The D.O.C.

The D.O.C. - The Grand Finale lyrics

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(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 offa little
 somethis 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 rocl on this funky ass beat we're gonna
 drop
 Aight, So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthafucka, run it
 (Ice Cube)
 Picture a nigga that's raw
 Amplify his ass and what you see is what's on
 Muthafuckas I slaughter, blow em out the water
 Word to me, fuck the father
 My melody is deadly as a pin in a handgrenade
 5 seconds before you get played
 You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up
 Ever see a sucker scatter, it'll make ya 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 tearing shit up
 Like a dude you can bet on
 Collide like a head on
 Collision, stutter steppin 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 some solid ass alcatraz
 And if you escape, you better swim fast
 'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally
 And the capital punishment's the penalty
 Sitting in the electric chair, grab a hold
 Pull the switch, yo' body twitch, your eye's 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 paces then draw
 What's left is a muthafucka dead in the alley
 Ice Cube is the shit on the grand finale
 (Dr. Dre)
 Yea, yea that was funky but we need the muthafucking villian to speak
 So kick it
 (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 my fault
 Just take a kick in the ass and get turn into a pillar of salt
 And niggas that's biting 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 that I scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
 Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
 I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
 I'm wanted by the law so I stay low
 Representing the pimp, bitches making my dough
 In a different stage, I must of went on a rampage
 Me and the D.O.C. are always hitting the front page
 For what, for stealing and stepping up to the sheriff
 And when I enter the party, niggas shit in a ?(cell pimp)?
 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
 (Dr. Dre)
 Yea, y'all know what time it is. Easy muthafucking E is in the house
 doing
 damage
 (Eazy E)
 The name is Eazy for me to come off like the inforcer'
 Mass murder muthafukas in a course of
 An everyday situation where I would stalk by
 Fuck the car, I do a muthafuking 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 the hoes boo hooing
 Why 'cause they're addicted to my dick
 The pleasure of pain, the wing-ding and flipped it
 (Yea) and never forget when done in bed by
 Eazy, the name of a Compton hard head
 Cool but local 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 muthafuking 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
 Put the E-A-Z-Y and to the E
 Expression of thought on the muthafuking grand finale
 (Dr. Dre)
 Yea, that shit was funky, last but not least is the muthafuking D.O.C.
 This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so
 run it
 (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 up the man wit the ?(swig tan)? 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 D.O.C. and I would've been down wit rock
 But I was smart, the D.O. to the C. now on the formula
 It's rough, I mean it's funky enuff for me
 And you can have a listen after that and this and
 D-O-N-'T M-O-V-E wit out permission
 From the D.O. to the C., I'm just better than
 The normal man and I'll be dumb if a sucker can
 Ever compete wit the elite
 Much less beat, it's like dancing wit 2 left feet
 Never smile when the D.O.C. 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 NWA on the muthafuking grand finale
 (Dre)
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Language: English

Appearing on: No One Can Do It Better (1989)

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