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Song «100 Miles and Runnin'» von N.W.A..
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Veröffentlichungsdaten: 1990 08 14 (EP)
Label: Priority CDS 7224
Songwriter Lamont Dozier & Brian Holland & Eddie Holland & Gregory Hutchinson & Lorenzo Patterson & Eric Wright & Andre Young
Produktion: Dr. Dre & DJ Yella
Genre: Hip-Hop - Gangstarap - Eastcoast
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N.W.A.
Lamont Dozier
Brian Holland
Eddie Holland
Gregory Hutchinson
Lorenzo Patterson
Eric Wright
Andre Young
Dr. Dre
DJ Yella
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[Intro: FBI, MC Ren] "Catch those motherfuckers, catch them, catch them!" "Hey man, keep up, keep up, this way, come on man, hurry up!" "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" [Verse 1: MC Ren] A hundred miles and runnin' – MC Ren, I hold the gun and You want me to kill a motherfucker and it's done in Since I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct – It's one of the main reasons I don't give a fuck Chances are usually not good 'Cause I'm frisked with my hands on a hot hood And getting jacked by the you-know-who When in a black and white, the capacity is two But not alone, with three more brothers, I mean street-brothers Not wearing medallions, 'cause we're not stupid motherfuckers They're out to take our heads for what we said in the past Point blank, they can kiss my black ass I didn't stutter when I said "Fuck Tha Police" 'Cause it's hard for a nigga to get peace Now it's broken and can't be fixed 'Cause police and little black niggas don't mix, so – Now I'm creepin' through the fog Runnin' like a G, well see, I'm at a slight jog So for now, pack the gun, and Hold it in the air, 'cause MC Ren has 100 miles of runnin' [Interlude] "In today's news – four fugitives on the run FBI sources tell us that the four are headed 100 miles to their homebase: Compton [Break: Dr. Dre + Eazy-E] Lend me a motherfucking ear So I can tell you why [Verse 2: Dr. Dre] Running with my brothers, headed for the homebase With a steady pace and a face that just reads race The road ahead goes on and on The shit is gettin' longer than the motherfuckin' 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 Nigga Witta Attitude Confused! Yo – but Dre's a nigga with nothing to lose One of the few who's been accused and abused Of the crime of poisonin' young minds But you don't know shit 'til you been in my shoes Now Dre is back from the C-P-T Dropping some shit that's D-O-P-E So fuck the P-O-L-I-C-E! And any motherfucker that disagrees Stuck and runnin' hard, hauling ass 'Cause I've been a nigga known for havin' a notorious past My mind was slick – my temper was too quick Now the FBI's all over my dick [Verse 3: Eazy-E] Got the stick and running since they fired the gun that started the clock That's when the E jumped off the startin' block A hundred miles from home and, yo, it's a long stretch A little sprinting motherfucker that they won't catch Yeah! Back to Compton again Yo, it's either that or the Federal pen 'Cause niggas been running since beginning of time Taking a minute to tell you what's on my motherfuckin' mind Runnin' like I just don't care Compton's 50 miles, but yo – I'mma get there Arching my back and on a straight route Just like Carl Lewis, I'm balling the fuck out From city to city, I'm a menace as I pass by Ripping up shit, just so you can remember I'm– A straight-up nigga that's done in, gunnin', and comin' Straight at yo ass – a hundred miles and runnin' [Interlude] "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..." [Verse 4: MC Ren] Running like a nigga, I hate to lose Show me on the news, but I ain't to be abused I knew 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 niggas strong And got everybody singing my "Fuck Tha Police" song And while they treat my group like dirt Their whole fucking family is wearing our T-shirts So I'ma 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 rain pours [Verse 5: Dr. Dre] Clouds are dark and brothers are hiding Dick trickle at this honey – motherfuckers, I'm ridin' Started with five and, yo – one couldn't take it So now it's four 'cause the fifth couldn't make it The number's even – now I'm leavin' We're never getting took by a bitch with a weave in Her and the troops are right behind me But they're so fucking stupid, they'll never find me [Verse 6: Eazy-E] One more mile to go through the dark streets Running like a motherfucker on my own two feet But you know I never stumble or lag last I'm almost home, so I better haul ass Tearing up everything in sight It's a little crazy motherfucker dodging the searchlight Now that chasing shit is done, and Four motherfuckers going crazy with A hundred miles of runnin'! [Outro] "Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!" "Surprise, niggas!"