Straight Up - Paula Abdul

Wake your punk ass up for the 93 shot MC Eiht's in the motherfuckin house. gyeah And it ain't nothin but a compton thang y'all And we ain't nuttin but niggaz on the run And this goes out to my niggaz. gyeah A fucked up childhood, is why the way I am It's got me in the state where I don't give a damn, hmm Somebody help me, but nah they don't hear me though I guess I'll be another victim of the ghetto Ain't no escapin, cause I'm way too young Pops is dealin, and on top of that got moms sprung Scheamin off the top, pops never figured That he'd go down by the hands of another nigga Now my pops is gone and that ain't no good Got to follow in the foot steps of the homies from the hood And where's the role model? Niggaz putting brew in my fuckin baby bottle! Damn, and through all the motherfuckin pain They done drove my moms in-sane So I guess I gotta do work so I ain't finished I grow up to be a streiht up menace, gyeah Uhh, come on y'all Now I'm of age, and livin in the projects Gettin paid off the clucks and the county checks I'm Fil-ia fresh outta high school, never did I wonder That the motherfuckin hood would take me under Gyeah, I'm kickin it with the homies and they got the straps Off to the corner store, owned by the fuckin {Japs} See a bitch in the right lane so I comes with the mack Astro Bam pulls a motherfuckin jack from the back Now he's got the strap to my homie's head See him play that shit cool, and don't be a fool! He shot my nigga in the fuckin head I caught one in the shoulder, if I didn't run I was dead Now I'm layin in the hospital bed Thinkin about them punk motherfuckers and my eyes is bloodshot red Gyeah motherfuckers, I ain't finished Be on the look-out for the streiht up menace, gyeah Uhh, whassup y'all Streiht up menace . damn! Really. Streiht up menace . damn! I'm in too deep I done killed a motherfucker and I just can't sleep One-Time's tryin to do a smooth, creep And on top of that Niggaz after me for fuckin one of they hood rats I ain't got time for the fuckin bitch's story Niggaz want me gotta come to my territory And ain't no "You Can Get the Fist" Niggaz come, and they get done on they own risk What is it all about? Should I leave or should I stay cause I don't wanna punk out Oh what should I do? The homies say "The hood's where it's good, homeboy, I thought you knew" So in the process to show the hood my best No time to react, caught two in the chest Now look who's down, I guess I'm finished I go out like a streiht up menace, gyeah Uhh, come on y'all Streiht up menace . damn! And on and on I guess we outta here Peace to my niggaz on the run And it ain't nuttin but streiht up menaces, damn! Just like I said before y'all It ain't nuttin but a compton thang And MC Eiht's in the house for the 93 shot And this one's for the niggaz, gyea

Just a bunch of poor boys, daddy's girls Children of the corn field Tryna turn a shift job into a dollar bill We wear them muddy boots Stay true to how we're raised Ain't nothin' bout us fake You know we're straight out of that dirty south Dirty roads, nobody got no money Got them shined up pickup trucks Whistlin' at them honies From the country, yes sir You know we're straight out of that long week work At night, everybody wanna party All night long, bonfire on the back 40 In the middle of nowhere, ain't nobody leavin' here Til we're straight out of cold beer, straight out of cold beer Just a bunch of John Deere junkies Gettin' funky to some old Hank Nothin' been stuck in the mud that we can't Hook up to a rusty chain in the summer or in the rain Yeah, it's a kind of thing You know we're straight out of that dirty south Dirty roads, nobody got no money Got them shined up pickup trucks Whistlin' at them honies From the country, yes sir You know we're straight out of that long week work At night, everybody wanna party All night long, bonfire on the back 40 In the middle of nowhere, ain't nobody leavin' here Til we're straight out of cold beer, straight out of cold beer You know we're straight out of that dirty south Dirty roads, nobody got no money Got them shined up pickup trucks Whistlin' at them honies From the country, yes sir You know we're straight out of that long week work At night, everybody wanna party All night long, bonfire on the back 40 In the middle of nowhere, ain't nobody leavin' here Til we're straight out of cold beer, straight out of cold beer

Yeah! When I'm out in N.Y. boy it's blunts and phillies When I'm out in L.A. boy it's wraps and swishes Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shit Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shit I'm in my Lambo maggot, my 44 faggot Doors lift up I'm like Go Go Gadget See the shit I got on, homey I hate too My teflon arm brought my government issues I'll hit your vertebrae bullets rip through tissues Your wife on the futon huggin that skitzo Homey you a bitch you got feminine ways Heard you got four lips and bleed for seven days I got fo' fifths and bananas on the K's And got more whips than a runaway slave Me and Yayo go back like some high top fades When I made fifty mill, Em got paid When I made sixty mill, Dre got paid When I made eighty mill, Jimmy got paid I ain't even gotta rap now life is made Said I ain't even gotta rap, I'm filthy man I'm laughin Straight To The Bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha) I'm laughin Straight To The Bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha) I'm laughin Straight To The Bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha) I'm laughin Straight To The Bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha) I'm laughin I see nothin but hundred dollar bills in the bank roll I got the kind of money that the bank can't hold Got it off the street movin bundles and loads Seventy Three Caprice old school when I roll Breeze pass with the EZ Pass fuck the toll No more platinum I'm wearin gold I'm internationally known as the kid with the flow That brings enough dough it's never enough dough Shit I need mo' I need shit out the sto' Baby blue was cold fresh out the flo' Stashbox by the dashbox incase they want war Make the purple bring the green in fuck the law I'm oh so raw, I'm hot I'm sure I'm like the coolest motherfucker around the globe boy I set the club on fire I told ya I'm the general salute me soldier I'm laughin Straight To The Bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha) I'm laughin Straight To The Bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha) I'm laughin Straight To The Bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha) I'm laughin Straight To The Bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha) I'm laughin Now work it out now, shorty work it out, work it out I wanna see you, break it down Now back it up now, you know what I'm about It's like a bank job I'm rentin them out Now work it out now, work it out, work it out Now work it out now, work it out, work it out

There's no reason There's no compromise Change in seasons Living the high life I don't know you So don't freak on me I can't control you You're not my destiny Straight out of line I can't find a reason Why i should justify my ways Straight out of line I dont need a reason You don't need to lie to me I'll confess this you're my tradgety I paid you to rest this As fast as you turned on me Gone for ever Vanished the memories This face of pleasure Are masked by your misery Straight out of line I can't find a reason Why i should justify my ways Straight out of line I don't need a reason You don't need to lie to me Lie to me Straight out of line I can't find a reason Why I should justify my ways Straight out of line I don't need a reason You don't need to lie to me Lie to me

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع