H.W.A. - The Conflict lyrics

[Verse 1]

Motherfuck, 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

Bitch, motherfucker, goddam bi

Get out your tissue, 'cause I'm a make your ass cry

Yeah, I called you a bitch, and you know it, too

Pimple faced sucker, fuck you!

You don't get no respect from your own damn crew

So what the fuck you want from my hoe troop?

They call you a pussy, a punk, and a fag

So a hoe put a label on your sissy ass

[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 motherfucking E

He says he's a woman beater, but he's not a pussy eater

Hold on for a second while I sip on my 2 liter

Motherfuck the art of sucking dick

That little ass nigga suck a hell of a clit

My panties hit the ground, his head went down

Stuck his tongue up my pussy 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 pussy, and licking my pearl

I'm running my fingers through his Jerry Curl

The goddam shit was all in my nails

It was sticky and gummy, with a fucked up smell

The curl activator made me sick

I'm just wondering if he curled the dick?

Now Ren, you're a sad ass case

A black motherfucker with an ugly face

Hard capping around like you're getting some ends

You can't pull a bitch 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 ass 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 ass is strange, it's not quite right

You proved it to me by fighting a bitch that night

You picked up a chair, and bashed her head

Had it been me, your ass'd been dead

Throwing a nose, called your ass 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 shit

Try to come back with that old ass rap

Fuck the police, boy your ass should be slapped

You need to take lessons from a pimp producer

Dre, you ain't nothing but a motherfucking loser

[Chorus]

[repeat and fade]