Dr. Dre Album

This is dedicated ta da niggaz dat been down from day one
Welcome to Death Row
Like we always do about this time
Ha ha ha yeah
9-2's
Death Row Records
Creepin' while ya sleepin'
Niggaz wit attitudes
Naw low
Niggaz on a muthafickin' mission
What up niggaz and niggetz
That crazy-ass nigga'z back
In da muthafuckin' hizzales
The notorious Comptin G
D.R.E.
Here's a solo tip
Fuck da muthafoes
What up Dre
Yeuh
Drop da cronic plates on yo ass be-ach
Westcoast flavor
Niggaz dat talk shit
Get delt wit real quick
So if you wanna take a trip to da row
Let a nigga like Snoop Doggy Dogg know
Protected by niggaz wit big dicks, A.K.'s, and 187 skills
So if it's mushy testers
We can handle it in da streets nigga
Fuck makin' records
Yeah
G's up hoes down
If dat bitch can't swim
She bound da drizzound
Peace to my nigga Drizzae
Another platinum hit nigga
Peace to da D.O.C.
Still make it funky enough
And Death Row records is in full muthafuckin' afizzel
Oh Yeah
P.S. Fuck Mr. Warkentatoo
A.K.A. Jerry and Easy
Sincirly yours
Deez muthafuckin' millhouse
I don't love Easy
I don't love Jerry
I don't love niggaz records
Frankly I don't love Dogg and Dr. Dizzle
But you know what I whant you da do for me
Very easy
Check this shit out right here
I want y'all ta put deez brizzoes
In ya jizzoes
And walk um like a strizzoe
Tell me what ya sizzoe
Yeah
Y'all know what
Fuck all y'all
Fuuck y'all
And Dr.
He's Death Row nigga
You better ask somebody
You really better ask somebody
Yeah nigga
You'ze a penguin lookin' muthafucka!

f/ Snoop Doggy Dogg

Yeah, hell yeah, knowhatI'msayin, yeah

[Verse One: Dr. Dre]
Mista Busta, where the fuck ya at?
Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat
Your dick on hard, from fuckin your road dogs
The hood you threw up with, niggaz you grew up with
Don't even respect your ass
That's why it's time for the doctor, to check your ass, nigga
Used to be my homey, used to be my ace
Now I wanna slap the taste out yo mouth
Make you bow down to the row
Fuckin me, now I'm fuckin you, little ho
Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide
Let me ride, just another homicide
Yeah it's me so I'ma talk on
Stompin on the 'Eazy'est streets that you can walk on
So strap on your Compton hat, your locs
And watch your back cause you might get smoked, loc
And pass the bud, and stay low-key
B.G. cause you lost all your homey's love
Now call it what you want to
You fucked wit me, now it's a must that I fuck wit you

[Break One: Dre]
Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm talkin about
We have your motherfuckin record company surrounded
Put down the candy and let the little boy go
You knowhatI'msayin, punk motherfucker
(**We want Eazy, we want Eazy**)

[Verse Two: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Doggy Dogg's in the motherfuckin house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Death Row's in the motherfuckin house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
The sounds of a dog brings me to another day
Play, with my bone would ya Timmy
It seems like you're good for makin jokes about your jimmy
But here's a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not like
I heard she was the 'Frisco dyke
But fuck your mama, I'm talkin about you and me
Toe to toe, Tim M-U-T
Your bark was loud, but your bite wasn't vicious
And them rhymes you were kickin were quite bootylicious
You get with Doggy Dogg oh is he crazy?
With ya mama and your daddy hollin' Bay-Bee
So won't they let you know
That if you fuck with Dre nigga you're fuckin wit Death Row
And I ain't even slangin them thangs
I'm hollin' one-eight-seven with my dick in yo mouth, beotch

[Break Two]
Yeah nigga, Compton and Long Beach together on this motherfucker
So you wanna pop that shit get yo motherfuckin crranium cracked nigga
Step on up. Now, we ain't no motherfuckin joke so remember the name
Mighty, mighty D-R. Yeahhh, MOTHERFUCKER!

[Verse Three: Dre and Snoop]
Now understand this my nigga Dre can't be touched
Luke's bendin over, so Luke's gettin fucked, busta
Musta, thought I was sleazy
Or though I was a mark cause I used to hang with Eazy
Animosity, made ya speak but ya spoke
Ay yo Dre, whattup, check this nigga off loc
If it ain't another ho that I gots ta fuck with
Gap teeth in ya mouth so my dick's gots to fit
With my nuts on ya tonsils
While ya onstage rappin at your wack-ass concerts
And I'ma snatch your ass from the backside
To show you how Death Row pull off that whoride
Now you might not understand me
Cause I'ma rob you in Compton and blast you in Miami
Then we gon creep to South Central
On a Street Knowledge mission, as I steps in the temple
Spot him, got him, as I pulls out my strap
Got my chrome to the side of his White Sox hat
You tryin to check my homey, you better check yo self
Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself, MOTHERFUCKER

[Outro]
Yeah, nine-deuce
Dr. Dre, dropin chronic once again
It don't stop, Punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like
Doggy Dogg in the motherfuckin house
Long Beach in the motherfuckin house
Compton style nigga, straight up, really doe
Breakin all you suckaz off somethin real proper like
YouknowhatI'msayin?
All these sucka ass niggaz can eat a fat dick
Yeah, Eazy-E Eazy-E Eazy-E can eat a big fat dick
Tim Dog can eat a big fat dick
Luke, can eat a fat dick

