Stranded On Death Row Lyrics - Chronicles: Death Row Classics - Dr. Dre

Intro: Bushwick Bill 

Yes, it is I says me 

And although agree 

are more than three, cause they're 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 lets take a travel down the blindside 

And see what we find on this... 

Path... 

Called... 

Verse One: Kurupt 

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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 equal 

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 Slauson 

Take a walk through the hood when we up to no good 

Slangin them 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 mention 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 death like arsenic 

When I kick up wicked raps 

Dr. Dre will kick 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: 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 mattress 

Bed frame there's another dead pain 

Layin lain with the shame, who's to blame 

Me, the lady of Rage 

On when I'm comin from the D-E-A-T-H in 

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 

And yo 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 doctor 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 

No 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 motherfuckin homey D.O.C. 

You know you can't fuck with my motherfuckin DJ 

That's my homey and we call him Warren G 

Yeah, and you don't stop 

Doggy Dogg break em down with the motherfuckin Dogg Pound 

That's the only way we'll beat em man 

We gotta smoke em, then choke em 

Like the motherfuckin peter man 

It's like three and to the two 

And two and to the one 

Cell block four peace Doggy Dogg's done 

Outtro: Bushwick Bill 

Yo, now you know the path I'm on 

You think you're strong, see if you can travel on 

Cause only the weak, will try to speak 

Those who are quiet, will always cause riots 

There's three types of people in the world 

Those who don't know what happened 

Those who wonder what happened 

And people like us from the streets that MAKE things happen!