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The Chronic
by Dr. Dre
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Overall Rating:
3.6811
Avg. Critic Score:
3.8750
The Chronic Lyrics
Lyrics
Disc
Track
Title
- [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]
- (feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg, RBX, Dat Nigga Daz)
- [Intro: guy talking]
- I'ma say this and I'ma gettin 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 suffer 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 funk in that ass
- [Hook:]
- Break em off sometin[8x]
- [Chorus: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
- I got my finger on the trigger so niggaz wonder why
- But livin in the city it's do-or-die
- [repeat]
- [Verse One: Dat Nigga Daz]
- They wonder where me bailin and don't really understand
- The reason why they take me life and me ???? hand
- Me not out for peace and me not Rodney King
- Me gun goes click, me gun goes bang
- Them riot in Compton and them riot in Long Beach
- Them rion in they Lakers and don't really wanna see
- niggaz start to loot and police start to shoot
- Lock it down at seven o'clock, then again it's like Beirut
- Me don't show no love cuz it's us against them
- Them never ever love me cuz it's sport to break de,
- and kill at my own risk if I may
- Delay to spray with my AK and put it to rest
- [Interlude: news report]
- Yes we have. There have been riots, ahh, 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
- [Bridge:]
- [All]How many niggaz are ready to lose?
- [Snoop]Yeah, so what you wanna do?
- [Dre]What you wanna do?
- [All]I said how many niggas are ready to lose
- [RBX]Got myself an Uzi and my brother a 9
- [Interlude: guy talking]
- Nobody told us today, in otherwords,
- You're still a slave. No matter how
- much money you got, you still ain't shit
- [Verse Two: Dr. Dre]
- Sittin in my livin room calm and collected
- Feelin mad, gotta get mine respected
- cuz 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 niggas get together they get mad cuz they can't fade us
- Like my niggas from South Central, Los Angeles
- They find that they couldn't handle us
- Bloods, Crips on the same squad
- with the Ese's thumpin, nigga it's time ta rob and mob
- (And break the white man off somthin lovely, biddy-bye-bye
- I don't love dem so they can't love me)
- Yo straight puttin down gettin my scoot on
- Let's jump in off in Compton so I gots ta get my loot on
- and come up on me some furniture or sometin
- Got a VCR
- in the back of my car
- that I ganked from the Slauson Swap Meet
- And motherfuckers better not try to stop me
- Cuz they will see that I can't be stopped
- Cuz I'ma cock my Glock and pop til they all drop
- [Interlude: news report]
- There has been videotape and you can see of the, aah, some of the crowd
- throwin things at the officers
- And swingin at them as well. Like there was a young woman there. You see
- she took a swing at an officer with some object in her hand
- [Bridge:]
- [All]How many niggaz are ready to lose?
- [Snoop]Yeah, so what you wanna do?
- [Dre]What you wanna do?
- [All]I said how many niggas are ready to lose
- [RBX]Got myself an Uzi and my brother a 9
- [Chorus: RBX]
- I got my finger on the trigger so niggaz wonder why
- But livin in the city it's do-or-die
- [repeat]
- [Verse Three: RBX]
- One-time trigger happy, no nigga love
- 187 time, time to grab the glove
- Can't get prints so a 9 I throw away
- or get prints so my Uzi witta spray
- POP POP POP another motherfucker drop
- And I get relived like *?Bop Bop says?*
- smash, I crashed his head like a window
- I ain't no dead do', I'm high off the indo
- Creepin with the quickness to the cut
- Bust one to his head while he munches on that donut
- And cracker so now he best to back up
- I guess I gots ta pack up, fillin the clip up, I zip up-
- town, the motherfuckin cops are all around
- Helicopters flyin
- These motherfuckers tryin
- to catch me and stretch me on Death Row
- but hell no's the poor black refuse to go
- [Interlude: news report]
- 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
- [Hook:]
- Break em off sometin[8x]
- [Verse Four: Dat Nigga Daz]
- The outcome of this is destruction so the more fall
- Niggaz don't give a fuck so tem bust and before
- niggaz backin up three black shows
- No justice so they copied ya right
- and here I am again, me, turn the other cheek, me
- Be too many wigs got me 9 to my tights
- so me bust, flick cuz he don't give a fuck
- and me don't give a fuckin of my problems
- In with their FUCK FUCK
- [Outro: Snoop Doogy Dogg]
- Blak blam, blam to dem fall
- Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg, biddy-bye
- Dr Dre him bust gun shots
- Diggity Daz and RBX them bust gun shots
- Come again!
