Alwayz Into Somethin'

The year is 1991, N.W.A. back on the streets, yo

Takin' out all you commercialized suckers

And we on this laid back track

And we doin' this, well kinda smooth

So what you gonna do, Dre?Kick it and so on, let the beat flow on

Because I need somethin' to go off on

The one and only D R E servin' a death wish

So I'ma hit you like thisEarly in the mornin', hop into the B E N Z

I got 44 ways of gettin' paid

Sittin' in my lap as I roll off the Compton blocks

To scoop up Ren, I heard shots1, 2, 3, then I see Ren

Hop in the fence and with a 45 inside his hand

He ran to the Benz, got in and said

"Dre, I was speakin' to your girl, O'SheaAnd as we roll on, I seen the patrol on Crip

So we got ghost before they beat

Me and Ren in the black C E, yo

Humpin' some funky tracks by the D O CI gotta get paid, paid in a hurry, see

I gotta have it, if I'm not paid thoroughly

I start takin', makin' sure the money steady comin'

Because I'm alwayz into somethin'I heard a dope beat, somebody told me to go through it

But if Dre didn't do it, I can't flow to it

N.W.A. is like a mix, a hard time

And hard rhymes in the same lineYou're takin' a chance when you think that

Talkin' under your breath won't lead to young death

Takin' a life ain't nothin' but a killin'

For a brother labeled as bein' a young black villainBut you don't know me, a record can't tell ya

How so many pray that I be just another faliure

Real G's ain't about fakin' but takin'

I hooked up with N.W.A. and started makin'Funky hype lyrics for your system

Might sound nice so it makes you wanna listen

To a sample of a ruthless organization

But you don't want a confrontationReal G's don't play

Yella, Eazy, me and my homeboy Dre

Yo, always makin' sure that my beat is steady bumpin'

Because I'm alwayz into somethin'Yo, because I'm in it for life from the beginnin', I'm stackin'

Now everybody wanna jackin'

I'm watchin' a softy, punk strong as coffee

A brother like that best to back up off meYo 'cuz these are the days and the times of the real G

You cross me, you gettin' tossed, see

And that's on the real because I'm known to get ill

Again and again, so tell 'em what's up, RenIf I'm not into nothin' I don't feel like

So I get my boys and we roll, yo, the goin' starts to lurk us at night

Because I never can see myself sittin' in a cell

With the crimers too tragic it couldn't make bailSo now they gotta hold me

And listen to rehabilitation over and over, sayin' they told me

But I don't really care 'cuz I know my music's pumpin'

Now Ren is alwayz into somethin'