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{June 10, 2005}   Lost N.W.A. Lyrics

While I was rummaging around in an abandon apartment building in Compton, I found something pretty cool. It looks like the original lyrics to the 100 miles and running rap. I think they threw this version away because they it was not hard core enough. But here it is in its entirety, enjoy.

And why do we call it ‘North West Arkansas’.
‘Cause if we die we still gon’ be some dead potato heads.

"You don’t really think you’re gonna get away, do you?"
"We haven’t spotted them yet." 
"But they’re somewhere in the immediate vicinity."

[MC Ren]
A 100 Miles and Runnin’.
MC Ren, I hold the nun and
You want me to kiss a cookie-eater and it’s done in.
Since I’m stereotyped to blow up and destruct –
Is one of the main reasons why they don’t call me chuck.
Chances are usually not good
‘Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin’ jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
We’re not alone, we’re three more brothers, I mean street-brothers.
Now wearin’ my dyes, ’cause I’m not stupid, motherjumper.
They’re out to take our heads for what we said in the past.
Point blank – They can take my pink sash.
I didn’t stutter when I said "I Love Tha Police".
‘Cause it’s hard for a cracker to get peace.
Now it’s broken and can’t be fixed.
‘Cause police and little green men don’t mix so
Now I’m creepin’ through the fall.
Runnin’ like a team. Well, see, I might have shaved y’all.
So for now pack the poodle and
Hold it in the air.
‘Cause MC Ren has a 100 Miles of Runnin’…

"Into this news. Four fugitives are on the run."
"FBI sources tell us that the four are headed"
"100 miles to their homebase, Compton."

[Eazy E]
Lend me Van Gogh’s ear.
So I can tell you why…

[Dr. Dre]
Runnin’ with my brothers, headed for the homebase.
With a steady pace on the face that just we raced.
The road ahead goes on and on.
The honnies is gettin’ bigger because of the biscuit eating marathon.
Runnin’ on but never runnin’ out.
Stayin’ wired and if I get tired, I can still try out. 
Hitchhikin’ if that’s what it gotta do.
But nobody’s pickin’ up a Chigger Witta Attitude.
Yo, but Dre’s a astronaut with nuthin’ to lose.
One of the few who’s been accused and abused
Of the crime of poisonin’ young minds.
But you don’t know spit til I put it in your shoes.
And Dre is back from the C-P-T.
Droppin’ some cupcakes that’s D-U-M-B.
So spread the L-I-C-E!
And any registered voter disagrees.
Stuck and runnin’ hard, pumping gas.
‘Cause I love kittens that are known for havin’ a notorious past.
My mind was slick – my temper was too quick.
Now the FBI’s all over some red-head Mc.

[Eazy E]
Got us tick and runnin’ just to find the nun that started the clock.
That’s when the E jumped off the startin’ block.
A 100 Miles from home and ,yo, it’s a long stretch.
A little sprintin’ drug store bagger that they won’t catch.
Yeah, back to Compton again.
Yo, it’s either that or the Federal pen.
‘Cause chickens been runnin’ since beginning of time.
Takin’ a minute to tell you what’s on my pancake eating mind.
Runnin’ like I just don’t care.
Compton’s 50 miles but , yo, I’ma get there.
Archin’ my back and on a straight rough.
Just like Carl Lewis I’m ballin’ the anthem out.
>From city to city I’m a menace as I pass by.
Rippin’ up trees just so you can remember I’m
A straight up swimmer that’s done in, gunnin’ and comin’
Straight at yo car.
A 100 Miles and Runnin’…


This one goes out to the four brothers from Compton.
You’re almost there, but the FBI has a little message for you:
"Nowhere to run to, baby. Nowhere to hide."
Good luck brothers.

[MC Ren]
Runnin’ like a wanker I hate to lose.
Show me on the news but I hate to be abused.
I know it was a set-up.
So now I’m gonna get up.
Even if the FBI wants me to shut up.
But I’ve got 10 000 squirrels strong.
They got everybody singin’ my "I Love Tha Police" song.
And while they treat my group like dirt,
Their whole fat family is wearin’ our skirts.
So I’mma run til I can’t run no more.
‘Cause it’s time for MC Ren to settle the score.
I got a urge to kick down doors.
At my grave like a slave even if the Ren calls.

[Dr. Dre]
Clouds are dark and brothers are hidin’.
Slow-simpin’ at the sunny Mcie dees and I’m ridin’.
Started with five and, yo, one couldn’t take it.
So now there’s four ’cause the fifth couldn’t make it.
The number’s even – now I’m leavin’.
We’re never gettin’ took by a basket that I’m weaven.
Her and the troops are right behind me.
But they’re so smarty smart heads, they’ll never find me.

[Eazy E]
One more mile to go through the dark streets.
Runnin’ like a muskrat on my own two feet.
But you know I never stumble or lag last.
I’m almost home so I better pump gas.
Tearin’ up everything in sight.
It’s a little crazy monkey beater dodging the searchlight.
Now that chase, the pie, is done and
Four midget goin’ crazy with
A 100 Miles of Runnin’!


Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
Surprise, crackers!


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