- (feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dat Nigga Daz)
- [Hook: Dre, Daz & Snoop]
- [Daz]Chiggie check
- [Dre]Microphone check one
- [Daz]Chiggie check
- [Dre]Microphone check two
- [Daz]Chiggie check
- [Dre]Microphone check three
- [Snoop]Check game from the notorious Compton G
- [Dr. Dre]
- 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
- [Snoop Doggy Dogg]
- So Daz, step up on the ass
- And give these motherfuckers a blast from the past
- [Dat Nigga 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 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
- [Snoop Doggy Dogg]
- But did you raise up all this nuts?
- Cause Dr. Drizzay's about to rizzip shit up
- [Hook: Dre, Daz & Snoop]
- [Daz]Chiggie check
- [Dre]Microphone check one
- [Daz]Chiggie check
- [Dre]Microphone check two
- [Daz]Chiggie check
- [Dre]Microphone check three
- [Snoop]You 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 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
- (Beeyatch!!) So recognize game from the gangsta
- Thangs will remain the same until I change 'em
- [Snoop Doggy Dogg]
- 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
- (feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg, Dat Nigga Daz)
- [Verse One: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
- 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: Dat Nigga Daz]
- 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 wit 'cause I'm down respect 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: Dat Nigga Daz]
- Lil' ghetto boy
- Playing in the ghetto streets
- What'cha gonna do when you grow up
- And have to face responsibility
- [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 but 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: Dat Nigga Daz]
- Lil' ghetto boy
- Playing in the ghetto streets
- What'cha gonna do when you grow up
- And have to face responsibility
- (feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg, RBX)
- [Intro: guy talking]
- You really don't understand do you?
- 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!
- [RBX]
- 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
- [Dr. Dre]
- 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...
- [Chorus:]
- [Snoop]Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
- [Dr.Dre]Rat-tat-tat-tat tat ta tat like that, and I..
- [Snoop]Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
- [Dr.Dre]Rat-tat-tat-tat tat ta tat like that, and I..
- [Snoop]Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
- [Interlude: some guys talkin']
- Ohh wait, that's that nigga that owe ya that grip
- Ya,there that fool is
- Break him off proper then
- What's up, what's happinin'?
- I'm the man, what's up?
- 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, fool
- [Chorus:]
- [Snoop]Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
- [Dr.Dre]Yeah nigga
- [both]Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I..
- [Snoop]Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
- [Dr.Dre]Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I..
- [Snoop]Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
- [Dr.Dre]Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I..
- [Snoop]Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
- [Dr.Dre]Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I..
- [Snoop]Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
- [Dr. Dre]
- 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
- C-P-T, 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...
- [Chorus:]
- [both]Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I...
- [Snoop]Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
- [both]Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I..
- [Snoop]Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
- [Dr. Dre]Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I..
- [Snoop]Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
- [Dr. Dre]Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I..
- [Snoop]Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
- [Snoop Doggy Dogg]
- 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-deuce, Dr. Drizzay, is sittin on Tizzart! It don't stop
- treartin' buster's like a punk ass kizzart!
- BEEEYYACHH!
- (feat. Lady Of Rage, Kurupt, RBX)
- [Intro:]
- This should be played at high volume
- Preferably in a residential area
- [Lady Of Rage]
- Now I'ma kick up dust
- As I begin to bust
- On the wick-wack, fucked up suckers you can't trust
- When I pick 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 then forget Merry Christmas
- Now stuff that in your stocking
- I'm knockin em out the box 'n'
- Knockin em out their sock 'n'
- Cuz Robin is rockin
- Breakin em down to the slab
- Takin em down on their ass
- Now what you wanna do? Ya wanna battle, huh?
- See ya watch and creak without a motherfuckin paddle
- Rattle that brain, I'm not that same ol' plain Jane
- We're on you like a border, you're nothin more than a crane
- 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 fuck
- Do what I must and what I must is bust
- The bubble or choose some trouble, forty-due's
- So stick to my Luger, Lady of Rage is comin thru
- [Dre]- (Some cool shit, some cool shit)
- [Kurupt]
- I fears no one, I makes em cool off like a ploar cap
- Lynchin as I hits, misses the ?rollin back?
