The Grande Finale Lyrics

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 rhythmWe 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 itPicture 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 fatherMy 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 upThen 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 onCollision, 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 cholesterolWhen 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 penaltySitting 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 goOff 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 finaleYea, yea, that was funky but we need
The muthafucking villian to speak so kick itThe 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 saltAnd 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 whiplashGiving 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 shiveringLyrics 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 doughIn 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 finaleYea, y'all know what time it is
Easy muthafucking E is in the house doing damageThe 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-byEazy-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 thisI 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 jackEazy 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 finaleYea, 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 itSwinging, 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 rockBut 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 permissionFrom 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 feetNever 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[Unverified]
Songwriters
Bernard Worrell;George Jr Clinton;William Earl Collins;Tracy CurryPublished by
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