[Fuck] Wit Dre Day [Intro...] [Dr.Dre] Yeah. Hell yeah Know what I'm saying Hell yeah [main song] [Dr.Dre] Mr. Buster, Where the fuck you at? Can't scrap a lick, So I know you got your gatt! Your dick on "hard" >From fucking your own dogs: The Hoods you threw up with. Niggaz you grew up with Don't even respect your ass. That why its time for the doctor To check your ass, Nigga. Used to be my hommie; Used to be my ace. Now I want to slap the taste out-cha mouth. Make you bow-down to the Row! Fucking me? Naaah, Fucking you little ho! Oh, don't think I forgot... Let you slide... Let me ride... Just another homicide! Yeah, it's me, so I'm'a talk on; Stompin' on the EZ-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. It's stay low-key B.G. Cause you lost all your hommies love. (A)nd call it what you want to -- You fucked with me; Now it's a must that I fuck with you. [side out 1] Yeah, That's the fuck that I'm talking about. We have your mother-fuckin' record company surrounded. Put down the candy and let the little boy go. You know what I'm saying! Punk mother-fucker. [Snoop Dogg] Bow wow wow yippee yo yippee yeah, Doggy Dogg's in the mother-fuckin' house. Bow wow wow yippee yo yippee yeah. Death Row's in the mother-fuckin' house. Bow wow wow yippee yo yippee yeah. The sounds of a dog brings me to another day. Play with my bone would you Timmy!?! It seems like you're good for making jokes about your Jimmy. Well here's a Jimmy joke about your momma That you might not like; I heard she was a Frisco Dike! But fuck your momma. I'm talking about you and me-- Toe to toe Tim M_U_T Your bark was loud, But your bite wasn't vicious. And them rhymes your were kicking Were quite booty-licious. You get with Doggy Dogg-- "Oh is he crazy" With your mamma and your daddy hollerin', "Baby". So what that let you know? That if you fuck with Dre, Nigga, You fuckin' with Death Row! And I ain't even swingin' them things. I'm hollerin' "1-8-7" With my dick in your mouth, Bitch! [side-out 2] [Dre] Yeah Nigga, Compton and Long Beach Together on this mother-fucker. So you wanna pop that shit, Get your mother-fuckin' cranium cracked, Nigga, Step on up! Now, we ain't no mother-fuckin' joke, So remember the name Mighty, Mighty DR! Yeah, mother-fucker. [Snoop] [Dre.] Now understand this, my Nigga Dre can't be touched. Luke's bendin' over... So Luke's gettin' fucked, Buster! Musta thought I sleezy. I thought I was a mark Cause I used to hang with EZ. EaZy-E Animosity made you speak what you spoke. Yeah. Hey yo Dre. What up! Trip this Nigga off loc! If it ain't another ho That I gotta fuck with; Gap'd teeth in your mouth So my dick's got to fit! With my nuts on your tonsles, While you on stage rappin' At your wack-ass concert. And I'ma snatch your ass from the back side, To show you how Death Row('ll) Pull off that Hoo-ride. Now you might not understand me 'Cause I'ma rob you in Compton And blast you with Miami. Then we gon(na) 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 try'na check my hommie-- You bes' check yourself! Cause when you diss Dre, You diss yourself! Mother-fucker! DreGthang "Nuthin' But A "G" Thang" Nuthin' But A "G" Thang [Tha' cut!!] - Dr. Dre [Intro] One, two, three and to the fo' Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre are at the do' Ready to make an entrance, so back on up [Before I have to pull the scrap out the cut] Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble 'Cause ain't nothin' but a G thang, baaaaabay! Two loced out G's so we're craaaaazay! Death Row is the label that paaaaays me! Unfadable, so please don't try to fade this [Hell yeah] But, uh, back to the lecture at hand Perfection is perfected, so I'm a land 'em, understand? From a young G's perspective And before me dig out a trick I have ta' find a contraceptive You never know she could be earnin' her man, Learnin' her man, and at the same time burnin' her man Now when she's burnin' I'm a chill for a minute 'Cause ain't no lovin' good enough to get burned while I'm up in it [Yeah] Now that's realer than real-deal Holyfield And now all you hookas and ho's know how I feel Well if it's good enough to give 'em all a proper chunk I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff [Chorus 1] 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 Dre., creep to the mic like a phantom Well I'm peepin', and I'm creepin', and I'm creep-in' But I damn near got capped, '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 micro At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick You know, and I know, I funks up on funky sh-[yeah] To add to my collection, the selection Symbolizes dope, take a tope but don't choke If ya' do, ya' have