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[Dr. Dre]Check this out, we've come to the last and final recordThis is Dr. Dre in full effect and we gonna kick it off a little some this like thisWe 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 wholePosse in this motherfucker to rock on this funky ass beat we're gonna dropAlright, So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this motherfucker , run it[Ice Cube]Picture a nigga that's rawAmplify his ass and what you see is what's onMotherfuckers I slaughter, blow em out the waterWord to me, fuck the fatherMy melody is deadly as a pin in a hand grenade5 seconds before you get playedYou can't throw me, I guess you'll blow upEver see a sucker scatter, it'll make ya throw upThen I take advantage, you can't manageTo get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit upHit up, Ice Cube tearing shit upLike a dude you can bet onCollide like a head onCollision, stutter stepping is an incisionOf a nigga saying exactly what I visionBecause I'm gone, you think I left you allBut I stay in yo' ass like cholesterolLetras de cancionesWhen I blast some solid ass AlcatrazAnd if you escape, you better swim fast'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentallyAnd the capital punishment's the penaltySitting in the electric chair, grab a holdPull the switch, yo' body twitch, your eye's explodeOut your skull 'cause being dull on a flowIs an N-O, niggas didn't know that I can goOff and show off to throw off the lawTurn, take 10 paces then drawWhat's left is a motherfucker dead in the alleyIce Cube is the shit on the grand finale[Dr. Dre]Yea, yea that was funky but we need the motherfucking villian to speakSo kick it[MC Ren]The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bustSo let weak motherfuckers turn to dustIf you're weak it ain't my faultJust take a kick in the ass and get turn into a pillar of saltAnd niggas that's biting just to taste meI make the punk motherfuckers buckle up for safetyAnd on the dope they caught from the flashAnd swing like a bit when he's caught in a whiplashGiving him pain 'cause I'm urgentRearrange the motherfucking face like a surgeonIt ain't no excuse for the torture deliveringDon't say that I scare you, I can tell 'cause your shiveringLyrics label wit an X and not a GI say fuck the police, yo, so now they after meI'm wanted by the law so I stay lowRepresenting the pimp, bitches making my doughIn a different stage, I must of went on a rampageMe and the D.O.C. are always hitting the front pageFor what, for stealing and stepping up to the sheriffAnd when I enter the party, niggas shit in a (cell pimp)For what, maybe 'cause I'm RenAnd when they clean up shit, yo, they do it againSo fuck it, sit back cool and relaxWhile Eazy busts the facts kicking the grande finale[Dr. Dre]Yea, y'all know what time it is. Easy motherfucking E is in the house doingDamage[Eazy E]The name is Eazy for me to come off like the inforcer'Mass murder motherfuckers in a course ofAn everyday situation where I would stalk byFuck the car, I do a motherfucking walk-byEazy-E and the D.O. to the C. andRun house and there won't be no disagreeing'Cause if there is some, you feeling staticyThen I'm arrested (For what) assault and batteryNever outdone, only outdoingLoving the bitches and the hoes boo hooingWhy 'cause they're addicted to my dickThe pleasure of pain, the wing-ding and flipped it(Yea) and never forget when done in bed byEazy, the name of a Compton hard headCool 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 fameI rather deal wit a number than a motherfucking name (word)Get me paid and then rap'Cause all the other bullshit money ain't jackEazy but not that Eazy to deal witEspecially if you're popping bullshitPut the E-A-Z-Y and to the EExpression of thought on the motherfucking grand finale[Dr. Dre]Yea, that shit was funky, last but not least is the motherfucking D.O.C.This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it[The D.O.C.]Swinging, singing a brand new rapOn a rhythm concocted by my homie in the back andIf it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funnyBut to me it's kinda cool (Tell 'em why), I'm making moneyTripping up the man wit the (swig tan) movementProving if you're grooving then it cool when he be doing itTaking 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 formulaIt's rough, I mean it's funky enough for meAnd you can have a listen after that and this andD-O-N-'T M-O-V-E wit out permissionFrom the D.O. to the C., I'm just better thanThe normal man and I'll be dumb if a sucker canEver compete wit the eliteMuch less beat, it's like dancing wit 2 left feetNever smile when the D.O.C. is in the roomOr I'm a send ya ass to the temple of doomI got raw when I came to CaliNow wit NWA on the motherfucking grand finale[Dre]Shout outs From Letras Mania