The Grande Finale Lyrics - Singles - The D.o.c.

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 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 

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 

Yea, yea, that was funky but we need 

The muthafucking villian to speak so kick it 

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 [unverified] 

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 

Yea, y'all know what time it is 

Easy muthafucking E is in the house doing damage 

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, assault and battery 

(For what?) 

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 

Yea, that shit was funky, last but not leas 

Is the muthafuking D.O.C., this is your album 

So that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it 

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, I'm making money 

(Tell 'em why) 

Tripping up the man wit the, movement 

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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 

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