the chronic lyrics
Dr. Dre - the chronic


The Chronic (Intro)
Fuck Wit Dre Day
Let Me Ride
The Day the Niggaz Took Over
Nuthin' But a 'G' Thang
Deeez Nuuuts
Lil' Ghetto Boy
A Nigga Witta Gun
The $20 Sack Pyramid
Lyrical Gangbang
High Powered
The Doctor's Office
Stranded on Death Row
The Roach (Chronic Outro)
Bitches Ain't Shit


Fuck Wit Dre Day Yeah, hell yeah, knowhatI'msayin, yeah Verse One: 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 with ya jimmy 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 Outtro 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 Yeah Let Me Ride 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 The Day the Niggaz Took Over (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! Nuthin' But a 'G' Thang [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 Deeez Nuuuts Chiggie check, microphone check two... Chiggie check, microphone check three... Check game from the notorious Compton G Back with some shit that gots to bump As a pull up in the park you pops the trunk Just to floss you like a motherfuker, clownin' their shit Gots the Dana's on your hootie 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 So Daz, step up on the ass And give these motherfuckers a blast from the past 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 cavy 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 kakhi suit BG from the hood can fuck Eastwood God damn, I ripped up, flipped up, and skipped up On top of things as they swing towards my ding-a-ling But did you raise up all this nuts? Cause Dr. Drizzay's about to rizzip shit up Chiggie check, microphone check one... Chiggie check, microphone check two... Chiggie check, microphone check three... You tuned to the sounds of the D-R-E... Now check me out, it's back to the old school Where the niggaz get their 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'z who drop K's, protect these N-U-T, so nigga please Peep out my manuscript You'll see that it's a must I drop gangsta shit Byitch!! So recognize game from the gangsta Thangs will remain the same until I change 'em It's real easy to see... So you can check sounds from Nate D-O-double G... 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... Lil' Ghetto Boy 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 A Nigga Witta Gun 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 Rat-a-Tat-Tat 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! Lyrical Gangbang "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 High Powered [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 Stranded on Death Row Intro: Bushwick Bill Yes, it is I says me and all who agree are more than three cause they are 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 lets 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 my 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 Slauson 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, Korrupt inmate cell block one Verse Two: RBX No prevention from this mention 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 death like arsenic When I kick up wicked raps That the grain 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 pain Layin lain with the shame, who's to blame Me, the lady of Rage On when I'm 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 And yo 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 doctor 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 quick one 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 No 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 Yeah, and you don't stop Doggy Dogg break em down with the motherfuckin DoggPound 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 Outtro : 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! Bitches Ain't Shit 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)