Verse One

Creepin' down the back street on Deez
I got my glock cocked cuz niggaz want these
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine
ya wanna make noise, make noise
I make a phone call my niggaz comin' like the Gotti boys
bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
with their fuckin heads cut off, motherfucker i'm Dre
so listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day
rollin' in my '4 with 16 switches
And got sounds for the bitches, clockin' all the riches
Got the hollow points for the snitches
So would you just walk on by, cuz I'm too hard to lift
and no this ain't Aerosmith
It's the motherfuckin D-R-E, from the CPT
on a ryhmin' spree, a straight G
Hop back as i pop my top ya trip
I let the hollow points commence to POP POP POP
yeah, cuz if it don't stop
I have to put my shit in reverse go back and take anothers stop
Cause I'm (Rollin in my six-fo')
with all the niggaz sayin

Chorus:

Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
with all the niggaz sayin
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride

Verse Two

just another motherfuckin day for Dre so I begin like this
No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists it's just
that gangster glare, with gangster raps
that gangster shit, that makes the gang of snaps, uhh
word to the motherfuckin streets
and word to these hyped ass lyrics and dope beats, that I
hit ya with that I, get ya with
as I groove in my four on deez, hittin the switches
bitches relax while I get my proper swerve on
bumpin like a motherfucker ready to get my serve on
but before I hit the dope spot
I gotta get the chronic, the Reme Martin and my soda pop
Now I'm smellin like indo-nesia
bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers
on my dick, cause my four on hit
pancake front and back, side to side and all that shit
So when I crawl I comes correct
Now, if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check nigga
Now let the Chevrolet slide
As I dip a nigga trip to the south side, yeah
(Rollin in my six-fo') with all the bitches sayin

Chorus

Verse Three

Check this out
The sun went down when I hit Slausson
on my way to the strip, now I'm just flossin
Checkin my rearview, cause niggaz they will do
jack moves, black fools cause I smack fools
Try to set me up for a two-eleven
Fuck around and get caught up in a one-eight-seven
but I don't represent no gangbang
Some niggaz like lynchin but I just watch them hang
so on, and so-on, why don't you let me roll on
I remember back in the dayz when I used to have to get my stroll on
Didn't nobody wanna speak; now everybody
peepin out they windows when they hear me beatin up the streets
Is it Dre? Is it Dre?
That's what they say, every single motherfuckin day, yo
But I ain't trippin I'm just kickin it
While my deez keep spinnin and these hoes keep grinnin I'll be
(Rollin in my six-fo') With everybody sayin

Chorus: to end

f/ Daz, RBX, Snoop Doggy Dogg

(I'ma say this and I'ma end mine
If you ain't down, for the Africans here
in the United States, period point blank..
If you ain't down for the ones that suffered in South Africa
from apartheid and shit
Devil you need to step your punk ass to the side
and let us brothers, and us Africans, step in
and start puttin some FOOT, in that ass!!)

"Break 'em off somethin" (repeat 8X)

Chorus: Snoop Doggy Dogg (repeat 2X)

I got my finger on the trigger so niggaz wonder why
But livin in the city it's do-or-die

[Daz]
Dem wonder why me violent and no really understand
For de reason why me take me law, in me own, hand
Me not out for peace and me not Rodney King
De gun goes - click, me gun goes - bang
Dem riot in Compton and dem riot in Long Beach
Dem riot in L.A. cause dem no really wanna see
niggaz start to loot and police start to shoot
Lock us down at seven o'clock, barricades us like Beirut
Me don't show no love cause it's us against dem
Dem never ever love me cause it's sport to break dem
and kill, at my own risk, if I may
to lay, to spray, with my AK, and put it to rest

Interlude: (*female reporter*)

(Yes we have
There have been riots, ahh uh, rioting
Well I don't wanna say rioting
but there's been looting downtown
But right now Bree, what I want to show you is
they have started fires down at the end of the street)

[All] How many niggaz are ready to loot?
[Snoop] Yeah, so what you wanna do?
[Dre] What you wanna do?
[All] I said how many niggaz are ready to loot?

"Got myself a Uzi and my brother a 9" --> KRS-One

(That's what they told us today
In other words, you still a slave
No matter how much money you got, you still ain't shit)

[Dr. Dre]
Sittin in my living room, calm and collected
Feelin that gotta-get-mine perspective
cause what I just heard, broke me in half
and half the niggaz I know, plus the niggaz on the Row is bailin
Laugh now but cry much later
Ya see when niggaz get together
they get mad cause they can't fade us
Like my niggaz from South Central, Los Angeles
They found that they couldn't handle us
Bloods, Crips on the same squad
with the Ese's help and nigga it's time to rob and mob
(And break the white man off somthin lovely, biddy-bye-bye
I don't love dem so dem can't love me)
Yo, straight puttin it down gettin my scoot on
It's jump in off in Compton so I gots to get my loot on
and come up on me some furniture or somethin
Got a VCR, in the back of my car
that I ganked from the Slausson Swap Meet
And motherfuckers better not try to stop me
Cause they will see that I can't be stopped
cause I'ma cock my Glock and pop til they all drop

Interlude: (*female reporter, then male reporter*)

(Yes on the videotape we seem to have the
ahh, people in the crowd throwing things at the officers)

(And swinging at them as well, as a result
A young woman there, you see took a swing
at at an officer with some object in her hand)

[All] How many niggaz are ready to move?
[Snoop] Yeah, so what you wanna do?
[Dre] What you wanna do?
[All] I said how many niggaz are ready to move?