- Pushin packs to make a profit
- Diggy dope stuck on the topic so stop and gimme my pops, kid
- I'm livin large like a fat bitch
- So get back, bitch, I'm hard to broke art so the faggots
- This young black kid, I'm mercenary, merciless
- Murderin mega some niggas so who's first to diss
- They say I'm bad so you'll find none worst than this
- Chewin motherfuckers up like a Hershey Kiss
- Put to sleep, rippin the lyrics I'm leavin ??? ???
- Rough wind flex too complex, wrecks, then I'm peace
- So feel the wrath, nigga, I rip in half niggas
- Ya quick ta talk shit I whip your ass nigga
- So watch me blast, nigga, cuz I'm the last nigga
- ya wanna fuck wit, so up your cash, nigga
- I make stagger, ob' skills and jimmy ragged
- Home in and drag her, sit wit ya girl and watch me tag her
- Pullin steel like a stunt
- Sold like an ID card, nigga, no needs ta front, so
- here to torment up a track on crack
- and I'm strapped witta semi-toll milli-ten Mac
- Yo, I breaks em off, I breaks em off cheap
- Deadly as Jason on Friday The 13th
- [RBX]
- Back in the days, niggas they use to scrap
- but now in ninety-due', niggas they pull they strap
- Cuz, umm, police dem come wicked and dem shoot
- Niggas, so niggas retaliate and start to loot
- Execute, boom, stompin black soldier
- Here ta teach and mould ya
- The ennerator, dominator, narrator RB to the motherfuckin X
- Flex wicked styl-e, bompin be found into greed by a
- Maniac with a gat
- See nowadays niggas is like that
- I pull my trigger back, the bullets go
- BOP BOP BOP now I'm on Death Row
- Fuck it, niggas goin wild, everynight they shoot
- It's like Beirut
- Maybe you should get a teflon vest for your chest
- Anytime ya step into my hood
- But that'll do you know good
- One slug to ya face, no hate, you gettin smoked like wood
- Nasty nigga but he pumps, face back on the concrete
- Here comes the white sheet
- Mr. Coroner cocked with some yellow tape
- But the murderers escape
- Audi lane 5 G's
- Lyrical gangbang but it's just a G thang
- (feat. RBX, Dat Nigga Daz, Lady Of Rage)
- [Intro: Dr. Dre (Lady Of Rage)]
- Yo yo whut sup?
- Yo man, give me some of that ol' gangsta shit, y'knowhutI'msayin?
- Some shit I can just kick back to, smoke a fat ass joint to
- YouknowhutI'msayin? He hahahahahahaha
- Hell yeah! You know what I'm talkin about?
- I like that ol' gangsta shit
- Cuz you know it's a lot of niggas 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'knowhutI'msayin?
- (Dem come witta, dem come witta, dem come wit da wickedness)
- Yeah nigga I see your lips quiverin
- But you ain't sayin a motherfuckin thing
- For my niggas, I got my niggas in the motherfuckin he-ouse
- and they gon' tell yo' 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
- Y'knowhutI'msayin?
- And that lil' shit cha hear in the background, that's my homegirl Rage
- So RBX kick this shit
- [RBX]
- Seven execution style murders
- I have no remorse cuz I'm the fuckin murderer
- Haven't you ever heard of a killer?
- I drop bombs like Hiroshima
- So now I walk around strapped
- One-time bust they caps and watch niggas 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
- POP POP and I can't wait to bust a pound
- POP POP my hollow points smacks the clown
- Cuz 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 niggas survive
- I'm high powered!
- [Outro: Dat Nigga Daz]
- Yeah!
- It's Daz that mass-murderin motherfucker
- So what you feel like you wanna get caught up?
- Fool you better recognise
- Death Row came to chastise
- So if you cross the Row
- Remember the first name is Death
- No love for the other side
- (feat. Kurupt, Lady Of Rage, RBX, Snoop Doggy D)
- [Intro: Bushwick Bill]
- Yes, it is I says me
- And although me
- By morning three, cause they're weak
- [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 ho
- 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 steady 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: 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-H in
- 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 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
- [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!
- (feat. Snoop Dogg, Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt, Jewel)
- [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
- [Dat Nigga 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 Doggy Dogg]
- 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
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