The D.O.C., N.W.A - The Grand Finale lyrics

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We've come to the last and final record
This is Dr dre in full effect
And we gonna kick it off
A little something 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 keyboards
And I want the whole posse
In this muthafucka to
Rock on this funky ass beat we finna 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 saw motherfuckers I slaughter
Blow 'em out the water
Word to me, fuck the father
My medley is deadly as a


Pin in a hand grenade
5 seconds before you get played
You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up
Ever see a sucker scattered? It'd
Make you 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 tear shit up like a
Dude you can bet on collide like a head on
Collision, stutter stepping 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, I'm solid as Alcatraz
And if you escape, you better swim fast
'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally
And the capital punishment's the penalty
Sit in the electric chair, grab a hold
Pull the switch, your body twitch
Your eyes explode out your skull
'Cause being dull on a flow is a N-O
Niggas didn't know that I can go
Off and show off to throw off the law
Turn, take ten spaces then draw
What's left is a motherfucker
Dead in the alley
Ice Cube is the shit on The Grand Finale

Yeah, yeah that was funky
But now we need the muthafuckin'
Ruthless Villain 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 your fault
Just take a kick in the ass and
Get turned into a pillar of salt
And niggas that bite me just to taste me
I make the punk muthafuckas
Buckle up for safety and those that don't
They caught from the flash
And scream like a bitch when
He's caught in a whiplash
Giving him pain 'cause I'm urgent
Rearrange their muthafuckin' face
Like a surgeon
It ain't no excuse for the torture delivering
Don't say you're not scared, yo
I can tell 'cause you're shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I said "Fuck the police", yo
So now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so I stay low
Representing the pimp while bitches
Make my dough in a different stage
I must've went on a rampage
Me and the Doc are always
Hitting the front page for one
The Villain is stepping up to the shelf
And when I enter the party
Niggas shit on themselves
And for what? Maybe 'cause I'm Ren
And when they clean up their shit, yo
They do it again
So fuck it, sit back cool and relax
While Eazy busts the facts
Kicking The Grand Finale

Yeah, y'all know what time it is
Eazy muthafucking E is in
The house doing damage

They made it Eazy for me to
Come off like the enforcer
Mass murderin' muthafuckas in a course of
An everyday situation where I would stalk by
Fuck a car, I do a motherfuckin' walk-by
Eazy-E and the DO to the C and
Run house and yo there'll be no disagreeing
'Cause if there is some, you feeling staticy
Then I'm arrested
(For what?) assault and battery
Never outdone, only outdoing
Loving the bitches and leave
The hoes boo hooing
Why? 'Cause they're addicted to
What my dick did
The pleasure and pain the wing-ding inflicted
(yeah)
They'll never forget what's done in bed
By Eazy, the name of a Compton hard head
Cool, but loco like Loc never broke
'Cause it pays to be Ruthless
This is why I do this
I don't give a fuck about fame
I rather deal with a number
Than a motherfucking name (word)
Get me paid and then rap
'Cause all that other bullshit
Without money ain't jack
Eazy but not that easy to deal with
Especially if you're poppin' bullshit
The E-A-Z-Y and to the E
Expression of thought on the
Motherfucking Grand Finale

Yeah, that shit was funky
Last but not least is the muthafuckin DOC
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
(Tell 'em why) , I'm making money
Tripping off the man wit
The swift hand movement
Proving if you're grooving then it's cool
When he be doing it
Taking a second for me to blow your mind
'Cause I'm the diggy diggy Doc and
I would've been down with Rock
But I was smart
The DO to the C knowin' the formula
It's rough, I mean it's funky enough for me
And you can have a listen
Helpin' and some dissin'
D-O-N T M-O-V-E yo without permission
From the DO to the C, I'm just better than
The normal man and I'll be
Damned if a sucker can
Ever compete with the elite, much less speak
It's like dancing with two left feet
Never smile when the Doc is in the room
Or I'mma send ya ass right
To the Temple of Doom
I got raw when I came to Cali
Now I'm wit NWA on
The muthafuckin' Grand Finale

Yeah yeah, that shit was stupid def
But right about now
We gotta send a shout out to everybody
That helped put this
Muthafucking project together

That's word word em up peace is dedicated
To the homeboy Eazy E, Ice Cube
MC Ren, DJ Yella and these are all
The homies from the gang NWA, yahmsayin
LA Dre! Stan the Guitar Man!
Donovan! Michel'le!
DJ Speed! My homeboys Yomo and Maulkie
The super dope manager Jerry Heller
And of course the rest of
The Ruthless and Comptown posse word 'em up!