grueling hours Cube's verse finally sounded exactly how he wanted. "Eazy, let's record your verse next" Yella yelled out to me. I stood up from the couch and walked into the booth. I slide on my glasses as the beat started

I'm tired of the motherfucking jacking
Sweating my gang, while I'm chilling in the shack, and
shining the light in my face, and for what?
Maybe it's because I kick so much butt
I kick ass - or maybe cause I blast
on a stupid-assed nigga when I'm playing with the trigger
of any Uzi or an AK
Cause the police always got something stupid to say
They put out my picture with silence
Cause my identity by itself causes violence
The E with the criminal behavior
Yeah, I'm a gangsta, but still I got flavor
Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucker in a uniform waiting to get shot
by me, or another nigga
And with a gat it don't matter if he's smaller or bigger

In the middle of recording my verse Jerry walked into the studio and signaled for me to come out of the booth.

"Here's your contract Eazy" Jerry said handing me over the papers proudly. I excitedly took it out of his hand and began to sign them.

"Where's ours?" Cube asked. We all turned to face Jerry.

"They're being processed" Jerry responded smiling .

On the road to being rich