Right Up My Alley lyrics

by

Eazy-E


[Skit]
MC Ren: Yo, what up, Bob n*gga?
Bobcat: What's popping loc?
MC Ren: Chilling n*gga, tryna making ends, what's up?
Bobcat: Right right, I'm finna serve these mutherf*ckers, smoke up in the alley, man
MC Ren: Right, right
Bobcat: Why don't you bail with me loc?
MC Ren: You got it, come on let's go up here
*Minutes later*
Bobcat: Ay man ain't that the motherf*cking n*ggas that I told to get out my spot
MC Ren: There's the punk ass motherf*ckers over there
Bobcat: Ay man check this out motherf*cker, y'all n*ggas better get off out of here
Unidentified Blood 1: Ay n*gga f*ck you n*gga
Bobcat: Check this out n*gga
MC Ren: Ey, ey chill out dog, chill out dog
Unidentified Blood 2: f*ck you n*gga, f*ck you
Bobcat: Check this out n*gga
*Shot fired*
Bobcat: Didn't I tell you to get off out of here n*gga. You get off out of here n*gga
MC Ren: n*gga let's raise up
Unidentified Crip 1: Man f*ck that fool, man. f*ck that fool
Unidentified Crip 2: f*ck you fool, I'll be back n*gga

[Intro]
Oh yeah, you know what I'm saying
We peel mothaf*ckers caps around here
You can't come around here talking that sh*t
You'll get a mothaf*ckin' bullet in your head and wind up dead
You know what I'm saying
I'll send you home in a bodybag you fag
And I'mma tell you something right now
Don't come to the alley with that bullsh*t
(Hey Ren, who's talking sh*t?
Hey n*gga where that sh*t happenin' at loc?)
[Verse 1]
Right up my alley I see fiends and things
But you know it ain't over 'till the black n*gga sings
And he's singing the blues and holding shoes
While he's zipping off booze
Cause every week he sees n*ggas killed on the news
In the alley all the hard heads kick it
Don't permit the suckers cause they ride the motherf*ckas
n*ggas getting high and high 'till they drop
So f*cked up they start shooting at the cops
So ladies complain but there ain't sh*t they can do
Or run dead in the house slap the b*tches with a shoe
I sell my dope and I ain't ashamed to say it
Cause I got bills and mothaf*ckaz won't pay it
In the alley - b*tches sell pus*y real cheap
Waiting around the trick when the f*cka fall asleep
b*tches 15-16 got the claps
And crabs in their pus*y crawl around in the naps
f*cked up ho's with toe jams in the toes
Dirty ass clothes, with boogers in their nose
Roaming, roaming looking for di*k to suck
Walk around in the days like they don't give a f*ck
In the alley

[Interlude]
Hey man, look at these mothaf*ckin' basehead b*tches
n*gga you pop a gang of sh*t but ah n*gga, where you from?
[Verse 2]
Right up my alley n*ggas trip cars that they stole
And n*ggas outside liftin' weights, getting swole
Takin' turns, sipping on the 40 O Z
Popping some funky sh*t by the D.O.C
I'm with my n*gga Lil' Nation, or my homey named Snoop
My n*gga DJ Train be hitting corner in de coop
Pulling up I give him dap - ask him if he put in work
Lookin' like a straight G - with some khakis and a T-shirt
We sit at the table wrapping bones
While the little BG's fight with the sticks and the stones
Trying to get a name for the self yo but why
So all the little buckets getting the G into a driveby
Take down some rivals across town
Then back to the alley where they can't be found
Police come around and try to find them
But the whole f*cking set is standing right there behind them
Open up fire on the pigs now they cook
They didn't know what hit 'em cause the n*ggas had to get them
In the alley

[Interlude #1]
Officers down, officers down, we need assistance in the alley

[Interlude #2]
You're talkin' sh*t but where was you n*gga?
[Verse 3]
Standing in the alley with my brother Juvenile for a while
This n*gga try to rush it but the fool was living foul
Tried to get a name but did it the wrong ways
My brother c*ck the f*ck out to his ass in the days
People crowded aroound like a fly on sh*t
Everybody had to stand cuz there ain't nowhere to sit
This little punk he was new to the alley
He grew up with some white mothaf*ckaz in the Valley
Now he's on his back looking up in all these faces
I bet he won't open up his mouth in no more places
And he don't know, he won't go but now he has to go
My brother picked him up and started beating him some more
Then every n*gga had to get a turn
To make sure that this mothaf*cka learn
n*ggas kicking him, hitting him with bricks
Check it, and my homey lit his pitbull bite off his di*k
And to top it off before my brother left the scene
He emptied up his click with the whole 15
In the alley
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