Текст песни Dr. Dre - Stranded On Death Row (feat. Bushwick Bill, Kurupt, RBX, The Lady of Rage, Snoop Doggy Dogg)

The Chronic
Жанр: Gangsta Rap / G-Funk / West Coast Rap
Исполнитель: Dr. Dre
Альбом: The Chronic
Длительность: 04:47
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[Intro: Bushwick Bill] Yes.. it is I says me.. And all who agree.. are more than three, cause they 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 let's 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 when I 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 Slausson 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 Kurupt inmate cell block one [Verse Two: RBX] No prevention from this lynchin 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'm death like arsenic When I kick a wicked raps, Dr. Dre 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, bang Layin lame put to shame, who's to blame? Me, the Lady of Rage, a woman 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] Aiyyo 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 Dr. 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 grip from 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 {*Snoop starts singing*} Uhh 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
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