Dr. Dre, The Lady of Rage, Tha Dogg Pound - Puffin' on Blunts and Drankin' Tanqueray lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah yo, yo, let's do this shit
"I tawt I taw a puddy tat"
You's a punk-ass nigga yo, yeah
Yo, Death Row's in the motherfuckin' house
Wreckin' shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
This is Dr dre in the motherfuckin' house
Yo, I got my homeboys in the house
Tha Dogg Pound's definitely in here
Ye yahhh! I got my nigga Kurupt ready
To wreck some shit
Yo, you know what else I got in the house?
Yo, so diggi-Daz, step up on that ass
Yeah, guess what's in here?
My homegirl Rage, I said my homegirl Rage
Yeah, the lyrical motherfuckin'
Murderer's in here
Yo, my nigga Glove behind the boards
Yo, droppin' that funky-ass bassline, yeah
You know, you know there's a lot of
Punk-ass niggas out there
A lot of punk-ass bitches out there


Yo you wanna write names?
Yo, that nigga Eazy-E, he's a punk-ass bitch
Really though yo, that nigga Tim M-U T
He's a punk-ass biatch! Biatch!
You know what I'm sayin'?
Oh, oh, oh Luke, I didn't forget about you
Biatch! Really though
Yo, Death Row's in the motherfuckin' house
Running the 9-tre, you know, yeah
But right about now
There's a little freestyle session going on
In the studio we just kickin' back
Gettin' fucked up and all
You know, puffin' on a few blunts
Drinking on a little bit of that Tanqueray
Tanqueray
Yeah, Tanqueray's definitely in the house
You know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause I'm feelin' it, baby
I'm feelin' it, really though
So, uh, right about now, a yo Rage
Yo, Rage, yo, run that shit, G!

Always and forever, forever and always
The rhythm will flow from now
And through all days
As long as the sun shine
As long as Eisenhower's on the dime
Yo, I'll be kickin' the rhyme
One time for your mind, your soul, your body
The OG's on the side of me
Smooth as E&J, hard as Bacardi
Smackin' those yaddy yackin' ducks
That keep quackin'
Hens that are cacklin' end up cracklin'
Under the heat
The pressure from the one that's deffer
Egyptian ruler, call me Cleo or Nefertiti
Yes indeedy
Got the eyes that are beady, body from Tahiti
Voice of the wind, lyrics blowwww
Chills up your spine I send, so
All thoughts in ya mind drop 'em, yo!
You came in the front
But you'll be kicked through the back door
If you try to step, try to come incorrect
Try to play the left, try to start a mess
Try to cause fuss, try to raise a ruckus
Huh! You'll end up ashes to ashes
Dust to dust a busta
You musta been buggin' on drugs and alcohol
Back off, all of y'all, up against the wall
Spread 'em! Doggs go get 'em!
Hand-cuff 'em and stuff 'em, cold shut 'em
Don't let 'em
Utter a word, not to mother or herd
If you try, you die, vision blurred
Speech slurred served with a cherry on top
Rage in effect, I've just begun to rock
Yeaaaah! Rock on witcha bad self (Rage)
Rock on witcha bad self (Rage)
Rock on witcha bad self (Rage)
Rock on witcha bad self

Yo, I'm Tha Nigga Daz that
Pack this tre-8 slug
A true nigga from the hood
And Tha Pound gives love
You see, niggas wanna be down
But never came around
So back up off of my nuts
And stop sweatin' Tha Pound
You see, niggas get broke off like 1, 2, 3
'Cause I'm the D-A-to-tha the D-A-to-tha-Z
Now G'z
Pay attention to this young ass mack daddy
In a Caddy, had he
Not known about the city where
The niggas hang around so I roll 'em up
And hit 'em up with
Tha muthafuckin' Dogg Pound

I'm rough and rugged, and up to do dirt
I'm from Tha Dogg Pound, nigga
So I'm puttin' in work i'm no joke
Who the fuck you tryin' to provoke?
(1-8-7) It's Cold how his ass got smoked
I don't drink no fuckin' V-S-O-P
I drink the muthafuckin' OG ol' E!
I'm from tha clique that be
Kickin' the gangsta shit, bitch
Real niggas, real G'z wit' real big dicks
I hit 'em up wit' Tha Pound
So what you wanna throw up?
Claimin' you're cocaine or cavi
When ya blow up
Know what? Tha Pound's in the
Muthafuckin' house back again
We try to get high as we can
Dr dre be kickin' phat rhymes
The producer kick shit
I gets more wicked than Beetlejuice
Muthafuckaz get battered
So scatter before I keep ya hostage
A nigga hostile like the grim reaper
So, I'm comin' from my hood, what hood?
You'd really like to know
Wouldn't you? I thought you knew
Muthafucka, don't you know I'm
Stranded on The Row?
I take a look into the crowd
Kick a style a flow i'm maxin'
Muthafuckaz get murdered for action
Relax, kid
You're rollin' wit' a fuckin' assassin
I last did dirt the other day
Portray the role of a G
From Tha D-O double-G P-O-U-N-D
Pound, so bow-bow, muthafuckin' marks
The execution starts when the
Chronic gets sparked
I'm like Barkley, rough and rugged
But raw like Rawhead
Rex, I flex murderous rhymes to
Leave you all dead
What's said is what's said
It's already spoke the dead is the dead
I ain't no fuckin' joke!
I murder muthafuckaz as a hobby
One of my idols Ain't No Joke
So why in the fuck should I be?
Fly me, to the Bahamas, ruff rhymer
Drama's what you're kickin'
Wicked is how I'mma
Approach ya, the locster
Who's quick to up and smoke ya
You're lookin' like a smoker
Grinnin' like a joker i yoke ya from da back
Like a bitch talkin' shit
'Cause a bitch ain't shit but a
Hoe and trick on my dick
Flip, let's take a trip to Tha Dogg Pound
Fools tried to punk me when I was young
But I'm a hog now
And I gets respect, and I step with a TEC-9
Ready to put somethin' up in dat
Ass so you'll respect mine, fool!
Death Row ain't Lynchin' and
Tha Pound ain't Mobbin'
We all don't give a fuck
Run in ya crib and start robbin'
Throbbin', I'm breakin' niggas down
In the 90's
Maxin' at Tha Pound wit' my Doggs
Is where you'll find me biatch!
Heell yeaah!
You niggas can't fade this shit
You know what I'm sayin'?
Death Row's in the muthafuckin' houuuuuse!
The Dogg Pound's definitely in hereeee
You knowhatI'msayin'? And a yo yo yo yo yo
You niggas can't FUCK with this
So don't even try it
Stay in the studio all you want
Stay in the studio all you want
'Cause you can't FUCK with this
SEE YA! Hahaha!