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Dr. Dre:Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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Yo yo, let's do this shit |
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"I thought I thaw a puddy tat" |
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You's a punk-ass n***a |
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Yo, yeah |
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Yo, Death Row's in the motherf**king house |
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Wrecking shit you know what I'm saying |
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This is Dr. Dre in the motherf**king house |
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Yo, I got my homeboys in the house |
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Tha Dogg Pound's definitely in here, yeah |
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I got my n***a Kurupt ready to wreck some shit |
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Yo, you know what else I got in the house? |
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Yo, so diggi-Daz step up on that ass |
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Yeah, guess what's in here? |
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My homegirl Rage, I said my homegirl Rage |
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Yeah, the lyrical motherf**king murderer's in here |
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Yo my n***a Glove behind the boards |
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Yo dropping that funky-ass bassline, yeah |
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You know, you know there's a lot of punk-ass n***as out there |
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A lot of punk-ass b***hes out there |
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Yo you wanna write names? |
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Yo that n***a Eazy-E, he's a punk-ass b***h, really though |
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Yo that n***a Tim M-U-T, he's a punk-ass biatch, biatch |
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You know what I'm saying |
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Oh, oh, oh Luke, I didn't forget about you, biatch |
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Really though |
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Yo, Death Row's in the motherf**king house |
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Running the 9-3, you know, yeah |
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But right about now |
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There's a little freestyle session going on, in the studio |
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We just kicking back getting f**ked up and all |
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You know, puffing on a few blunts |
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Drinking on a little bit of that Tanqueray, Tanqueray |
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Yeah Tanqueray's definitely in the house |
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You know what I'm saying |
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Cause I'm feeling it baby |
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I'm feeling it, really though |
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So-a, right about now, aiyyo Rage |
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Yo Rage, yo run that shit G |
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Lady of Rage:Always and forever, forever and always |
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The rhythm will flow from now and through all days |
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As long as the sun shines |
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As long as Eisenhower's on the dime |
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Yo, I'll be kicking the rhyme |
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One time for your mind, your soul, your body |
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The OG's on the side of me |
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Smooth as E & J, hard as Bacardi |
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Smacking those yaddy-yacks ducks that keep quacking |
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Hens that are cackling, end up crackling |
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Under the heat, the pressure from the one that's deffer |
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Egyptian ruler, call me Cleo or Nefertiti, yes indeedy |
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Got the eyes that are beady, body from Tahiti |
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Voice of the wind lyrics, blow |
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Chills up your spine I send, so |
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All thoughts in your mind drop 'em yo |
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You came in the front but you'll be kicked through the back door |
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If you try to step, try to come incorrect |
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Try to play the left, try to start a mess |
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Try to cause a fuss, try to raise a ruckus |
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Huh, you'll end up ashes to ashes, dust to dust |
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A busta, you musta been buggin on drugs |
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And alcohol back off, all a y'all, up against the wall |
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Spread em, Doggs - go get em |
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Hand-cuff em and stuff em, cold shut em, don't let em |
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Utter a word, not to mother or Herb |
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If you try you die, visions blurred, speech slurred |
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Served with a cherry on top |
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Rage in effect I just begun to rock |
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Yeah rock on witcha bad self (Rage) |
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Rock on witcha bad self (Rage) |
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Rock on witcha bad self (Rage) |
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Rock on witcha bad self |
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Dat N***a Daz:Yo, I'm Dat N***a Daz who packs a tre-8 slug |
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A true n***a from the hood and the Pound gives love |
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You see n***as wanna be down but never came around |
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So back up off my nuts and stop sweating the Pound |
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You see, n***as get broke off like 1, 2, 3 |
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Cause I'm the D-A to the, D-A- to the Z |
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Now G'z pay attention to this young ass mack daddy |
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In a Caddy, had he |
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Not known about the city where the n***as hang around |
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So I roll em up, and hit em up with the motherf**king Dogg Pound |
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Kurupt:I'm rough and rugged, and up to do dirt |
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I'm from the Dogg Pound n***a so I'm putting in work |
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I'm no joke, who the f**k you trying to provoke |
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(1-8-7) It's cold how his ass got smoked |
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I don't drink no f**king V-S-O-P |
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I drink a motherf**king O.G. Olde E |
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I'm from the clique that be kicking the gangsta shit b***h |
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Real n***as real G'z with real big dicks |
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I hit em up with the Pound, so what you wanna throw up |
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Claiming you're cocaine or cavi when you blow up |
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Know what, the Pound's in the motherf**king house |
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Back again we try to get high as we can |
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Dr. Dre, be kicking fat rhymes and produce, and kick shit |
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I gets more wicked than Beetlejuice |
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Motherf**kers get battered, so scatter before I keep you |
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Hostage, a n***a hostile like the grim reaper |
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So, I'm coming from my hood, what hood |
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You really like to know, wouldn't you, I thought you knew |
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Motherf**ker don't you know I'm stranded on the Row |
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I take a look into the crowd kick a style a flow |
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I'm mashing, motherf**kers get murdered for asking |
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Relax kid, you're rollin' with a f**king assassin |
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I last did dirt the other day |
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Portray, the role of a G, from the D-O double G |
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P-O-U-N-D, Pound so bow bow motherf**kin' marks |
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The execution starts, when the Chronic is sparked |
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I'm like Barkley, rough and rugged, but raw like Rawhead |
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Rex, I flex murderous rhymes to leave you all dead |
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What's said is what's said, it's already spoke |
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The dead is the dead I ain't no f**kin' Joke |
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I murder motherf**kers as a hobby |
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One of my idols Ain't No Joke, so why in the f**k should I be |
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Fly me, to the Bahamas, ruff rhymer, drama's |
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What you're kicking, wicked is how I'm-a |
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Approach you, the locster, who's quick to up and smoke you |
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You're looking like a smoker, grinning like the joker |
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I yoke you from da back like a b***h talking shit |
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Cause a b***h ain't shit but a ho and trick, on my dick |
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Flip, lets take a trip to the Dogg Pound |
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Fools tried to punk me when I was young, but I'm a hog now |
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And I gets respect and I step with a Tec 9 |
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Ready to put somethin' up in that ass so you respect mine |
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Fool, Death Row ain't Lynchin and the Pound ain't Mobbin |
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We all don't give a f**k, run in your crib and start robbing |
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Throbbing, I'll break a n***a down in the 90's |
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Maxing at the Pound wit my doggs is where you'll find me, beeotch |
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Dr. Dre:Heell yeaah |
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You n***as can't fade this shit, you know what I'm saying |
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Death Row's in the motherf**kin' house |
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The Dogg Pound's definitely in here, you knowhatI'msayin |
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And ay yo yo yo yo yo, you n***as can't **** with this |
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So don't even try it |
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Stay in the studio all you want, stay in the studio all you want |
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Cause you can't f**k with this, see ya |
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