All of us were in Torrance, California to record our album titled Straight Outta Compton, it was going to be a long day making all of these songs and who knows how long it will takes to finish the whole album. This record has to be successful, but we all got talent here so I have hope. We all stood in a circle in the recording studio ready to begin.
"Aight so if the lines ain't tight it ain't makin a record," Dre said. "This ain't Lonzo's shit this is the real deal. Aight?"
We nodded.
"Okay so this shit better be dope. Who up?"
"Me," Ren said.
"Aight get it Ren."
"You got this man," Yella said.
"Aye Yella, hit that shit."
Ren was rapping first, he wrote a song called Quiet On The Set.
[Ren] Ruthless, plenty of that and much more. So at the party Ren is controlling the floor. That you step and do your dance routine, it ain't a dream my man you in a gangsta scene. With a villian doin damage on a 24 track with no confusion to finish my conclusion. Rythymatic rhymes from a radio cat. You can't take what I got cuz I be takin it right back. (Ruthless gangsta) Cold killin, you wanna know what it means? (Definition villian)
Ren was killing it in there. He sounded great with the beat Dre and Yella made.
I go to the party, I hip, I hop the spot. I don't know what it is but the girls get hot! Perspiring like they're on fire and their so-called boyfriends with 'em are retirin'. And for this reason I'm a walkin threat so when I'm on stage I want quiet on the set.
Lights, camera, action. (N.W.A take two)"
Next Dre was doing a song called Express yourself after Ren was done.
[Dre] I'm expressing with my full capabilities. And now I'm living in correctional facilities. Cuz some don't agree with how I do this I get straight meditate like a Buddhist. I'm dropping flavor my behavior is hereditary but my technique is very necessary. Blame it on Major T cuz she says it gets funky, when you got a subject and a predicate. Add it on a dope beat and it'll make you think some suckers just tickle me pink to my stomach but they don't flow like this one. You know what I won't hesitate to diss one or two before I'm through so don't try to sing this. Some drop science we'll I'm dropping English. Even if Yella makes it acapella, I still express yo I don't smoke weed or sess. Cuz it's known to give a brother brain damage. And brain damage on the mic don't manage nothin, but makin a sucker and you equal. Don't be another sequel.
Express yourself."
"Yeah Dre!" Eazy said as he was coming out the booth.
"You sounded dope man," Yella said.
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STRAIGHT OUTTA SOUTH CENTRAL (Eazy-E & N.W.A Story)
FanfictionTamera Robson aka Major T is a young teenage girl who lives in South Central Los Angles, California. Her and her best friend O'Shea Jackson aka Ice Cube are young rappers trying to go big and have their music heard. With some help from their friends...