Dr Dre - Stranded On Death Row Lyrics
Artist: dr. dre featuring kurupt, lady of rage, rbx, snoop doggy doggIntro: bushwick billYes, it is I says meAnd although meBy morning three, cause theyre weak*laughter*Yes, yo!, Im in the house now for sureBecause I wanna talk about the hearts of menWho knows what evil lurks within themBut lets take a travel down the blindsideAnd see what we find on this...Path...Called...Verse one: kuruptStranded on death row, so duck when I swing my shitI get rugged like rawhead rex with fat tracks that fitsThe gangsta type, what I recites kinda lethalNiggaz know, the flow that I kick, theres no refillIm murderin niggaz, yo, and maybe because of the toneI kicks my grip, the mic and kick shitNiggaz cant ***** withSo remember I go hardcore, and slamNuff respect like a sensei, ba-bash like van dammeSo any nigga that claim they bossinWhat dont you bring your ass on over to crenshaw and slausonTake a walk through the hood, and we up to no goodSlangin on things like a real hoG should, Im stackin and mackin and packin a ten soWhen youre slippin, I slip the clip inBut aint no steady tripppinCause its death row, rollin like the mafiaThink about whoopin some ass, but what the ***** stoppin yaAint nathin but a busterIm stranded on death row for pumpin slugs in mother*****ersNow you know youre outdoneFeel the shotgun, korrupt inmate cell block oneVerse two: rbxNo prevention from this mention of sortsYourre a victim, from my driveby of thoughtsNo extensions, all attempts are to failBlinded by the light, its time you learn braileFrom the lunatic, I death like arsenicWhen I kick up wicked rapsThat the grain will hit the scratchWith treachery, my literary form will blastAnd totally surpass the normNot a storm, plural, make it, many stormsWhen Im vexed, I fly leg necks and armsIn this dimension, Im the presenterAnd the inventor, and the tormentorDeranged, like the hillside stranglerMc mangler, tough like wranglerI write a rhyme, hard as concreteStep to the heat and get burned like mesquiteSo what you wanna doThe narrator rbx, cell block twoVerse three: lady of rageRage, lyrical murdererStranded on death rowAnd now Im servin a lifetime sentenceTherell be no repentenceSince its the life that I choose to leadI plead guiltyOn all counts let the ball bounce where it mayIts just another clip into my akBuck em down with my underground tacticsFacts and stacks of clips on my matressBed frame theres another dead painLayin lain with the shame, whos to blameMe, the lady of rageOn when Im comin from the d-e-a-t-h inR-o-w takin, no shitSo flip and youre bound to get droppedIts 187 on mother*****ers dont stopHandcuffed as I bust therell be no debateIts rage, from cell block eightVerse four: snoop doggy doggAnd yo steppin through the fogAnd creepin through the smogIts the number one nigga from the hood, doggy doggMakin videos, now I stay in hollywoodBustin raps for my snaps now they call me eastwoodDre is the doctor and my homey little niggaWarren g is my hand and my hands on the triggaShootin at the hoes with the game that I gotSent to death row cause I wanted to make a quick one servin my rocksAnd Im still, servin for mines, peaceTo my mother*****in homies doin timeIn the pen and the county jailMobbin with your blues on, mad as hellAnd you say yeah ***** the policeAnd all the homies on the streets is all about peaceAnd its drivin the cops crazyBut aint nuttin but a black thing bay-bee, uhhhNo Im not flaggin, but Im just sagginI betcha dont wanna see the d-o double gAnd you cant see, the d-r to the eOr my mother*****in homey d.o.c.You know you cant ***** with my mother*****in djThats my homey and we call him warren gYeah, and you dont stopDoggy dogg break em down with the mother*****in dogg poundThats the only way well beat em manWe gotta smoke em, then choke emLike the mother*****in peter manIts like three and to the twoAnd two and to the oneCell block four peace doggy doggs doneOuttro : bushwick billYo, now you know the path Im onYou think youre strong, see if you can travel onCause only the weak, will try to speakThose who are quiet, will always cause riotsTheres three types of people in the worldThose who dont know what happenedThose who wonder what happenedAnd people like us from the streets that make things happen!
