Текст песни Dr Dre - Stranded On Death Row, слова песни Dr Dre

Текст песни Dr Dre - Stranded On Death Row

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[Featuring Bushwick Bill Kurupt Rage RBX Snoop]Intro: Bushwick BillYes it is I says meAnd although meBy morning three cause they`re weak(laughter)Yes yo! I`m in the house now for sureBecause I wanna talk about the hearts of menWho knows what evil lurks within themBut lets take a travel down the blindsideAnd see what we find on this...Path...Called...Verse One: KuruptStranded on Death Row, so duck when I swing my shitI get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fitsThe gangsta type, what I recite`s kinda lethalNiggaz know, the flow that I kick, there`s no refillI`m murderin niggaz, Yo, and maybe because of the toneI kicks my grip, the mic and kick shitNiggaz can`t fuck withSo remember I go hardcore, and slamNuff respect like a sensei, ba-bash like Van DammeSo any nigga that claim they bossinWhat don`t you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and SlausonTake a walk through the hood, and we up to no goodSlangin on things like a real hoG should, I`m stackin and mackin and packin a ten soWhen you`re slippin, I slip the clip inBut ain`t no steady tripppinCause it`s Death Row, rollin like the mafiaThink about whoopin some ass, but what the fuck stoppin yaAin`t nathin but a busterI`m Stranded on Death Row for pumpin slugs in motherfuckersNow you know you`re outdoneFeel the shotgun, Korrupt inmate cell block oneVerse Two: RBXNo prevention from this mention of sortsYour`re a victim, from my driveby of thoughtsNo extensions, all attempts are to failBlinded by the light, it`s time you learn braileFrom the lunatic, I death like arsenicWhen I kick up wicked rapsThat the grain will hit the scratchWith treachery, my literary form will blastAnd totally surpass the normNot a storm, plural, make it, many stormsWhen I`m vexed, I fly leg necks and armsIn this dimension, I`m the presenterAnd the inventor, and the tormentorDeranged, like the hillside stranglerMC mangler, tough like WranglerI write a rhyme, hard as concreteStep to the heat and get burned like mesquiteSo what you wanna doThe narrator RBX, cell block twoVerse Three: The Lady of RageRage, lyrical murdererStranded on Death RowAnd now I`m servin a lifetime sentenceThere`ll be no repentenceSince it`s the life that I choose to leadI plead guiltyOn all counts let the ball bounce where it mayIt`s just another clip into my AKBuck em down with my underground tacticsFacts and stacks of clips on my matressBed frame there`s another dead painLayin lain with the shame, who`s to blameMe, the lady of RageOn when I`m comin from the D-E-A-T-HinR-O-W takin, no shitSo flip and you`re bound to get droppedIt`s 187 on motherfuckers don`t stopHandcuffed as I bust there`ll be no debateIt`s Rage, from cell block eightVerse Four: Snoop Doggy DoggAnd yo steppin through the fogAnd creepin through the smogIt`s the number one nigga from the hoodDoggy DoggMakin videos, now I stay in HollywoodBustin raps for my snaps now they call me EastwoodDre is the doctor and my homey little niggaWarren G is my hand and my hand`s on the triggaShootin at the hoes with the game that I gotSent to death row cause I wanted to make a quick one servin my rocksAnd I`m still, servin for mines, peaceTo my motherfuckin homies doin timeIn the pen and the county jailMobbin with your blues on, mad as hellAnd you say yeah fuck the policeAnd all the homies on the streets is all about peaceAnd it`s drivin the cops crazyBut ain`t nuttin but a black thing bay-bee, uhhhNo I`m not flaggin, but I`m just sagginI betcha don`t wanna see the D-O double GAnd you can`t see, the D-R to the EOr my motherfuckin homey D.O.C.You know you can`t fuck with my motherfuckin DJThat`s my homey and we call him Warren GYeah, and you don`t stopDoggy Dogg break em down with the motherfuckin DoggPoundThat`s the only way we`ll beat em manWe gotta smoke em, then choke emLike the motherfuckin peter manIt`s like three and to the twoAnd two and to the oneCell block four peace Doggy Dogg`s doneOuttro : Bushwick BillYo, now you know the path I`m onYou think you`re strong, see if you can travel onCause only the weak, will try to speakThose who are quiet, will always cause riotsThere`s three types of people in the worldThose who don`t know what happenedThose who wonder what happenedAnd people like us from the streets that MAKE things happen!

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