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Dr. Dre

Genres: Hip-Hop

Puffin On Blunts And Drankin Tanqueray Lyrics - Dr. Dre

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yo, let's do this shit 

Ha, ha, I thought I thaw a puddy tat 

Youse a punk-ass nigga 

Yo, yea, yo, Death Row's in the motherfuckin' house 

 

Wreckin' shit you know what I'm sayin'? 

This is Dr. Dre in the motherfuckin' house 

Yo, I got my homeboys in the house 

The Dogg Pound's definitely in here, yeah 

 

I got my nigga Kurupt ready to wreck some shit, yo 

You know what else I got in the house? 

Yo, so diggi-Daz step up on that ass 

Yeah, guess what's in here? 

 

My home girl Rage, I said my home girl Rage 

Yeah, the lyrical motherfuckin' murderer's in here 

Yo, my nigga Glove behind the boards 

Yo, dropping that funky-ass bass line, yeah 

 

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You know, you know there's a lot of punk-ass niggaz out there 

A lot of punk-ass bitches out there 

Yo, you wanna write names? 

Yo, that nigga Eazy-E, he's a punk-ass bitch, really though 

 

Yo, that nigga Tim M-U-T, he's a punk-ass beatch, beeatch! 

Ha ha, you know what I'm sayin'? 

Oh, oh, oh Luke, I didn't forget about you, beatch! 

Really though, yo, Death Row's in the motherfuckin' house 

 

Running the 9-3, you know, yeah 

But right about now 

There's a little freestyle session going on, in the studio 

We just kickin' back gettin' fucked up and all 

 

You know, puffin on a few blunts 

Drinkin' a little bit of that Tanqueray, Tanqueray 

Yeah, Tanqueray's definitely in the house 

You know what I'm sayin'? Ha, ha, ha 

 

'Cause I'm feelin' it, baby, I'm feelin' it, really though 

So a, right about now, aiyyo Rage 

Yo Rage, yo run that shit G 

 

All ways and forever, forever and all ways 

The rhythm will flow from now and through all days 

As long as the sun shines 

As long as Eisenours on the dime 

 

Yo, I'll be kickin' the rhyme 

One time for ya mind, your soul, your body 

D O G's on the side of me, smooth as E & J, hard as Bacardi 

Smackin' those yaddy-yacks and ducks keep quackin' 

 

Hands that are clappin', end up cracklin' 

Under the heat, the pressure from the one that's deffer 

Egyptian ruler will call me Cleo or Nefertiti, yes indeed 

Got the eyes of the beedie, body from Tahiti 

 

Voice of the will lyrics blow, chills up ya spine that's ill slow 

All thoughts in ya mind drop a yo 

Came in the front but you be kicked through the back door 

For tryin' to step, tryin' to come incorrect 

 

Tryin' to play the left, tryin' to start a mess 

Tryin' to cause fuss, tryin' to raise a ruckus, huh 

You'll end up ashes to ashes, dusk to dusk 

A busta you musta been fuckin' on drugs 

And alcohol back off, all a y'all up against the wall 

 

Spread 'em, dogs go get 'em and 

Cuff 'em and stuff 'em, cold shed 'em don't let 'em 

Not a word, not another one heard 

If you try you die, visions blurred, speech slurred 

Served with a cherry on top 

 

Rage in effect, I just begun to rock 

Yeah, rock on witcha bad self 

(Rage) 

Rock on witcha bad self 

(Rage) 

Rock on witcha bad self 

(Rage) 

Rock on witcha bad self 

 

Yo, I'm Dat Nigga Daz who packs a tre-8 slug 

A true nigga from the hood and the pound gives love 

Yo, see niggas wanna be down but never came around 

So back up off my nuts and stop sweatin' the pound 

 

You see niggas get broke off like 1, 2, 3 

'Cause I'm the D-A to the 

(D-A-to the) 

D-A- to the Z 

 

Now G'z pay attention to this young ass mack daddy 

In a caddy-haddy, not known about the city 

Where the niggas hang around 

So I roll 'em up and hit 'em up 

With the motherfuckin' Dogg Pound 

 

I'm rough and rugged and up till to the dirt 

I'm from the Dogg Pound nigga so I'm puttin' in work 

I'm no joke, who the fuck you tryin' to provoke 

 

It's cool, how his ass got smoked? 

I don't drink no fuckin' V-S-O-P 

I drink the motherfuckin' O.G., Olde E 

I'm from the click that be kickin' the gangsta shit bitch 

 

Real niggas, real G'z with real big dicks 

I hit 'em up with the Pound 

So what you wanna throw up 

Claimin' your cocaine or cavi when you blow up 

 

Know what? The Pounds in the motherfuckin' house 

Back again we try to get high as we kin 

Dr. Dre be kickin' phat rhymes and produce and kick shit 

I gets more wicked than Beetlejuice 

 

Motherfuckers get battered, so scatter 

Before I keep ya hostage a nigga hostage like the grim reaper 

So I'm comin' from my hood, what hood 

You really like to know motherfucker I thought you knew 

 

Motherfucker, don't you know I'm stranded on the row? 

I take a look into the crowd, kick a style a flow 

I'm mashin', motherfuckers get murdered for action 

Relax kid, you're rollin' with a fuckin' assasin' 

 

Outlasted did dirt the other day 

Betray, the roll of a G, from the D-O double G 

P-O-U-N-D, Pound so bow-bow motherfuckin' marks 

The execute the start, when the chronic gets sparked 

I'm like, rough and rugged 

'Cause I'm like baldhead 

 

Wrecks, I flex murderous rhymes to leave you all dead 

What said is all said it's already spoke 

The dead is the dead, I ain't no fuckin' joke 

I murder motherfuckers as a hobby 

 

One of my idols ain't no joke so why in the fuck should I be 

Fly me to the Bahamas, ruff rhymer 

Dramas what your kickin', wicked is how I'm a 

Approach ya, the locster, who's quick to up and smoke ya 

 

You're lookin' like a smoka, grinnin' like the joker 

I yolk ya from da back like a bitch talkin' shit 

But a bitch ain't shit, 'cause a bitch ain't shit 

But a ho and trick on my dick 

 

Flip, let's take a trip to the Dogg Pound 

Fools tried to punk me when I was young but I'm a hog now 

And I gets respect and I step with a tec 9 

Ready to put somethin' up in that ass to give respect mine 

 

Fool, Deatrow ain't lynchin' and the Pound ain't mobbin' 

We all don't give a fuck run in your crib and start robbin' 

Throbbin', I'll break a nigga down in the 90's 

Maxin' at the Pound with my doggs is where you'll find me 

Beatch 

 

Hell, yeah 

You niggaz can't fade this shit, you know what I'm sayin'? 

Death Row's in the motherfuckin' house 

The Dogg Pound's definetly in here, you know what I'm sayin'? 

And, ay, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, you niggaz can't fuck with this 

So don't even try it 

 

Stay in the studio all you want, stay in the studio all you want 

'Cause you can't fuck with this 

See ya 

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