Appetite For Destruction (West Coast Classics) lyrics

[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
I got a taste for waste and a taste and a blood
Murder I heard her when she screamed the "Drop!"
'Cause her son caught the slug
Relate this to no choice
And listen to this straight-up man before they ban the voice
While I rhyme to the rhythm of a pop
Remember the first n*gga that runs is the first to get shot
Whoever said that what I say and portray is negativity
Need to come kick it in the city with me
And find the black and crack de fact
And take that sh*t back
'Cause they don't wanna f*ck with that
There's too many n*ggas they're tryin' to calm
If mothaf*ckaz could get it, nobody would've f*ck with it
Appetite for destruction
For him to get a bit more sh*t he gotta commit
Murder in the first degree and manslaughter
Takin' the life of his wife and young daughter
A whole city of b*tches that look sucked up
And the n*ggas is killin', it's straight f*cked up
Whoever sayin' what I'm sayin is for greed
Then I ain't even what they're tryin' to feed
My appetite for destruction

"You guys know who I'm talkin' to"
[Verse 2: MC Ren]
The appetite is tremendous, so I'm gonna spin this
Drop up some violence because they ask me to end this
Some trouble that I cought 'cause I was noisy
A n*gga tried to take advantage because of the kamikaze
He took a swing for my head, thought I was faded
Start runnin' for the door but the f*cker never made it
The sound of the 9 went bang
And all over the wall was his mothaf*ckin' brain
'Cause I'm a n*gga you can't sleep on
So set the alarm, 'cause I hit like a mothaf*ckin' bomb
I do damage with the 9 in my hand
But the average n*gga that don’t know me don’t understand
I'm from the streets, so therefore
You know I don't care for a sucker that ain't down
With the real n*ggas, the n*ggas, the n*ggas
Yo, and after when the sh*t gotta go ain't even sober
Any time that the 9 wanna leave
I got a .38 hidden up the sleeve
And it's ready to go to war 'cause that's what it's here for
I shoot down a million n*ggas and shoot one more
And that's the million and one, they couldn't hang with the appetite, 'cause they wasn't rappin' right
So I had to destroy whoever was standin' in my presence
For f*ckin' up the essence – appetite for destruction

[Interlude]
"Cops put a hurtin' on yo' ass, man
You know, they really degrade you
White folks don't believe that sh*t
They don't believe that cops degrade you
[Imitating white person] Oh come on, those people, those people are resisting arrest."
[Verse 3: Eazy-E]
Check it out, y'all, in the house, y'all
So I can show and flow and let the people know
So won't you ease on down to the yellow brick road
To Compton, but first let me tell you somethin'
I possess the 10 commandments of the hip-hop thugsta
Known as the thief and murderer
First one – honor thy n*gga with an attitude
Gotta get respect or break your mothaf*ckin' neck
Second one – always gotta f*ck out of wedlock
I like it when the pus*y goes snap, crackle and pop
Number three – I'm a gangsta fanatic
I smoke any fools tryna 'cause some static
Number four – here's what's in store
A crazy-ass n*gga that remains hardcore
Fifth one – my kill has just begun
I pull out my gun, that'll keep me on the run
Step six – hmmm, it's kinda tricky
Can't forget that I'm mothaf*ckin' chicken-sh*t
To the ones who tries to play the E
By the time you get to seven, you'll be six feet deep
Number eight – make no mistake
Move real sneaky and you're bound to catch your prey
Ninth one – I gotta be raw
f*ck any brainwashin' man-made law!
Last but not least, I must be real
Number ten – is my appetite to ki–