"Got myself a Uzi and my brother a 9" --> KRS-One

Chorus

[RBX]
One-Time trigger happy, no nigga love
One-eighty-seven time, time to grab the glove
Can't get prints on a nine I throw away
or get prints on my Uzi when it spray
POP POP, POP, another motherfucker drop
And I get relief like, "plop plop fizz"
Smash, I crashed his head like a window
I ain't Nintendo, I'm high off the indo
Creepin, with the quickness, to the cut
Bust, one to his head, while he munches on a donut
and crack-up, so now he best to back up
I guess I gots to pack up, filling, the clip up
I zip up-town, but motherfuckin cops are all around
Helicopters flyin, these motherfuckers tryin
to catch me and stretch me on Death Row
But hell no, suppose black refuse to go??

Interlude: (*male reporter*)

(This is now coverin a very, very wide area of Los Angeles
where these fires have been, aah, ignited
I mean, from here to the, aah
to the South end of South Central is a long way

"Break 'em off somethin" (repeat 8X)

[Daz]
The outcome of this is destruction, so them all fall
Niggaz don't give a fuck, so them bust and them fall
The, description of three blacks
shows no justice, so, pick up it's your right
If you riot again, me, turn the other cheek
We, be too many, me got, me nine to my side
So me bust, flick, cause he don't give a fuck
and me don't give a fuck
And all my problems end with that BUCK BUCK

[Snoop Doogy Dogg]
Blak blam, blam til dem fall
Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg, biddy-bye
Dr. Dre, him bust gun shots
Diggity Daz and RBX, dem bust gun shots
Come again!

f/ Snoop Doggy Dogg

[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
One, two, three and to the fo'
Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the do'
Ready to make an entrance, so back on up
(cause you know we're bout to rip shit up)
Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble
Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble
Ain't nuttin but a G thang, baaaaabay!
Two loc'ed out niggaz so we're craaaaazay!
Death Row is the label that paaaaays me!
Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade this (Hell yeah!)
But uhh, back to the lecture at hand
Perfection is perfected, so I'ma let em understand
from a young G's perspective
And before me dig out a bitch I have to find a contraceptive
You never know she could be earnin her man
and learnin her man -- and at the same time burnin her man
Now you know I ain't with that shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it
(YEAH!) And that's realer than Real-Deal Holyfield
And now you hookers and hoes know how I feel
Well if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk
I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff

[Dr. Dre and Snoop]
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
[S] Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom

[Dr. Dre]
Well I'm peepin, and I'm creepin, and I'm creep-in
But I damn near got caught, cause my beeper kept beepin
Now it's time for me to make my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and strap on your seatbelt
You never been on a ride like this befo'
with a producer who can rap and control the maestro
At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick
You know, and I know, I flow some ol funky shit
to add to my collection, the selection
symbolizes dope, take a toke, but don't choke
If you do, you'll have no clue
on what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do

[Dr. Dre and Snoop]
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this
[D] And who gives a fuck about those?
[S] So just chill, til the next episode

{*funky sample break*}

[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Fallin back on that ass, with a hellafied gangsta lean
Gettin funky on the mic like a old batch of collard greens
It's the capital S, oh yes I'm fresh, N double-O P
D O double-G Y, D O double-G, ya see
Showin much flex when it's time to wreck a mic
Pimpin hoes and clockin a grip like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it don't quit
I think they in the mood for some motherfuckin G shit
(Hell yeah!) So Dre (Whattup Dogg?)
Gotta give em what they want (What's that, G?)
We gotta break em off somethin (Hell yeah!)
And it's gotta be bumpin (City of Compton!)

[Dr. Dre]
It's where it takes place so when asked, yo' attention
Mobbin like a muh'fucker, but I ain't lynchin
Droppin the funky shit that's makin the sucka niggaz mumble
When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, they all crumble
Try to get close, and your ass'll get smacked
My motherfuckin homie Doggy Dogg has got my back
Never let me slip, cause if I slip, then I'm slippin
But if I got my Nina, then you know I'm straight trippin
And I'ma continue to put the rap down, put the mack down
And if you bitches talk shit, I'll have to put the smack down
Yeah, and you don't stop
I told you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I tock
But I'm never off, always on, to the break of dawn
C-O-M-P-T-O-N, and the city they call Long Beach
Puttin the shit together
Like my nigga D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better"

[Dr. Dre and Snoop]
Like this, that and this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this
[D] And who gives a fuck about those?
[S] So just chill, til the next episode

{*funky sample break*} -> repeat 3X

f/ Daz, Nate Dogg, Snoop Dogg, Warren G

{*dial tone, then numbers being dialed*}

[Warren G]
Let me call this old bitch, see what this bitch doin
{*mumbling*} Call this bitch, raggedy-ass, shit man

[Some Gal] Hello?
[Warren G] Whassup?!
[Some Gal] Nothin, whatchu doin?
[Warren G] Nuttin, just kickin it
[Some Gal] Are y'all done?
[Warren G] Nah, whatchu gon' do today?
[Some Gal] Umm.. pick up my stuff from the cleaners
[Some Gal] Might go get my nails done
[Warren G] Seriously
[Some Gal] Why whassup?
[Warren G] Ay did did did whats-a-name done get at you yesterday?
[Some Gal] Who?
[Warren G] {*singing*} Deeez nuuuts!
[Some Gal] Aw shut up nigga!

