You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge. Mother***ers that showin' out, niggas start to mumble, they wanna rumble. Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo, goin' off on the mother***er 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 ya dancin', with a crime record like Charles Manson. AK-47 is the tool, don't make me act a mother***in' fool. Me, you can go toe-to-toe, no make. I'm knockin' niggas out the box daily. Yo, weekly, monthly, and yearly, until them dumb mother***ers see clearly, that I'm down with the capital CBT. Boy, you can't *** with me, so when I'm in your neighborhood, you better duck. Cause Ice Cube is crazy as ***. As I leave, believe I'm stompin', but when I come back, boy, I'm comin' straight outta Compton. Compton. Compton. Ow! Compton. Compton. Hey, Ren. Wassup? Tell em where you from. Straight outta Compton. Another crazy-ass nigga. More punks I smoke, yo, my rep gets bigger. I'm a bad mother***er, and you know this. But the pussy-ass niggas won't show this. But I don't give a ***, I'ma make my snaps. If not from the records, from jackin' a cross, it's like burglary. The definition is jackin'. Or when illegally armed, it's called packin'. Shoot a mother***er in a minute. I find a good piece of pussy, and go up in it. So if you're at a show in the front row, I'ma call you a bitch or a dirty-ass hoe. You probably get mad like a bitch is supposed to. But that shows me slut-talk opposed to a crazy mother***er from the street. Attitude legit, cause I'm tearin' up ***. Empty rent controls are automatic. For any dumb mother***er, it starts static. Not a right-hand, cause I'm a hand itself. Every time I pull an AK off the shelf, the security is maximum, and that's a law. R-E-N spells Ren, but I'm wrong. See, cause I'm a mother***in' villain. The definition is clear. You're the witness of a killin' that's takin' place without a clue. And once you're on the scope, your ass is through. Look, you might take it as a trip, but a nigga like Ren is on the gangster tip. Straight outta Compton. Easy as his name, and the boys comin'. Straight outta Compton. It's a brother that don't smother your mother. And make your sister think I love her. Dangerous mother***in' race as hell. And if I ever get caught, I make bail. See, I don't give a ***. That's the problem. I see a mother***in' cop, I don't dodge him. But I'm smart, lay low, free for a while. And when I see a punk pass, I smile. To me, it's kinda funny. The attitude show a nigga drivin'. But don't know where the *** he goin', just rollin'. Lookin' for the one they call easy. But here's a flash that never sees me ruthless. Never seen like a shadow in the dark. It's like when I unload. You see a spark, and talk over a hesitation. And hear the scream of the ones who caught the last penetration. Feel a little gust of wind, and I'll jet. But leave a memory no one'll be forgettin'. So what about the bitch who got shot? *** her. You think I give a damn about a bitch? I ain't a sucker. This is a autobiography of the E. And if you ever *** with me, you'll get taken. By a stupid dope brother who'll smother. Word to the mother***er. Straight outta Compton. Compton. Damn, that *** was dope.