Live From Compton ‘Saturday Night’ lyrics

by

Eazy-E


[Skit]
*Phone dials*
MC Ren: Yeah, who's this?
Hutch: Yo what's happening, it's Hutch, what's up dog?
MC Ren: What up n*ggga, what's happening?
Hutch: Yo what's happening man?
MC Ren: Yeah check this out, I ain't even in right now, leave a message after the beep. I'll get back, peace
*Beep*
Hutch: Yo what's up man, it's me man, pick up the phone n*gga, it's Hutch man, what's up?
MC Ren: Ey what's up dog?
Hutch: What's up?
MC Ren: n*gga, what time is it man?
Hutch: Hell I don't know man, I'm just saying man, I was calling to see what's popping, what's going down man?
MC Ren: n*gga, I'm about to rest dog
Hutch: Man it's Saturday and sh*t, and you talking about rest
MC Ren: Man I've been in the motherf*cking studio up all night n*gga
Hutch: Man f*ck that studio, let's get to some parties, b*tches
MC Ren: Ey, ey f*ck what you going through dog
*Ren hangs up the phone*
Hutch: Ah, ah Ren, Ren what's up, ah, n*gga hang up on a n*gga and sh*t

[Verse 1: MC Ren]
Come on and step on in, no turnin back
While I drop sh*t that have your mind turnin black
n*gga I break God damn necks, when I drop verses
And blind your sight, from the sh*t that I recite
Live from Compton it's Saturday night
But ain't no joke, cause I don't play that sh*t
n*ggas you know I ain't no motherf*ckin comic
Droppin street knowledge, plus a n*gga Islamic
Hoodrats they do the hoochie boogie for a f*ck
But that sh*t don't be workin
When I'm rollin in my truck, the farthest they get is a big wheel
For real, and b*tch-made-n*ggas get they caps peeled
When I walk, puts a hole in the floor, with the steel toe
As if you didn't know, now that you know n*gga act like you knew
And if you continue trippin, motherf*ck you
I'm walkin with my n*ggas
With the help of 187 on this tight ass track
So step the hell back, and you can't afford to sleep
Because my sh*t gets deep

[Verse 2: Cold 187um]
Ok, time for me to rustle more sh*t, represent to the fullest
Everytime that I'm spit, get'cha lit
Get'cha lifted, get'cha high as you wanna go
Breakin fools off that wanna floss your gold
Cause I hate flossers and I hate braggers
I hate short stoppers and I hate laggers
On the real, n*ggas be wanna Free Kick It pass
So they can beat your sh*t, and jack your ass
I give em 187 times to try
But on the real, they better off committin suicide
Slide me the TEC Ren, so I can show 'em
That I'm not to be trusted, and not to be f*cked with
And definately not that motherf*cker
They wanna press they luck with
I keep it goin uncut, and if I get mad enough
I shoot they whole f*ckin set up
And don't say I didn't warn ya
It ain't funny, when you be a victim by the corner
187 be the gate keeper
Cause where I'm from, the sh*t gets deeper

[Verse 3: MC Ren]
My sh*t gets backed up for days and days
It's hard to sleep, my sh*t is too deep
Well how in the hell am I gonna deal with new n*ggas
That be comin hollerin wolf, and ain't put out sh*t yet
Rollin down the street in my 4-5-0
Throwin wack n*ggas sh*t out my window
Cause rarely do I see n*ggas that be comin with that funky ass sh*t
That make you say f*ck ay, go shoot a n*gga down
But here comes that black n*gga that they call Ren
Makin n*ggas go and act crazy again
n*ggas be f*ckin fools for the hell of it
Some down old n*ggas better not come this way
Cause I just don't give a f*ck
Cause I get in a baby gangsta mode
b*tch slappin n*ggas with my fist
Cause I insist I'm a hell of a lyricist
But my roots in the street
Killin playa haters over some wicked ass beats
Me and my n*ggas come and get your ass
Then me and my n*ggas beat up on that ass
Cause me and my n*ggas, n*gga, love the creep
When the sh*t gets deep, it gets deep

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