[comedy skit]
"I wanna ask you one question
If I had some nuts, hangin on the walls, what did I have honey?"
I said, "Darling you'd have some walnuts."
She said, "Well.. daddy if I had some nuts
on my chest, would those be chestnuts?"
I said, "Hell yes!"
She said, "Well daddy if I had nuts under my chin
would those be chin-nuts?"
I said, "Hell no bitch you'd have a dick in your mouth!" {*echoes*}

Chiggie check
[Andre] Microphone, check one
Chiggie check
[Andre] Microphone, check two
Chiggie check
[Andre] Microphone, check three
[Snoop] Check game from the no-torious Compton G

[Dr. Dre]
Back with some shit that gots to bump
As you pull up in the park you pops the trunk
Just to floss it like a motherfuker, clownin an' shit
Got the Dana's on your hooptie and your fly-ass bitch
Throw off, go off, show off, I take that hoe
If she proper, I'ma pop her, the hole hopper
It's back on the track
With big money, big nuts, and a big fat chronic sack

[Snoop]
So Daz, step up on they ass
And give these motherfuckers a blast from the past

[Daz]
Diggidy Daz out of the cut with some shit that I wrote
With my nigga D-R-E, so you know I must be dope
But uh, rat-tat-tat-tat that ass
Startin static with Dre, make way for the AK
that I bring as I slang like cavi
Not from Kris Kross but they call me Mac Daddy
Had he, not known about the city I'm from
Long Beach, tic tac, grab your gat, watch your back
Here I come, stompin in my kahki suit
B.G. from the hood, kinfolk Eastwood
God damn, I ripped up, flipped up, and skipped up
on top of things as they swing towards my ding-a-ling

[Snoop]
But could you raise up off his nuts?
Cause Dr. Drizze's about to rizzip shit up

Chiggie check
[Andre] Microphone, check one
Chiggie check
[Andre] Microphone, check two
Chiggie check
[Andre] Microphone, check three
[Snoop] You're tuned to the sounds of the D-R-E

[Dr. Dre]
Now check me out, it's back to the old school
Where the niggaz get they strap on, don't nobody cap on
Slap on some D-R-E
Or some funky ass shit by the D-O-double-G-Y D-O-double-G
Real G's who drop ki's
Protect these, N-U-T's, so nigga please
Peep out my manuscript
You'll see that it's a must I drop gangsta shit (BE-OTCH!)
So recognize game from the gangsta
Thangs will remain the same until I change 'em

[Snoop]
It's real easy to see
So you can check sounds from Nate D-O-double-G

[Nate Dogg]
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street...
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street...
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street...
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street
I heard you wanna fuck with Dre
You picked the wrong motherfuckin day
Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow
Let me know if you think you can fade Death Row
I heard you wanna fuck with Dre
You picked the wrong, motherfuckin day
Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow
Let me know if you think you can fade Death Row

I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street...
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street...

Wake up, jumped out my bed
Hung in a 2 man cell wit my homie Lil 1/2 Dead
Murder was the case that they gave me
Dear God, I wonder can you save me
I'm only 18, so I'm a young buck
It's a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm getting stuck
But that's the life of a G, I guess
Ese's way deep, shanked two in they chest
Bests run 'cause brothers is dropping quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another nigga
Bouncing off the walls, throwing them dogs
Getting a rep as a young hog
It ain't nuttin like the street life
Betta be strapped wit yo clip, cuz ain't no fist fight
So I guess I gots ta handle mine
Since I did the crime, I gots ta do my time

Chorus:

Lil' ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto streets
What'cha gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility

Verse Two: Dr. Dre

Now, I'm 'trolling the dove, sitting on swoll
27 years old, off on parole, stroll
I'm back up on my feet wit my mind on the money
That I'm making as soon as I touch the street
Things done changed but it's alright
Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right
But it ain't no thing to me
Cause now I'm what they call a loced-assed O.G.
The little homies from the hood wit grip
are the ones I get with cause I'm down to set-trip
Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so what'cha wanna do
Didn't know we had a 22
Straight sitting behind his back
I'm grab his pockets and then I heard six caps
I fell to the ground wit blood on my hands
I didn't understand
How a nigga so young could bust a cap
I use to be the same way back
I guess that's what I get (for what)
For trying to jack them little homies for they bread

Chorus

Verse Three: Snoop Doggy Dogg

Something for the real OG's to get wit
Some facts, made our made, now you wanna run and play
Like every single day, really doe
You know me, I'm the smooth macadamien, gaming them for my homie
No need to be uncalm if you pack right
And learning just enuff to keep your sack right
Late nights, I wonder what they getting fo'
Early morning on the corners, what they hitting fo'
Seven young G's put they serve down
In a jeep ride, east side what they swerve now
Not thinking about what's really going on
Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone
I spent 4 years in the county wit nutting but convicts around me
But now I'm back at the pound
And we expose ways for the youth to survive
Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's right
So make all them ends you can make
'Cause when you're broke, you break, check it out
So ain't no need for your mama to trip
'Cause you's a hustling ass youngsta, clocking your grip

