Intro Comp-ton Comp-ton Comp-ton Real muthaphuckkin g's... Real muthaphuckkin g's... Real muthaphuckkin g's... Verse one...
(bad mutha) [verse 1] Turn up the radio, better yet the phonograph And i'ma school...
(intro) See,not long back when i was seventeen When i walk in the jam Suckers...
[m.c. ren] Well it be the real niggaz back With that hard street shit Bitch...
[Eazy-E] Yo Dre where's the goddamn drum machine? [Dre] Aw shit I left the muthafucka...
You've got red shoes, and the sports car You think...
Future you, future me You make the whole damn day...
My skin creeps I'd like to sleep World get up...
No android dreamt of victoria or tube station allergens Just...
Everybody's talking 'bout a new beginning A new place to...
It's cold outside And the paints peeling off of my...
Turn your head off, turn the nusic up Dont't let...
Ice cold, heart stone You want fresh meat, but i...
Picture me, on a postcard Picture me, on a magazine...
On heavenly sunday as he touches your insides He said...