Above the Law, N.W.A - The Last Song lyrics

Yo, DOC - why don't you blaze that J?
Cause this is the Law House experience
So you know, it's gonna be some mega shit
So who is that?

KMG will never be a trick
Step up to the mic like a
Baller then I pimp this gift
And only I possess
I illustrated it way to get
This shit off my chest
I'm ghetto raise to amaze the crowd
It's quite simple
KMG has degrees from Uni of South Central
I'm a graduate, and it's all legit
From the pimpin' and ballin' and
All that good shit i have the mega thoughts
In which I speak in a slang
While I'm kicking it with the
G's from the Ruthless gang
Ain't nothin' changes but the weather
Like I said before
'Cause I'm livin' like hustlers
And I'm checkin' galore
Yo, I have to give it up to The DOC
A Ruthless brother, that's down with the KMG
So all hail to the niggas
That's turnin' it out and maybe then
I'll take the gun barrel out of your mouth

Knowledge, from one generation to another
Preserved, and then transmitted, get it?
Down the Ruthless way
You know what I'm saying? So what's up Dre?

Now I'm a swinger
I'm not a motherfuckin' singer
But I bring a
Melody that always seems to ring a
Bell as well, let's make it so you can tell
Yo, it's comin' from Compton
Where the ballers dwell
'Cause I'm Dre, the motherfuckin' doctor
Causin' propaganda
When I'm on the mic, I demand a
Little bit of time to express myself
On CD and wax
Kickin' the facts and it's like that
A nigga with a motherfuckin' attitude
You know the deal, kickin' some real shit
And if a sucker ever thinks he can get some
Yo, step off
I'm kickin' lyrics for the deaf and the dumb
But any occasion
Gettin' the bitches with the mega persuasion
Then my dick starts to make an invasion
But, yo, I can't go on
Because this is the end of my
Part on the last song

Real G from the streets
Villainous when he speaks
For all you bustas who can't deal
Give it up the real

Now when you see me, you're
Duckin' and slippin, yo, then you fell down
You fucked up and finally figured
Who was the cell down
Pullin' the pulls, crotchin' the bull
The weak motherfuckers were
Smellin' like shit
So I guess that they're full of it
And I love it when I dress like a crook
With a "I don't give a fuck" look
The Villain was somethin', I'm like a hero
Jackin' all the niggas with
Beef, off of relief, i mean the zeros
The rest of the 100 precent was
Sent to do what I say
NWA and ATL and we don't play
The Doc is doin' it oh so correctly
See, I broke it down for the
Ones who tried to check me
But I can't be checked, cause I'm the checker
When you see a nigga wrecked
Believe that I'm the wrecker
The right is for the fight
Then the left will attend
When doin' it wrong
MC Ren is on the last song

From a genius to temporary insanity
The gangster's dream
The bitches' fantasy, Ruthless
So now we've come to the pay off

One motherfuckin, two motherfuckin' three
It's the Hip-Hop thugster Eazy-E
So I grab the mic and then I clear my throat
First nigga kickin' lyrics in a straightcoat
It's Eazy for me to come off like this
So you can kiss my ass where the sunrays miss
Or just give me the pussy
Then I'll be straight
And if you don't, fuck it, I'll masturbate
(We wanna fuck you Eazy) yeah
You bitches scream
Now bow down and praise The
Lord for the wing ding
I got skill to deal and run game on bitches
You can tell that I'm sick
By the triple sixes
I hear voices in my head for what reason
But when the talkin' stops
(Gun Shot) it's drive-by season
So back the fuck off and give me respect
Now they're shippin' me off 'cause Eazy
Played with a half deck

Criminal in his thoughts
Murderous in his lyrics the notorious Cold

187, you know I gotta have it
Now being Above the Law is an everyday habit
If you think I drop some pimp shit, I ain't
Perhaps, I say a couple rhymes
To make the bitches faint
Now everybody wants to chill, ill and bill
Now what the fuck is the deal?
You need a nigga like me
To get the shit goin'
187 has got the ultimate flowin'
Now it's time, for me to go off like a maniac
Run up, for cover cause I'm on the attiznack
An untouchable player rolled up into one mind
87 reasons why fools stayin' in line
'Cause I ain't the average
Nigga behind the trigger
I lay and spray anything in my way
Cause I'm a boss player
For the streets of South Central
Believe what you want
But soon you'll eventually see
That ATL is straight to mega
Don't be surprised 'cause we
Played you like Sega
And as bodies keep droppin
You see me keep movin' on
Peace, I'm outta here
'cause this is the last song

Mega place, persuasion, that's from the House
Law House that is all graduates from USC
For those that don't know
It's the University of South Central

Yeah, you know that shit Law
Yo, this is Dr dre, ruthless Records is in
Full motherfuckin' effect
Droppin' shit that's goin' to hit
92 on the Richter Scale, boy

And yeah
This is Cooooooooooold 187Um in the place

Word up!

ATL definitely ranched y'all
Y'all brought it so y'all caught it

A dose to the Mega Flex
Yo, right about now we wanna give
A shout out to everybody
That helped put this
Motherafuckin' project together

Yeah, I'd like to give a shout
Out to my homie KMG yo, DJ Total K-Oss
Go-Mack With The Sack and Lay Law

And you know that
I wanna give a shout out to my
Homie MC Ren, Eazy-E the hip-hop
Thuggster, my homie DJ Yella
The DOC and Michel'le

Yo, shouts goes out to Donovan
Mike Holmes, Stan, Mike Sims
LA dre, you know, and to Jerry

And you know that, brand shit
Awww yeah, Mega thoughts, Law House
Definitely, gotta give a shout out to every
Record they kick it kind of soft
Law House, Hip-Hop

Break the City, Above the
Law, kickin' Lyrics, above the Law

West Coast is takin' this shit over

To the nineties, the nineties