Chorus

Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun

44 reason come to mind
Why you motherfuckin brothers' hard to find
He be walkin on the streets and fuckin with mine
Stupid punk can't fuck with a mastermind
See I never take a step on a Compton block
or LA without the AK ready to pop
Cos them punk motherfuckers in black and white
Ain't the only motherfuckers I gots to fight
I thinks it's better to be retellin the facts than cuffed up
and jacked and fucked up
What you niggas lookin at? You goin
goddamn! Cos it's the city
and for you to survive a nigga gotta be a gangsta
And I'm a nigga you can't remove
Took out a lot of motherfuckers for tryin to prove
To their homies that they can hang by dealin with me
But once again in the end they D-E-A-D
I never did time on a murder yet
Cos I relax and back, do a job and jet
Yo I know you understand my flow
So here we go with Death Row
Come let a motherfucker know

Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun

D-R-E
A motherfucker who's known for carryin gats
and kick raps that make snaps
Adapts to anything violent that I'm located at
If you see me on the solo moves best believe that I'm strapped
4-4, .tre-8 or AK-47
Cos slowly but surely send you on a stairway to heaven
Just put my finger on the trigger and pull back
and lay a punk motherfucker flat
As he wonder what popped before he got popped
I told you I was Dre and you know it don't stop
Now I know you understand my flow
So here we go with Death Row
Come let a motherfucker know

Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun

I breaks em off, I breaks em off yeah
I breaks em off, I breaks em off yeah
I breaks em off but I ain't speakin about between the thighs
I'm talkin about cockin a gauge in between your eyes
That'll make you drop to your knees cos you realise
that a gat will make any nigga civilised
Old buster ass nigga talkin bullshit
Don't know that I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with
Get lit or hit up by the doctor
A nigga that breaks em off proper-ly
Real G so doubt it
I'm the one who's doin it while these other niggas talk about it
And if motherfuckers come at me wrong
I straight put my .44 Desert Eagle to his motherfuckin dome
And show him why they call me the notorious one
The name's Dre Eastwood when I'm packin a gun
You don't believe me, well step up and give it a try
And if you die youse a buster cos real niggas don't die
But some still don't hear me though
You're too near me not to hear me, nigga yo
So now you know

Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin gun

hey man, don't you know
in order for us to make this thing work
we gotta get rid of the pimps, and the pushers, and then start
all over agian clean
NIGGAZ you crazy!

Once again
the mighty Death Row organization commitin' mass murder
and we ain't askin for shit, nigga we takin'
it, so Dre, BLAST they ass nigga
Rat-tat-tat-tat late at night with my gat
on the streets of LA
wonderin' where the pussy at
staright for ya, looking for a hoe
hangin' out, rollin in my '64
16 swicthes for the niggaz in my hood
17 shells so i make it understood
stay back, lay back, way back in the cut
ya come outside nigga ya gettin' fucked up
but i told ya, Creep, Creep ya best move
like Luthor Vadros, fuckn' up the west coast
i'm right back up in ya when ya nut
1-2-3 nut, from the D-R-E but
this is for the hoes that i used to know
when i didn't have my '64 and a lot of doe
i keep ya this and like that
and i...
Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
rat-tat-tat-tat tat ta tat like that, and i..
never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
rat-tat-tat-tat tat ta tat like that, and i...
Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back

Ohh wait, that's that nigga that owe ya that grip
ya,t ehre that fool is
break him off proper then
what's up, what's happinin' ?
i'm the man
nigga you delinquent, can i get those in?
nigga, pay this nigga here
[i ain't got yo money]
well, yo, check this out, nigga
what's up *slaps around some guy that owes them money*
what's up?
what's up?
ya motherfucker
[i'll be back though, i'll be back]
ya, you ain't never comin' back
Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
yeah nigga
Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and i..
never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
[chorus]


Creepin and peepin' and i can get with these
the chronic, slangin' fat keys from my block
and it don't stop
tell me where ya wanna go
to the strip
or take a trip bawlin' with the row
my shit off in ya system
indo smoke in ya lungs, like that
and you can lift it, on, and a fist a bomb
takin' away like hell at Veitnam
California, back in and on a mission, makin a point
ain't no fuckin' competition
they wish they was a runnin' up in reality
CPT, CAL my locality
it's strage how i re-arange and change the buisness
by droppin' shit like this
dope, ya can't cope with the real
i peal, in the penatentaries, and when i kill it goes...
rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and i... never hesitate to put a nigga on his
back
[chourus]

Straight up, now you niggaz know where my homey's comin' from
so quit the chit-chat, before ya find yourself flat on your biz-out, fool
it's 9-duce, Dr Drizzay, is sittin on Tizzart! it don't stop
treartin' buster's like a punk ass kizzart!
BEEEYYACHH!

