Dr Dre - Stranded On Death Row

Versuri Dr Dre - Stranded On Death Row

(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!