The Conflict-H.W.A

The Conflict - H.W.A [Verse 1] Mother*****, coming off soft Cover homes that's about to go off Like a rocket, like water in a socket But harder, like your dick Digging in them guts, better yet Stuck up the butt, 'cause that's how you like it Rather than mine, Eazy or Dre's Yella, you're a bi, and you go both ways *****, mother*****er, goddam bi Get out your tissue, 'cause I'm a make your a** cry Yeah, I called you a *****, and you know it, too Pimple faced sucker, ***** you! You don't get no respect from your own damn crew So what the ***** you want from my hoe troop? They call you a *****, a punk, and a fag So a hoe put a label on your sissy a** [Chorus] Contagion, confusion and chaos Miss me with that The Conflict, Conflict The Conflict, Conflict [x2] [Verse 2] Now let me tell you about a lying MC He goes by the name of Eazy mother*****ing E He says he's a woman beater, but he's not a ***** eater Hold on for a second while I sip on my 2 liter Mother***** the art of sucking d**k That little a** ni**a suck a hell of a clit My panties hit the ground, his head went down Stuck his tongue up my ***** and he couldn't hear a sound But then again, you know I wasn't bothered 'Cause all I said was suck it harder, suck it harder He was sucking my *****, and licking my pearl I'm running my fingers through his Jerry Curl The goddam sh*t was all in my nails It was sticky and gummy, with a *****ed up smell The curl activator made me sick I'm just wondering if he curled the dick? Now Ren, you're a sad a** case A black mother*****er with an ugly face Hard capping around like you're getting some ends You can't pull a ***** unless you're driving a Benz In case you didn't notice, down the way You're the unknown member of NWA They got your a** there just to fill a space Because they needed that look of a monster face [Chorus x4] [Verse 3] Hold up, I've got something else to say It's about this man they call Dr. Dre It was something about you I couldn't pinpoint But it came to me when I smoked that joint I know your a** is strange, it's not quite right You proved it to me by fighting a ***** that night You picked up a chair, and bashed her head Had it been me, your a**'d been dead Throwing a nose, called your a** out Michelle A, know what I'm talking about? No more lies is the name of that hit You're talking loud, but you ain't saying sh*t Try to come back with that old a** rap ***** the police, boy your a** should be slapped You need to take lessons from a pimp producer Dre, you ain't nothing but a mother*****ing loser [Chorus] [repeat and fade]