no clue O' what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do [Chorus 2] 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 we ain't got no love for those So jus' chill, 'til the next episode [Tha' mix] Fallin' back on that ass with a hellified gangsta' lean Gettin' funky on the mic like a' old batch o' collard greens It's the capital S, oh yes, the 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 Hippin' ho's and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolomite Yeah, and it don't quit I think they in a mood for another one a' those G hits So Dre. [What up Dogg?] We gotta give 'em what dey want [What's that, G?] We gotta break 'em off somethin' [Hell yeah] And it's gotta be bumpin' [City of Compton!] It's where it's explained, so I'm a ask your attention Mobbin' with the dog pound [Bow wow wow] Droppin' the funky tracks is makin' the suckas jus' mumble When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, they all crumble Try to get close, and you're bound ta' get smacked My little homey Snoop 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'm a continue to put the rap down, put the mac down And if your woman wanna trip, I have ta' put the smack down Yeah, and ya' 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 'til the break dawn C O M P T O N, and the city they call Long Beach Puttin' the strength together Like my homey D.O.C., no one can do it better [Chorus 3] Like this, that and this and uh It's like that and like this and like that and uh It's like this, and we ain't got no love for those So jus' chill, 'til the next episode Keep Them Damn Heads Ringin'! Keep Their Heads Ringin' Hehe, yeah. What up? This is Dr. Dre. The party's goin' on. Thank God it's friday... Keep their heads ringin'... Keep their heads ringin'... Ah, yeah... Hey, you, sittin' over there. Say what? You better get off out of yo chair. That's right. And work your bodys and Yeah. No time to funk around. 'Cause we gone... ...Funk you right on up. So get up, get a move on, and get your groove on. It's the D - R - E, the spectacular. In a party I go for ya neck, so call me Blackula. As I drain a niggas jugular vein, And maintain to leave bloodstains, So don't complain. Just chill, listen to the beats I spill. Keepin' it real enables me to make another mill. Still niggas run off and try to kill at will. But get popped like a pimple, so call me clearasil. I wipe niggas off the face of the earth, Since birth. I've been a bad nigga, now let me tell you what I'm worth. More than a stealth bomber. I cause drama. The enforcer. Music flows like a flying saucer, Or a 747 jet. Never forget I'm that nigga that keeps the hoes' panties wet. The mic get smoked, once you here the beat kicked With grooves so funky they come with a speeds tick. So check the flavor that I'm bringin'. The muthaphukkin' D - R - E, I keep their muthaphukkin' heads ringin'... Uh, yeah. Keep their heads ringin'... 1, 2 for the crew. 3, 4 for the dough. 5 for the ho. 6, 7, 8 for Death Row. Mad niggas 'bout to feel the full effect of intellect, So I can collect respect. Plus a check. Now I'm off into the hymn, to my mental, Will take care of this business I need to attend to. 'Cause my rent's due. And this rap shit's my mealticket, So you goddamn right I'mma kick it, or get evicted. I bring terror like Stephen King. A black Casanova, runnin' niggas over like Christine, When I rock the spot with the flavor I got. I get plenty of ass so call me an astronaut, As I blast past another nigga's ass, That thought he was strong, but I smoke 'em like grass, Just like Cheech and Chung. When I flow niggas know it's time to take a hike. 'Cause I grab the mic and flip my tongue like a dyke. I got rhymes to keep you enchanted. Produce a smokescreen with the funky green to keep ya eye slanted. So check the flavor that I'm bringin'. The muthaphukkin' D - R - E, I'll keep their muthaphukkin' heads ringin'... Yeah, keep their heads ringin'... Haha, yeah. Come on... If you want to get on down Uh, yeah... You gotta get on down. Come on. Haha Just get on down. It's like that. Debonnaire with flair, I scare, wear and tear without a care. Runnin' shit as if I was a mayor. But I ain't no politician, no competition, Sendin' all opposition to see a mortician. I'm upfront, never in a back-drop, Step on stage and get faded just like a flat top. Your rhymes sounds like you bought 'em in "Stop-and-Go". Dre came to wax you so just call me "Mop-and-Glow. Many try to, but just can't rock with. I'm 6'1, 225 of pure chocolate. Your chance is to jackin' me a slim G. 'Cause I rock them summer til Santa comes down the chimney. Hohoho, it's so as I continue to flow. 