The D.O.C. - 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 rhythm We got LA Dre on the keyboard and I want the whole posse In this muthaf**a to rocl on this funky a** beat we're gonna drop Aight, so Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthaf**a, run it Picture a n***a that's raw Amplify his a** and what you see is what's on Muthaf**as I slaughter, blow 'em out the water Word to me, f** 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 s**er 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 sh** up Like a dude you can bet on, collide like a head on Collision, stutter steppin' is an incision Of a n***a saying exactly what I vision Because I'm gone, you think I left you all But I stay in yo' a** like cholesterol When I blast some solid a** 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, n***as 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 muthaf**a dead in the alley Ice Cube is the sh** on the grand finale Yea, yea, that was funky but we need The muthaf**ing villian to speak so kick it The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust So let weak muthaf**as turn to dust If you're weak it ain't my fault Just take a kick in the a** and get turn into a pillar of salt And n***as that's biting just to taste me I make the punk muthaf**as 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 muthaf**ing 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 f** the police, yo, so now they after me I'm wanted by the law so I stay low Representing the pimp, b**hes 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, n***as sh** in a [unverified] For what? Maybe 'cause I'm Ren And when they clean up sh**, yo, they do it again So f** it, sit back cool and relax While Eazy busts the facts kicking the grande finale Yea, y'all know what time it is Easy muthaf**ing E is in the house doing damage The name is Eazy for me to come off like the inforcer' Ma** murder muthafukas in a course of An everyday situation where I would stalk by f** 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, a**ault and battery (For what?) Never outdone, only outdoing Loving the b**hes 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 f** about fame I rather deal wit a number than a muthafuking name (Word) Get me paid and then rap 'Cause all the other bullsh** money ain't jack Eazy but not that Eazy to deal wit Especially if you're poppin' bullsh** Put the E A Z Y and to the E Expression of thought on the muthafuking grand finale Yea, that sh** 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 ([Unverified]) 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 s**er 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 a** to the temple of doom I got raw when I came to Cali Now wit NWA on the muthafuking grand finale [Unverified]