April 16, 1988
Eazy
Me and the boyz got a performance tonight in Detroit but, we the puck ass police stopped us to have 'word' with us. We were already mad because of Tyree's death a month, damn I'm gonna miss him.
"No person shall disturb the peace by participating for betting in any rude, indecent, drinking, riots, violet conduct. For the use in any badger or abusive language in a public place. No performing of the song ' F The Police ' will not be permitted. Refusals will go with the City of Detroit ordinance will be arrested immediately." The white cop stated.
This nigga got some nerve to tell us what to do...
"Are we finished here? We got a show to do." Cube asked.
The narrowed his eyes at us. "Just watch yourselves." Then, the cops walked away.
"Fuck the police." We shouted at them. We all got up and walked backstage. I saw Aaliyah talking to Kim, she looked at me and we locked eyes. I know she can tell I was mad, so she walked over to me.
"Hey, I saw the cops outside. What they say ?" She looked up at me.
"Basically they said that we can't perform 'Fuck Da Police ' or well be arrested." I shook my head.
"Oh damn, that's crazy. Well good luck on that, I'll be in the crowed watching aight."
"Aight good lookin' out." I nodded at her. I walked over to the guys.
"Y'all ready to start some shit." I smirked.
"Yeah, let's get this shit started." Dre as while everyone nodded. We went on stage, the crowed started going crazy for us. Dre went to his set and mixed the beats.
Straight outta Compton, crazy
motherfucka named Ice Cube
From the gang called Niggaz with Attiudes
When I'm called off, I got a sawed off
Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are
hauled off
You too, boy, if ya fuck with me
The police are gonna hafta come and get
me
Off yo' ass, that's how I'm goin' out
For the punk motherfuckers that's showin'
out
Niggaz start to mumble, they wanna
rumble
Mix 'em and cook 'em in the pot like gumbo
Goin' off on a motherfucka like that
With a gat that's pointed at yo' ass
So give it up smooth
Ain't no tellin' when I'm down for a jack
move
Here's a murder rap to keep yo' dancing
with a crime record like Charles Manson
AK-47 is the tool
Don't make me act the motherfuckin' fool
Me you can go toe to toe, no maybe
I'm knockin niggaz out tha box, daily
Yo weekly, monthly and yearly
Until them dumb motherfuckas see
clearly
That I'm down with the capital C-P-T
Boy you can't fuck with me
So when I'm in your neighborhood, you
better duck
Cuz Ice Cube is crazy a fuck
As I leave, believe I'm stompin
But when I come back, boy, I'm comin'
straight outta Compton
Cube spit out rhymes then he told Dre to stop the song. I mouth to Cube 'What wrong ?', he taped me and pointed to the crowed. The same white cop was looking dead at me.
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