The Grand Finale
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[Intro: Dr. Dre]
Check this out, we've come to the last and final record
This is Dr. Dre in full effect and we gonna kick it off a little something like this
We got my mella Yella boy on the drums. We got Stan "the Guitar Man" dropping the rhythm. We got LA Dre on the keyboard and I want the whole posse in this muthafucka to rock on this funky ass beat we finna drop aight, So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthafucka, run it
[Verse 1: Ice Cube]
Picture a nigga that's raw
Amplify his ass and what you see is what's on
Motherfuckers I slaughter, blow em out the water
Word to me, fuck the father
My melody is deadly as a pin in a hand grenade
5 seconds before you get played
You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up
Ever see a sucker scattered? It'll make you throw up
Then I take advantage, you can't manage
To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up
Hit up, Ice Cube tear shit up
Like a dude you can bet on
Collide like a head on
Collision, stutter stepping is an incision
Of a nigga saying exactly what I vision
Because I'm gone, you think I left you all
But I stay in yo' ass like cholesterol
When I blast I'm solid as Alcatraz
And if you escape, you better swim fast
Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally
And the capital punishment's the penalty
Sit in the electric chair, grab a hold
Pull the switch, your body twitch, your eyes explode
Out your skull cause being dull on a flow
Is an N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go
Off and show off to throw off the law
Turn, take 10 spaces then draw
What's left is a motherfucker dead in the alley
Ice Cube is the shit on the grand finale
[Interlude: Dr. Dre]
Yea, yea that was funky but we need the muthafucking villian to speak
So kick it
[Verse 2: MC Ren]
The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust
So let weak muthafuckas turn to dust
If you're weak it ain't your fault
Just take a kick in the ass and get turned into a pillar of salt
And niggas that bite just to taste me
I make the punk muthafuckas buckle up for safety
And on the dope they caught from the flash
And swing like a bit when he's caught in a whiplash
Giving him pain cause I'm urgent
Rearrange the muthafucking face like a surgeon
It ain't no excuse for the torture delivering
Don't say you're not scared - I can tell cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I said "fuck the police", yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so I stay low
Representing the pimp while bitches make my dough
In a different stage, I must of went on a rampage
Me and the doc are always hitting the front page
For what, the Villain is stepping up to the shelf
And when I enter the party, niggas shit on themselves
For what, maybe cause I'm Ren
And when they clean up shit, yo, they do it again
So fuck it, sit back cool and relax
While Eazy busts the facts kicking the grande finale
[Interlude 2: Dr. Dre]
Yea, y'all know what time it is. Eazy muthafucking E is in the house doing damage
[Verse 3: Eazy E]
They made it Eazy for me to come off like the enforcer
Mass murder muthafuckas in a course of
An everyday situation where I would stalk by
Fuck the car, I do a motherfucking walk-by
Eazy-E and the D.O. to the C. and
Run house and there won't be no disagreeing
Cause if there is some, you feeling staticy
Then I'm arrested (For what) assault and battery
Never outdone, only outdoing
Loving the bitches and leave the hoes boo-hooing
Why cause they're addicted, to what my dick did
The pleasure and pain the wing-ding inflicted
(Yea) and never forget when done in bed by
Eazy, the name of a Compton hard head
Cool, but loco like Loc never broke
Cause they're paid to be Ruthless, this is why I do this
I don't give a fuck about fame
I rather deal wit a number than a motherfucking name (word)
Get me paid and then rap
Cause all the other bullshit money ain't jack
Eazy but not that Eazy to deal wit
Especially if you're poppin bullshit
The E-A-Z-Y on to the E
Expression of thought on the motherfucking grand finale
[Interlude 3: Dr. Dre]
Yeah, that shit was funky, last but not least is the muthafucking D.O.C
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[Verse 4: The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by my homie in the back and
If it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny
But to me it's kinda cool (Tell 'em why), I'm making money
Tripping off the man wit the swift hand movement
Proving if you're grooving then it cool when he be doing it
Taking a second for me to blow your mind
Cause I'm the diggy diggy doc and I would've been down with rock
But I was smart, the D.O. to the C. now on the formula
It's rough, I mean it's funky enough for me
And you can have a listen after that and this and
D-O-N-T M-O-V-E yo without permission
From the D.O. to the C., I'm just better than
The normal man and I'll be damned if a sucker can
Ever compete wit the elite
Much less speak, it's like dancing with two left feet
Never smile when the doc is in the room
Or I'm a send ya ass to the temple of doom
I got raw when I came to Cali
Now wit N.W.A. on the muthafucking grand finale
[Outro: Dr. Dre and D.O.C.]
Yeah yeah, that shit was stupid (?)
But right about now we gotta send a shout out to everyone who helped put this muthafucking project together
That's word. Word em up. Peace is dedicated to Eazy E, Ice Cube, MC Ren DJ Yella and these other homies from the gang NWA, yahmsayin
LA Dre!
Stan the Guitar Man!
Donovan!
Michel'le!
DJ Speed!
My homeboys Yomo and Maulkie
The super-dope manager Jerry Heller
And of course the rest of the Ruthless and Comptown posse
Word 'em up!
[Shutthefuckup! Ahhh!]
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