100 miles and runnin'
par Dr Dre
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You don´t really think you´re gonna get away, do you?
We haven´t spotted them yet -
But they´re somewhere in the immediate vicinity.
A 100 Miles and Runnin´.
MC Ren, I hold the gun and
You want me to kill a mutherfucker and it´s done in.
Since I´m stereotyped to kill and destruct -
Is one of the main reasons I don´t give a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
´Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin´ jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
We´re not alone, we´re three more brothers, I mean street-brothers.
Now wearin´ my dyes, ´cause I´m not stupid, mutherfuckers.
They´re out to take our heads for what we said in the past.
Point blank - They can kizz my black azz.
I didn´t stutter when I said "Fuck Tha Police".
´Cause it´s hard for a nigga to get peace.
Now it´s broken and can´t be fixed.
´Cause police and little black niggers don´t mix so
Now I´m creepin´ through the fall.
Runnin´ like a team. Well, see, I might have slayed y´all.
So for now pack the gun and
Hold it in the air.
´Cause MC Ren has a 100 Miles of Runnin´...
Into this news. Four fugitives are on the run.
FBI sources tell us that the four are headed
100 miles to their homebase, Compton.
Lend me a mutherfuckin´ ear.
So I can tell you why...
Runnin´ with my brothers, headed for the homebase.
With a steady pace on the face that just we raced.
The road ahead goes on and on.
The shit is gettin´ longer than the mutherfuckin´ marathon.
Runnin´ on but never runnin´ out.
Stayin´ wired and if I get tired, I can still try out.
Hitchhikin´ if that´s what it gotta do.
But nobody´s pickin´ up a Nigga Witta Attitude.
Confused...
Yo, but Dre´s a nigga with nuthin´ to lose.
One of the few who´s been accused and abused
Of the crime of poisonin´ young minds.
But you don´t know shit til you been in my shoes.
And Dre is back from the C - P - D
Droppin´ some shit that´s D - O - P - E.
So fuck the P - O - L - I - C - E!
And any mutherfucker that disagrees.
Stuck and runnin´ hard, hauling ass.
´Cause I´m a nigga known for havin´ a notorious past.
My mind was slick - my temper was too quick.
Now the FBI´s all over my dick.
Got us tick and runnin´ just to find the gun that started the clock.
That´s when the E jumped off the startin´ block.
A 100 Miles from home and,yo, it´s a long stretch.
A little sprintin´ mutherfucker that they won´t catch.
Yeah, back to Compton again.
Yo, it´s either that or the Federal pen.
´Cause niggas been runnin´ since beginning of time.
Takin´ a minute to tell you what´s on my mutherfuckin´ mind.
Runnin´ like I just don´t care.
Compton´s 50 miles but, yo, I´mma get there.
Archin´ my back and on a straight rough.
Just like Carl Lewis I´m ballin´ the fuck out.
From city to city I´m a menace as I pass by.
Rippin´ up shit just so you can remember I´m
A straight up nigga that´s done in, gunnin´ and comin´
Straight at yo ass.
A 100 Miles and Runnin´...
This one goes out to the four brothers from Compton.
You´re almost there, but the FBI has a little message for you:
"Nowhere to run to, baby. Nowhere to hide."
Good luck brothers.
Runnin´ like a nigga I hate to lose.
Show me on the news but I hate to be abused.
I know it was a set-up.
So now I´m gonna get up.
Even if the FBI wants me to shut up.
But I´ve got 10 000 niggas strong.
They got everybody singin´ my "Fuck Tha Police" song.
And while they treat my group like dirt,
Their whole fuckin´ family is wearin´ our T-shirts.
So I´mma run til I can´t run no more.
´Cause it´s time for MC Ren to settle the score.
I got a urge to kick down doors.
At my grave like a slave even if the Ren calls.
Clouds are dark and brothers are hidin´.
Dick-tricklin´ at the sunny mutherfucker´s are ridin´.
Started with five and, yo, one couldn´t take it.
So now there´s four ´cause the fifth couldn´t make it.
The number´s even - now I´m leavin´.
We´re never gettin´ took by a bitch with a weave in.
Her and the troops are right behind me.
But they´re so fuckin´ stupid, they´ll never find me.
One more mile to go through the dark streets.
Runnin´ like a mutherfucker on my own two feet.
But you know I never stumble or lag last.
I´m almost home so I better haul ass.
Tearin´ up everything in sight.
It´s a little crazy mutherfucker dodging the searchlight.
Now that chase, the shit, is done and
Four mutherfuckers goin´ crazy with
A 100 Miles of Runnin´!