[No lyrics]

f/ Kurupt, The Lady of Rage, RBX

"This.. should be played at high volume
Preferably.. in a residential area"

[The Lady of Rage]
Now I'ma kick up -- dust, as I begin to bust
on the wick-wack, fucked up suckers ya can't trust
When I kick up, I lick up, ya face get smacked up
when I rack up, so all you motherfuckers just pack up
or get slapped with the swiftness
If you think you're swift with the gift Merry Christmas
Now stuff that in your stockin
I'm knockin em out the box 'n'
knockin em out their socks 'n', cause Robin is rockin
Breakin em down to the -- slab
Takin em down on their -- ass
Now what you wanna do, ya wanna battle, uhh?
Send you up shit creek without a motherfuckin paddle
Rattle -- that brain, I'm not that same ol' plain Jane
Roll on you like a boulder, you're nothin more than a grain
or a pebble, take it from the real rap rebel
Not Bushwick Bill but I can take it to 'That Other Level'
You think you got pull then pull it, uhh!
I got the trigger so I figure you'll bite the bullet
then bite the dust and wipe the fuss
Do what I must, and what I must - is bust
the bubble, or choose some trouble, for you
So skip to my Luger, Lady of Rage is comin through

{*cut n scratch* "Some cool shit" 2X*}
{*"Boo-yaa! Spittin out buckshots" -> B-Real*}

[Kurupt]
I fears no one, I makes em cool off like a polar cat
Lynchin, as a hit, misses the roll of dice
Pushin packs to make a profit
Diggy dope duck on the topic so stop and gimme my props, kid
I'm livin large like a fat bitch
So get back, bitch, I'm hard to bogart, for the faggots
This young black kid, a mercenary, merciless
Murderin millions of niggaz so who's first to diss
They say I'm bad so you'll find none worse than this
Chewin motherfuckers up like a Hershey Kiss
Put to sleep, lovin the lyrics I leave in the minds of each
Roogh when flex, too complex, wrecks your mental piece
So feel the wrath, nigga, I rip in half niggaz
You're quick to talk shit, I whoop your ass nigga
Then watch me blast, nigga, cause I'm the last nigga
you wanna fuck wit, so up your cash, nigga
I make em stagger, I'm skanless as Jimmy Swaggart
I'm a good tracker, scopin your girl then watch me tag her
Pullin steel like a stunt
Sewn like an ID card, nigga, no needs to front, so
here to torment I put track on crack
And I'm strapped wit a semi-tone milli-ten Mac
Yo, I breaks em off, I breaks em off, chief
Deadly as Jason on Friday the 13th

{*"A to the motherfuckin K*" -> Cypress Hill}

[RBX]
Back in the days, niggaz they use to scrap
but now in ninety-two, niggaz they pull they strap
cause umm, police dem come wicked and dem shoot
niggaz, so niggaz retaliate and start to loot
Execute, boot, stompin
Black soldier, here to teach and mould ya
The innovator, dominator, narra-rator
R-B to the motherfuckin X -- flex wicked
Stylee me, bump and be found and do bleed by a
maniac, with a gat
See nowadays niggaz is like that
I pull my trigger back, the bullets go
BO! BO! BO! Now I'm on Death Row
Fuck it, niggaz goin wild
Everynight they shoot, it's like Bei-rut
Maybe you should get a teflon vest for your chest
anytime steppin through my hood
But that'll do you no good
One slug to your face, no haste
you're gettin smoked like wood
Nasty nigga bloody pumps face flat
on the concrete, here comes the white sheet
Mr. Coroner, cocked with some yellow tape
but, the murderers escape
Audi like 5 G's
Lyrical gangbang but it's just a G thang

f/ Daz, The Lady of Rage, RBX

[Dr. Dre]
Yo yo whassup man? Yo man gimme some of that old..
gangsta ass shit, y'knahmsayin?
Some shit I can just kick back
and smoke a fat-ass joint to, y'knahmsayin?
Ehehehahahahtchktchk
Hell yeah! Know what I'm talkin about?
I like that old gangsta shit
Cause you know it's a lot of niggaz out there
woofin all that bullshit talkin bout they got this and got that
Talkin louder than a motherfucker but ain't sayin shit
Heh.. y'knowhatI'msayin?

{*Lady of Rage vocals in the background while Dre speaks:
"Come come come again, come come come again, get wit da wickedness" (6X)
"Come.. come.. come.. come.. come.. come.. get wit da wickedness"
"Come come come again, come come come again, get wit da wickedness" (4X)*}

[Dr. Dre]
Yeah nigga I see your lips quiverin
but you ain't sayin a motherfuckin thang
But my niggaz, I got my niggaz in the motherfuckin he-ouse
and they gon' tell you what's REALLY goin on
Got my motherfuckin nigga RBX -- definitely in this motherfucker
I got my nigga Daz in this motherfucker
Ready to kick some real shit, knahmsayin?
And that lil' shit you hear in the background -- that's my homegirl Rage
So RBX kick this shit

[RBX]
Seven execution style murders
I have no remorse cause I'm the fuckin murderer
Haven't you ever heard of a killer?
{***LOUD EXPLOSION***} I drop bombs like Hiroshima
So now I walk around strapped
One-time bust they caps and watch niggaz collapse
Snap! Adapt to this, but you need no adapter
This is just the first chapter
in a book from a crook
You get caught slippin, yo' ass gots ta die
Nigga, tell me what the fuck you figure?
Trigger, happy RBX to cap ya
PUMP PUMP, and I can't wait to bust a round
PUMP PUMP, my hollow point smacks the clown
Cause what I said split his head
And now they got me runnin from the Feds
But I refuse to go alive
It's kill or be killed, that's how real niggaz survive
I'm high powered!

