Dr Dre - L.a.w. Lyrics
Artist: dr. dre presents shariefintro:It's like, it's like thisWord up, knowhuti'msayin? one time for your mind, y'knowi'msayin?Yo, from upstate to brooklyn, the whole borough's thoroughYou know the time, y'knowi'msayin?Crown heights, to all my niggas holdin it downIt's hardcore, b-boy rhymes just for you, y'knowi'msayin?(l-a-w, this might trouble you) this is sharief, y'knowi'msayin?Puttin it down for the aftermath like thisVerse one: shariefAs i inhale the blunt and take a sip off the yacMy rhymes come to life, my verbal forces attackCan't hold me back, i'm too strong, i waited too longFreestyle a whole rap tape then write a new songBeen in the game since...what? that shit is past tensePass the microphone and watch this nigga crack the cWith that ill shit, i came to kill shitI crack the code, must be the reason they reveal shitBut in this era of mayhemI recyc' the murderous rhymes to slay themTo all my opponents who wanna kick it, i sparkThe verbal scientist in your title, i'm walkin wit itA hundred dime pieces and the party got the heatersI shine my verbal styles and got niggas climbin on speakers, the thrillSeekersAn earthquake of bass lines swangin the party, i'm slangin the micLike a syllable shotty, sippin 40'sChorus:Check it out y'all, l-a-w's rawL.a.w., the lyrical assault weaponL-a-w, this might trouble youFor all the b-boys and all the b-galsCheck it out now, l-a-w's rawL.a.w., the lyrical assault weaponL-a-w, this might trouble youFor all the b-boys and all the b-galsVerse two: shariefBona fide b-boy, biceps' bionicBlast em back, okay let's get it startedOriginal rap styles comin from my shooterFifty niggas deep, i'm the ill kid recruiterPeople gather round, check my flowListen too, look take a peek, time for thought then you know (what theyKnow?)I build with skill, fulfill the drill and still then killYou couldn't stop the pain with benadrylToo many claim unnamed for fameOr be soft as baby tissue with no gun to aimI take a raptor's rough cuz i'lla date the semenSpectators be sayin they can't go where he wentThat's another level of attack (haa), bring your batsMy dj scratch the record like a scrotum sackI slice the rapper like a surgeonIf he wanna battle, i play him out like a priest in a turbanToo much tenacity, vocal capacityYa better take some notes, don't try to get on after meCuz i'm the chemical enemicalRhymes i say are definitely guaranteed to reach the pinnacleChorus:Check it out y'all, l-a-w's rawL.a.w., the lyrical assault weaponL-a-w, this might trouble youFor all the real players and all the fly girlsCheck it out now, l-a-w's rawL.a.w., the lyrical assault weaponL-a-w, this might trouble youFor all the real players and all the fly girlsVerse three: shariefFeelin the metronome click, my microphone's onIt's time to kiss sharief to performYa lukewarm, my degrees be uncharted in the centre of fight squareI rum brass knuckle rhymes *****in with crimesI'm natural as loaded dice, understandWhere no man survives, l.a.w. canTransform, i see it ain't even worth ya triggersI'm from the days when b-boys were straight earthin niggasStandin my arms crossed, toss a grenadeRein-force my zone as a lyrical barricadeYou better cuz your dome piece blownRelease chrome beats, nuclear missiles rhymes under my combThree strikes marks the villian bustin rhymesLike shots in sarajevo saturday night blood be spillinSome i slaughter such as *?two compel?* blowsCrush your corny kids caught stumblin on my shells, soSick, too quick, i stab you with some shitDoin infinite assault these hard lyrics i commitWhen i crush your lungs, i keep my pace uptempoSwingin my prison rhymes, *****in mics like a nymphoChorus:Check it out y'all, l-a-w's rawL.a.w., the lyrical assault weaponL-a-w, this might trouble youFor all the real hustlas across the worldCheck it out now, l-a-w's rawL.a.w., the lyrical assault weaponL-a-w, this might trouble youFor all the real hustlas across the world*repeat to fade*
