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tweedy bird loc - what's really going on كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1 ]
tweedy bird got a bone to pick, some -ss to kick
so give me the k so i can bust this dope sh-t
you say you want a scoop on the infamous group
you got the truth so let me take you back to the f-cking root
back in 1987 eazy selling dope by his mum crib
shooting dice at the park like all the n-ggas did
taking the 8 ball to the head the b-tch got an idea
to play a crew and deal with a f-cking jew
40gs on the hands of a white man
trusted in him before you think about your own clan
so___ high level, go grab a shovel
because the n-gga made a deal with the devil
you use to be a real mccoy
until you came up and turned your back on your homeboys instead of getting your homies from the park
you went out your way to hire a bunch or marks
then you can say you put your real homeys
on your video fl1cks – but save that sh-t
because an excuse is only good for the person who makes it. you sold out and now you straight faking it
but that’s okay because the homeys understand
you’re just another n-gga own by the white man
so take dj speed and that white girl sally
jump on that -ssh0l- band and take your -ss back to the valley
because what you preach is dead
so put that sh-t on your own kids head
and of course you ain’t no role model
so f-ck your nwa and your 8 bottle
and who the h-ll told you, you was a violent hero?
take notes from me, b-tch you’re a zero
as for your women you made your choice
you choose terry b so now i’m f-cking your girl joyce
yeah! i f-cked her and i had fun
and no it wasn’t easier said than done
so take it personal because your respect is short
you better keep talking dollars ‘cos you gotta pay child support
and it ain’t my flout the hoes’ll get you for your riches
but you should had babies by twenty different b-tches
i ain’t jealous, but b-tch you gotta come home
but until then let it be known what really going on

[hook]

[verse 2]
verse 2 goes of to the gangsta’s of america
mc ren is a fictional character
ain’t that a b-tch, punk you ain’t a ruthless villain
you -ss a lie, you ain’t never did a k!lling
always talking k!ll this and k!ll that on the microphone
but couldn’t burst a grape with razorblade shoes on
b-tch tell the world the truth for real
you ain’t gon’ k!ll nothing or let nothing be k!lled
cause you a prankster
you and eazy-e is the milli vanilli of gangsters
got some records, fine cars and making a grip
but you are missing an oscar for perpetrating as crip
you resemble a b-st-rd when is time to squad
who you do a drive by on a motherf-cking mirage
so you thought i would pay you no mind
but the n-gga like the tweedy bird ain’t blind to your kind
the only reason you punk come to compton is to get to school
p-ss out t-shirts to promote your f-cking group
n-gga this is tweedy b, you used to look up to me
but you got ghost when you dropped the lp
you went out like eazy and your sold your soul
so f-ck you and fairytale rapper cpo
that goes for lil nation, chip and pork chop
f-ck around with the u-double-u-c and get mopped
cause my homies got my back
a-k-a double d, kilo-g and battlecat
my brothers told me it would be days like this
but the real n-ggas from compton is on the kp list
kb, dc, b00boo, , , and all the rest i don’t mentioned you know the time
we’ll diss you but we really wanna peel your dome
i’m compton strong so now whats really going on

[hook]

[verse 3]

i remember the days of old, when yella and dre was just like prince wearin’ pantyhose
yeah f-ck fiction i’m telling the facts brothers
yella and dre is two g-y motherf-ckers
when they were in crew and becase n-ggas with att-tude. dre, beat up on women like d but i dare your punk -ss to run up on me
cos’ i show you whats up. i treat you like a salad and toss you the f-ck up. and yella you need to go, you remind me of that bubblegum gangster bazooka joe. this goes out to eazy and your whole d-mn crew. you don’t give a f-ck about the homies, so we don’t give a f-ck about you. you think black khakies and hat will make you brave but you f-ck with my posse and you end up in your grave. cuse we give all we got to give. and don’t forget punks we now where your mamas lives. cus when we roll, we roll hard. straight out of compton no, out of your motherf-cking backyard
so whats up with you d o to the c i hear you got f-cked up when you run into a tree. so now you need your -ss wiped, go call the doctor because you and michel’le sound a like. eazy when ice cube left your -ss, dre blast and you think that sh-t is gonna p-ss? as i expose the b-tches and hoes, nwa stand for n-ggas weak anyway. another scoop on the punk -ss group. you learned that terry b is an undercover prost-tute. how many winos have you known to wear a compton hat? besides eazy, terry b. b-tch you ain’t black
to michel’le with that f-cked up voice, “something’s in my throat” and its a d-ck
to atl you got a lot of growing up to do. we ain’t the lench mob but we’ll be stepping up to you
shouts out to tim dog i like how you punked their crew but you dissed my city so f-ck you. make a note of this, next time don’t even speak, cus you’re just like a calendar, you weak. south bronx got a problem is a female dog, so put your b-tch on a leash if it got t–th. and let me stress a little something you south bronx motherf-ckers can’t touch compton. and to you d nice, f-ck around and ill be doing 25 to life. ill f-ck you up so bad you be yelling out peace and when you get back home they’ll be calling u denise. cus a punk like you ain’t able, to stand up to me, so now there is crumbs on the table. i got the flavor cuse my city is gonna stay strong. time expire so now whats really going on

[verse 3]

- tweedy bird loc

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