[Daz]
Yeah!
It's Daz that mass-murderin motherfucker
So what you feel like you wanna get caught up?
Fool you better recognize
Death Row came to chastise
So if you cross the Row
Remember the first name is Death
No love for the other side

Yes may I help you

Hello I had a 12 o' clock appointment with Dr. Dre

Well Dr. Dre is with another patient right now
Would you like to reschedule

Reschedule um it must be a mistake
I must see him I had a 12 o'clock appointment

No it's no mistake
Look Dr. Dre is with another patient either you can wait or reschedule

Look I understand all of that

No apparently you don't understand

You know I'm a working person and

And I work too

Just where is Dr. Dre
I need to see him

Well open up the door and you'll see his big dick fuckin somebody

::Moaning::
Give it to me
Give it to me
::Moaning::

f/ Bushwick Bill, Tha Dogg Pound

[Intro: Bushwick Bill]
Yes.. it is I says me..
And all who agree.. are more than three, cause they we.. (*laughter*)
Yes.. yo! I'm in the house now for sure
Because I wanna talk about the hearts of men
who knows what evil lurks within them
But let's take a travel down the blindside
And see what we find on this... path... called...

[Verse One: Kurupt]
Stranded on Death Row, so duck when I swing my shit
I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits
The gangsta type, what I recite's kinda lethal
Niggaz know, the flow that I kick, there's no refill
I'm murderin niggaz, yo, and maybe because of the tone
I kicks when I grip the mic and kick shit niggaz can't fuck with
So remember I go hardcore, and slam
Nuff respect like a sensei, ba-bash like Van Damme
So any nigga that claim they bossin
What don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slausson
Take a walk through the hood, and we up to no good
Slangin on things like a real O.G. should
I'm stackin and mackin and packin a ten so
When you're slippin, I slip the clip in, but ain't no set-tripppin
Cause it's Death Row, rollin like the mafia
Think about whoopin some ass, but what the fuck stoppin ya?
Ain't nathin but a buster
I'm "Stranded on Death Row" for pumpin slugs in motherfuckers
Now you know you're outdone, feel the shotgun
Kurupt inmate cell block one

[Verse Two: RBX]
No prevention from this lynchin of sorts
Your're a victim, from my driveby of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to fail
Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braile
From the lunatic, I'm death like arsenic
When I kick a wicked raps, Dr. Dre will hit the scratch
With treachery, my literary form will blast
And totally surpass the norm
Not a storm, plural, make it, many storms
When I'm vexed, I fly leg necks and arms
In this dimension, I'm the presenter
And the inventor, and the tormentor
Deranged, like the Hillside Strangler
MC mangler, tough like Wrangler
I write a rhyme, hard as concrete
Step to the heat and get burned like mesquite!
So what you wanna do?
The narrator RBX, cell block two

[Verse Three: The Lady of Rage]
Rage, lyrical murderer; "Stranded on Death Row"
And now I'm servin a - lifetime sentence
There'll be no repentence
Since it's the life that I choose to lead I plead guilty
On all counts let the ball bounce where it may
It's just another clip into my AK
Buck 'em down with my underground tactics
Facts and stacks of clips on my matress -
bed frame there's another dead, bang
Layin lame put to shame, who's to blame?
Me, the Lady of Rage, a woman comin
from the D-E-A-T-Hin, R-O-W takin, no shit
So flip and you're bound to get dropped
It's 187 on motherfuckers don't stop
Handcuffed as I bust there'll be no debate
It's Rage, from cell block eight

[Verse Four: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Aiyyo steppin through the fog and creepin through the smog
It's the number one nigga from the hood Doggy Dogg
Makin videos, now I stay in Hollywood
Bustin raps for my snaps now they call me Eastwood
Dre is the Dr. and my homey little nigga
Warren G is my hand and my hand's on the trigga
Shootin at the hoes with the game that I got
Sent to Death Row cause I wanted to make a grip from servin my rocks
And I'm still, servin for mines, peace
to my motherfuckin homies doin time
In the pen and the county jail
Mobbin with your blues on, mad as hell
And you say yeah fuck the police
And all the homies on the streets is all about peace
And it's drivin the cops crazy
But ain't nuttin but a black thing bay-bee, uhhh
{*Snoop starts singing*}
Uhh I'm not flaggin, but I'm just saggin
I betcha don't wanna see the D-O double G
And you can't see, the D-R to the E
Or my motherfuckin homey D.O.C.
You know you can't fuck with my motherfuckin DJ
That's my homey and we call him Warren G
{*Snoop stops singing*}
Yeah, and you don't stop
Doggy Dogg break 'em down with the motherfuckin Dogg Pound
That's the only way we'll beat 'em man
We gotta smoke 'em, then choke 'em like the motherfuckin peter man
It's like three and to the two and two and to the one
Cell block four peace Doggy Dogg's done

[Outro: Bushwick Bill]
Yo, now you know the path I'm on
You think you're strong, see if you can travel on
Cause only the weak, will try to speak
Those who are quiet, will always cause riots
There's three types of people in the world
Those who don't know what happened
Those who wonder what happened
And people like us from the streets that MAKE things happen!

