H.W.A. - The Conflict lyrics

(Verse 1) Motherf**, 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 bu*t, 'cause that's how you like it Rather than mine, Eazy or Dre's Yella, you're a bi, and you go both ways b**h, motherf**er, goddam bi Get out your tissue, 'cause I'm a make your a** cry Yeah, I called you a b**h, and you know it, too Pimple faced s**er, f** you! You don't get no respect from your own damn crew So what the f** you want from my hoe troop? They call you a p**y, a punk, and a f*g So a hoe put a label on your sissy a** (Chorus) Contagion, confusion and chaos Miss me with that The Conflict, Conflict The Conflict, Conflict (2X) (Verse 2) Now let me tell you about a lying MC He goes by the name of Eazy motherf**ing E He says he's a woman beater, but he's not a p**y eater Hold on for a second while I sip on my 2 liter Motherf** the art of s**ing dick That little a** n***a s** a hell of a clit My panties hit the ground, his head went down Stuck his tongue up my p**y and he couldn't hear a sound But then again, you know I wasn't bothered 'Cause all I said was s** it harder, s** it harder He was s**ing my p**y, and licking my pearl I'm running my fingers through his Jerry Curl The goddam sh** was all in my nails It was sticky and gummy, with a f**ed up smell The curl activator made me sick I'm just wondering if he curled the dick? Now Ren, you're a sad a** case A black motherf**er with an ugly face Hard capping around like you're getting some ends You can't pull a b**h 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 a** there just to fill a space Because they needed that look of a monster face (Chorus) (4X) (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 a** is strange, it's not quite right You proved it to me by fighting a b**h that night You picked up a chair, and bashed her head Had it been me, your a**'d been dead Throwing a nose, called your a** 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 sh** Try to come back with that old a** rap f** the police, boy your a** should be slapped You need to take lessons from a pimp producer Dre, you ain't nothing but a motherf**ing loser (Chorus) (repeat and fade)