'Cause, yo, I'm just a fly Negro. So check the flavor that I'm bringin'. The muthaphukkin' D - R - E, I keep their muthaphukkin' heads ringin'... Yeah, uh. I keep their muthaphukkin' heads ringin'... Yeah, uh. I keep their heads ringin'... Get it? x3 I keep their heads ringin'... Haha, yeah. Uh, come on. Yeah, Death Row back up in that ass for the 199 to the nickel. So all ya muthaphukkers out there tryin' to get with this don't even try. You couldn't see us through binoculars. Start jiggelin'... Haha... Yeah, uh. I know your prob in ya head. 'Cause I can see you. Uh, I know your prob in ya head. 'Cause I can see you. You can't see me. Haha... Yeah... Death Row, let me know you in the house! BIYITCH! Haha... Yeah, that's right. We out... Let Me Ride Let Me Ride Creepin' down the back street on Deez. I got my glock cocked 'cause niggaz want these. Now, soon as I said it, Seems I got sweated By some nigga with a tech-9 Tryin' to take mine. You 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. Cockin' all the richest. Got the hollow points for the snitches. So would you just walk on by... 'Cause I'm too hard to lift And no this ain't Aerosmith. It's the motherfuckin' D-R-E, From the CPD, 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... 'Cause if it don't stop I have to put my shit in reverse Go back and take another spot. 'Cause I'm... Rollin' in my '64... 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... 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... 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 Makes the gangs of snaps. Uh, 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 '4 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 Remme 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 '4 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 '64... With all the bitches sayin'... Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride... Hell yeah... Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride... With all the motherfuckin' bitches sayin'... Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride... Know what I'm sayin'? Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride... 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 2-11. Fuck around and get caught up in a 1-8-7. But I don't represent no gangbang. Some niggaz like lynchin'. But I just watch 'em 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 Did nobody wanna speak. Now everybody peepin' out they window 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 '64... With everybody sayin'... Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride... Hell yeah... Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride... With everybody sayin'... Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride... Hell yeah... Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride... Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride... Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride... Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride... Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride... Rat-tat-tat-tat Rat-tat-tat-tat You really don't understand, do you? Hey man, don't you realise In order for us to make this thing work, man, We gotta get rid of the pimps, and the pushers, and the prostitutes and then start all over again clean. Nigga'z 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. Straight 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. You come outside nigga you gettin' fucked up. But I told ya. Creep, creep! You best move. Like Luthor Vandross, I'm fuckin' up the west coast. I'm right back up in you when you 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 dough. I keep it like this and like that, and I... Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back! Rat-tat-tat-tat to the tat like that, and I... Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back! Rat-tat-tat-tat to the tat like that, and I... Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back! Oh wait, that's that nigga that owe you that grip. Yeah, there 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 end? Nigga, pay this nigga here. I ain't got yo money Well, yo, check this out, nigga. What's up, fool? What's up? What's up? You motherfucker. I'll be back though, I'll be back Oh yeah? You ain't never comin' back, fool. Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back! Yeah, nigga. Rat-tat-tat-tat to the tat like that. You know I... Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back! Rat-tat-tat-tat to the tat like that, and I... Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back! Rat-tat-tat-tat to the tat like that. You know I... Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back! Rat-tat-tat-tat to the tat like that, and I... Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back! Creepin and peepin' and we 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 your system attacks. Indo smoke in ya lungs, like that. And you can lift it calm, enough is the bomb. Takin' away like hell gone, Veitnam. California, back in on a mission, provin' a point: In my game ain't no fuckin' competition! They wishin', but they run up by reality. CPD, CAL - my locality. It's strange how I re-arrange and change the business By droppin' shit like this. Dope, niggaz can't cope with the real I peel penetentiary steel, and when I kill it goes... Rat-tat-tat-tat to the tat like that, and I... Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back! Yeah... Rat-tat-tat-tat to the tat like that. You know I... Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back! Rat-tat-tat-tat to the tat like that, and I... Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back! Hell yeah... Rat-tat-tat-tat to the tat like that. You know I... Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back! Straight up, now you niggaz know where my homie is comin' from So quit the chit-chat, before you 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 just like a punk ass kizza! BIYITCH! Stranded on Death Row Stranded on Death Row Intro: Bushwick Bill Yes, it is I says me And all though agree On morning three, cause they're weak Hehehehehe 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: Korrupt 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 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: 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 madress 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 and 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 homie 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 homie 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 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! The 'Nigga Witta Gun' lyrics Nigga Witta Gun Who is the man with the masterplan? A Nigga Witta muthafuckin' Gun! 44 reasons come to mind Why you muthafuckin' brothas 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. 'Cause them punk muthafuckas in black and white Ain't the only muthafuckas I gots to fight. I think it's better to retellin' the facts than cuffed up And jacked and fucked up. What you niggas lookin at? You do in... Goddamn, 'cause it's the city. And for a youth to survive a nigga gotta be a gangster. And I'm a nigga you can't remove. Took out a lot of muthafuckas for tryin' to prove To their homies 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. 'Cause I relax and back do a job and jet. Yo, I know you understand my flow, So here we go when Death Row Come. Let a mutherfucker know... Who is the man with the masterplan? A Nigga Witta muthafuckin' Gun! Who is the man with the masterplan? A Nigga Witta muthafuckin' Gun! D - R - E! A mutherfucker 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 believe that I'm strapped. 44, .38 or AK 47. 'Cause Mo' live with Charlie Sheen. You want a stairway to heaven? Just put my finger on the trigger and pull back - And lay a punk mutherfucker 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 when Death Row Come. Let a mutherfucker know... Who is the man with the masterplan? A Nigga Witta muthafuckin' Gun! Who is the man with the masterplan? A Nigga Witta muthafuckin' Gun! Who is the man with the masterplan? A Nigga Witta muthafuckin' Gun! Who is the man with the masterplan? A Nigga Witta muthafuckin' Gun! I break some off. I break some off. Yeah, I break some off. I break some off. Yeah, I break some off. But I ain't speakin' about between the thighs. I'm talkin' about cockin' a guage in between your eyes. That'll make you drop to your knees, 'cause 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 to break some off properly. Real G. So don't doubt it. I'm the one who's doin' it While these other niggas talk about it. And if mutherfuckers come at me wrong I straight put my 44 Desert Eagle to his muthafuckin' dome. And show him why they call me the notorious one. The name is Dre, E's ward when I'm packin' a gun. You don't believe me, wants to pop and give it a try. And if you die you's a buster 'cause real niggas don't die. But some still don't hear me though. You're too ninny not to hear me, yo. So now you know... Who is the man with the masterplan? A Nigga Witta muthafuckin' Gun! Who is the man with the masterplan? A Nigga Witta muthafuckin' Gun! Who is the man with the masterplan? A Nigga Witta muthafuckin' Gun! Who is the man with the masterplan? A Nigga Witta muthafuckin' Gun...