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
Surprise, niggas!
We haven´t spotted them yet -
But they´re somewhere in the immediate vicinity.
A 100 Miles and Runnin´.
MC Ren, I hold the gun and
You want me to kill a mutherfucker and it´s done in.
Since I´m stereotyped to kill and destruct -
Is one of the main reasons I don´t give a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
´Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin´ jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
We´re not alone, we´re three more brothers, I mean street-brothers.
Now wearin´ my dyes, ´cause I´m not stupid, mutherfuckers.
They´re out to take our heads for what we said in the past.
Point blank - They can kizz my black azz.
I didn´t stutter when I said "Fuck Tha Police".
´Cause it´s hard for a nigga to get peace.
Now it´s broken and can´t be fixed.
´Cause police and little black niggers don´t mix so
Now I´m creepin´ through the fall.
Runnin´ like a team. Well, see, I might have slayed y´all.
So for now pack the gun and
Hold it in the air.
´Cause MC Ren has a 100 Miles of Runnin´...
Into this news. Four fugitives are on the run.
FBI sources tell us that the four are headed
100 miles to their homebase, Compton.
Lend me a mutherfuckin´ ear.
So I can tell you why...
Runnin´ with my brothers, headed for the homebase.
With a steady pace on the face that just we raced.
The road ahead goes on and on.
The shit is gettin´ longer than the mutherfuckin´ marathon.
Runnin´ on but never runnin´ out.
Stayin´ wired and if I get tired, I can still try out.
Hitchhikin´ if that´s what it gotta do.
But nobody´s pickin´ up a Nigga Witta Attitude.
Confused...
Yo, but Dre´s a nigga with nuthin´ to lose.
One of the few who´s been accused and abused
Of the crime of poisonin´ young minds.
But you don´t know shit til you been in my shoes.
And Dre is back from the C - P - D
Droppin´ some shit that´s D - O - P - E.
So fuck the P - O - L - I - C - E!
And any mutherfucker that disagrees.
Stuck and runnin´ hard, hauling ass.
´Cause I´m a nigga known for havin´ a notorious past.
My mind was slick - my temper was too quick.
Now the FBI´s all over my dick.
Got us tick and runnin´ just to find the gun that started the clock.
That´s when the E jumped off the startin´ block.
A 100 Miles from home and,yo, it´s a long stretch.
A little sprintin´ mutherfucker that they won´t catch.
Yeah, back to Compton again.
Yo, it´s either that or the Federal pen.
´Cause niggas been runnin´ since beginning of time.
Takin´ a minute to tell you what´s on my mutherfuckin´ mind.
Runnin´ like I just don´t care.
Compton´s 50 miles but, yo, I´mma get there.
Archin´ my back and on a straight rough.
Just like Carl Lewis I´m ballin´ the fuck out.
From city to city I´m a menace as I pass by.
Rippin´ up shit just so you can remember I´m
A straight up nigga that´s done in, gunnin´ and comin´
Straight at yo ass.
A 100 Miles and Runnin´...
This one goes out to the four brothers from Compton.
You´re almost there, but the FBI has a little message for you:
"Nowhere to run to, baby. Nowhere to hide."
Good luck brothers.
Runnin´ like a nigga I hate to lose.
Show me on the news but I hate to be abused.
I know it was a set-up.
So now I´m gonna get up.
Even if the FBI wants me to shut up.
But I´ve got 10 000 niggas strong.
They got everybody singin´ my "Fuck Tha Police" song.
And while they treat my group like dirt,
Their whole fuckin´ family is wearin´ our T-shirts.
So I´mma run til I can´t run no more.
´Cause it´s time for MC Ren to settle the score.
I got a urge to kick down doors.
At my grave like a slave even if the Ren calls.
Clouds are dark and brothers are hidin´.
Dick-tricklin´ at the sunny mutherfucker´s are ridin´.
Started with five and, yo, one couldn´t take it.
So now there´s four ´cause the fifth couldn´t make it.
The number´s even - now I´m leavin´.
We´re never gettin´ took by a bitch with a weave in.
Her and the troops are right behind me.
But they´re so fuckin´ stupid, they´ll never find me.
One more mile to go through the dark streets.
Runnin´ like a mutherfucker on my own two feet.
But you know I never stumble or lag last.
I´m almost home so I better haul ass.
Tearin´ up everything in sight.
It´s a little crazy mutherfucker dodging the searchlight.
Now that chase, the shit, is done and
Four mutherfuckers goin´ crazy with
A 100 Miles of Runnin´!
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
Surprise, niggas!
