alwayz into somethin lyrics

The year is 1991, N.W.A. back on the streets, yo
Takin' out all you commercialized suckers
And we on this laid back track
And we doin' this, well kinda smooth
So what you gonna do, Dre?

Kick it and so on, let the beat flow on
Because I need somethin' to go off on
The one and only D R E servin' a death wish
So I'ma hit you like this

Early in the mornin', hop into the B E N Z
I got 44 ways of gettin' paid
Sittin' in my lap as I roll off the Compton blocks
To scoop up Ren, I heard shots

1, 2, 3, then I see Ren
Hop in the fence and with a 45 inside his hand
He ran to the Benz, got in and said
"Dre, I was speakin' to your girl, O'Shea?

And as we roll on, I seen the patrol on Crip
So we got ghost before they beat
Me and Ren in the black C E, yo
Humpin' some funky tracks by the D O C

I gotta get paid, paid in a hurry, see
I gotta have it, if I'm not paid thoroughly
I start takin', makin' sure the money steady comin'
Because I'm alwayz into somethin'

I heard a dope beat, somebody told me to go through it
But if Dre didn't do it, I can't flow to it
N.W.A. is like a mix, a hard time
And hard rhymes in the same line

You're takin' a chance when you think that
Talkin' under your breath won't lead to young death
Takin' a life ain't nothin' but a killin'
For a brother labeled as bein' a young black villain

But you don't know me, a record can't tell ya
How so many pray that I be just another faliure
Real G's ain't about fakin' but takin'
I hooked up with N.W.A. and started makin'

Funky hype lyrics for your system
Might sound nice so it makes you wanna listen
To a sample of a ruthless organization
But you don't want a confrontation

Real G's don't play
Yella, Eazy, me and my homeboy Dre
Yo, always makin' sure that my beat is steady bumpin'
Because I'm alwayz into somethin'

Yo, because I'm in it for life from the beginnin', I'm stackin'
Now everybody wanna jackin'
I'm watchin' a softy, punk strong as coffee
A brother like that best to back up off me

Yo 'cuz these are the days and the times of the real G
You cross me, you gettin' tossed, see
And that's on the real because I'm known to get ill
Again and again, so tell 'em what's up, Ren

If I'm not into nothin' I don't feel like
So I get my boys and we roll, yo, the goin' starts to lurk us at night
Because I never can see myself sittin' in a cell
With the crimers too tragic it couldn't make bail

So now they gotta hold me
And listen to rehabilitation over and over, sayin' they told me
But I don't really care 'cuz I know my music's pumpin'
Now Ren is alwayz into somethin'