[Dr Dre]
Cannabis Sativa
Or in the heart of LA known as the cronic
Not to be confused with the bionic
Even though it does cost six million dollars
Maaan Understaaand
AH HA HA
Now we working with some new improved shit on this track
Nevertheless not no stress
Sucka ass niggas
So now we gona move on and uh
Light a big fat one up for the world
And hit this
Once or twice and you'll be twice as nice get it
This is the cronic ah ha ha ha (play that motherfucker out there nigga)

[Chorus]
Make my bud the cronic
I wants to get fucked up
Make my shit the cronic
I gots to fire it up
I want the bomb I want the cronic
I gots to get fucked up
Make my bud the cronic
Before I take it home

[Dr Dre]
Daamn my last joint
Don't fuck with me fool
Who got the dub sacks
Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooeeeeee
This shoutin a motherfucker maan (you can take it or leave it nigga)
But I need a spliff right now (roll this shit up then nigga)
And I don't want no *SESS* brother
Its got to be the cronic know what I mean nigga
Yeah thats the cronic thats the cronic thats the bomb boy
Now get me motherfuckin zig-zag we straight (yeah nigga I got some)
Or better yet, a muthafuckin' blunt (I got that shit)
A Philly blunt that is

[Chorus 2x]

[Dr Dre]
God dam Im fucked up
(Im fucked up to)
That shit ain't no joke
Ohh shit no I want no more I want shit
Just leave me alone
Just let me chill out and listen to this shit
I'm high

[Dr Dre (over chorus 2x)]
Thats fucked up
What they put in this weed
That's why they call this shit cronic
??? Dam Dam Shit
Fucked up fucked up
Fucked Crazy oh fucked up
Really really though
now im callin a motherfucker
That shit that shit that shit's crazy
I'm high dam

[Dr Dre]
Ohhh I made to fuck some shit up now baby
(You can come on and fuck me up)
Hmm Hmm triple cheeseburger some fries
Motherfuckin couple sodas
some apple turnovers and all that old shit nigga
????? Im ready to get my ??? on that indo smells good as a motherfucker to
I want it no more that shits not to be fucked with
Nice to be fucked with
Im high oh nigga you pass that to somebody else
Nigga Im through for the night
Really though really though nigga
That's some fools gona buy this motherfucker
No nigga don't be trying to pass me that shit nigga Im I told you Im cool
Oh madness
(Ha I got another dub sack nigga ha ha ha)

f/ Snoop, Daz, Kurupt, Jewell

Snoop:
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks...

chorus: Snoop (2X)
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick
Get's the fuck out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run...

Dr. Dre
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night
Tight than a mutharfucka with the gangsta beats
And we was ballin' on the muthafuckin' Compton streets
Peep, the shit got deep and it was on
Number 1 song after number 1 song
Long as my muthafuckin' pockets was fat
I didn't give a fuck where the bitch was at
But she was hangin' with a white bitch doin' the shit she do
Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or 2
And the few ends she got didn't mean nothin'
Now she's suing cuz the shit she be doin' ain't shit
Bitch can't hang with the streets, she found herself short
So now she's takin' me to court
It's real conversation for your ass
So recognize and pass to Daz

Daz:
Now as i'm rollin' with my nigga Dre and Eastwood
Fuckin' hoes, clockin' dough up to no good
We flip flop and serve hoes like flap jacks
(Snoop: But we don't love them hoes) Bitch, and it's like that
This is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow
Ya run up in them hoes and grab the cash
And get your dash on
While you're chillin', with your homies and shit
And how my niggaz kick the anthem like this
(Snoop: BEEEYYAAACHHH!)

(chorus)

Kurupt:
...To the store, to get me a 4-0
Snoop Doggy Dogg paged, that must mean more hoes
So I head down the street to long beach
Just so i could meet, a freak
To lick me from my head to my feet
And I'm here, now I'm ready to be done up
Nothin' but homies around so I puts my gun up
Bitches on my nuts like clothes
But i'm from the pound and we don't love them hoes
How could you trust a hoe? (Snoop: Why?(echoed 3X)
Cuz a hoe's a trick
We don't love them tricks (Snoop: Why?(echoed 3X)
Cuz a trick's a bitch
And my dick's constantly in her mouth
And turnin' them trick ass hoes the fuck out
Now...

Snoop:
I once had a bitch named Mandy May
Used to be up in them guts like everyday
The pussy was the bomb, had a nigga on sprung
I was in love like a muthafucka lickin' the protung
The homies used to tell me that she wasn't no good
But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood
So I figure niggaz wouldn't trip with mine
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back to the muthafuckin' county jail
6 months on my chest, now it's time to bail
I get's released on a hot sunny day
My nigga D.O.C. and my homey Dr Dre
Scooped in a coupe, Snoop we got news
Your girl was trickin' while you was draped in your county blues
I ain't been out a second
And already gotta do some muthafuckin chin checkin
Move up the block as we groove down the block
See my girl's house, Dre, pass the glock
Kick in the do', I look on the flo'
It's my little cousin Daz and he's fuckin' my hoe, yo
(Bitches ain't shit)
I uncocked my shit...I'm heart-broke but I'm still loc'ed
Man, fuck a bitch!

(Chorus)

Jewell:
(Dr. Dre in background "Bitches ain't shit")
I don't give a fuck about a bitch
But i and her know that they can't fade this
Cause i'm doin my own thingdown with the swang
I'm hangin' with Death Row like it ain't no thing
I say you know can't deal
Cuz I'm a btich that's real
Motherfucker need to step back, hell yeah
They need to chill
Because I don't give a fuck
And I don't give a fuck (x3)

And now I gotta do some...
And now I gotta do some shit that's clean
But when I'm on a dick, hell yeah, I get real mean
Like a washing machine
I can wash the clothes
All the hoes knows
That i'm on the flo' ho
But they can't hang with my type on swang
I ain't tryin' to say I suck every ding-a-lang
But just the juicy ones
Witht he tip of the tongue
And then their sprung
With the nuts hung
(Dr. Dre: Bitches ain't shit)