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Artist/Band: Dr. Dre
Lyrics for Song: Stranded On Death Row
Lyrics for Album: The Chronicle: Best Of The Works [2002]



(feat. Kurupt, Lady Of Rage, RBX, Snoop Doggy D)



[Intro: Bushwick Bill]



Yes, it is I says me

And although me

By morning three, cause they're weak

[laughter]

Yes, yo!, I'm in the house now for sure

Because I wanna talk about the hearts of men

Who knows what evil lurks within them

But lets take a travel down the blindside

And see what we find on this...

Path...

Called...



[Verse One: Kurupt]



Stranded on Death Row, so duck when I swing my shit

I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits

The gangsta type, what I recite's kinda lethal

Niggaz know, the flow that I kick, there's no refill

I'm murderin niggaz, Yo, and maybe because of the tone

I kicks my grip, the mic and kick shit

Niggaz can't fuck with

So remember I go hardcore, and slam

Nuff respect like a sensei, ba-bash like Van Damme

So any nigga that claim they bossin

What don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson

Take a walk through the hood, and we up to no good

Slangin on things like a real ho

G should, I'm stackin and mackin and packin a ten so

When you're slippin, I slip the clip in

But ain't no steady tripppin

Cause it's Death Row, rollin like the mafia

Think about whoopin some ass, but what the fuck stoppin ya

Ain't nathin but a buster

I'm Stranded on Death Row for pumpin slugs in motherfuckers

Now you know you're outdone

Feel the shotgun, Korrupt inmate cell block one



[Verse Two: RBX]



No prevention from this mention of sorts

Your're a victim, from my driveby of thoughts

No extensions, all attempts are to fail

Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braile

From the lunatic, I death like arsenic

When I kick up wicked raps

That the grain will hit the scratch

With treachery, my literary form will blast

And totally surpass the norm

Not a storm, plural, make it, many storms

When I'm vexed, I fly leg necks and arms

In this dimension, I'm the presenter

And the inventor, and the tormentor

Deranged, like the hillside strangler

MC mangler, tough like Wrangler

I write a rhyme, hard as concrete

Step to the heat and get burned like mesquite

So what you wanna do

The narrator RBX, cell block two



[Verse Three: Lady of Rage]



Rage, lyrical murderer

Stranded on Death Row

And now I'm servin a lifetime sentence

There'll be no repentence

Since it's the life that I choose to lead

I plead guilty

On all counts let the ball bounce where it may

It's just another clip into my AK

Buck em down with my underground tactics

Facts and stacks of clips on my matress

Bed frame there's another dead pain

Layin lain with the shame, who's to blame

Me, the lady of Rage

On when I'm comin from the D-E-A-T-H in

R-O-W takin, no shit

So flip and you're bound to get dropped

It's 187 on motherfuckers don't stop

Handcuffed as I bust there'll be no debate

It's Rage, from cell block eight



[Verse Four: Snoop Doggy Dogg]



And yo steppin through the fog

And creepin through the smog

It's the number one nigga from the hood, Doggy Dogg

Makin videos, now I stay in Hollywood

Bustin raps for my snaps now they call me Eastwood

Dre is the doctor and my homey little nigga

Warren G is my hand and my hand's on the trigga

Shootin at the hoes with the game that I got

Sent to death row cause I wanted to make a quick one servin my rocks

And I'm still, servin for mines, peace

To my motherfuckin homies doin time

In the pen and the county jail

Mobbin with your blues on, mad as hell

And you say yeah fuck the police

And all the homies on the streets is all about peace

And it's drivin the cops crazy

But ain't nuttin but a black thing bay-bee, uhhh

No I'm not flaggin, but I'm just saggin

I betcha don't wanna see the D-O double G

And you can't see, the D-R to the E

Or my motherfuckin homey D.O.C.

You know you can't fuck with my motherfuckin DJ

That's my homey and we call him Warren G

Yeah, and you don't stop

Doggy Dogg break em down with the motherfuckin Dogg Pound

That's the only way we'll beat em man

We gotta smoke em, then choke em

Like the motherfuckin peter man

It's like three and to the two

And two and to the one

Cell block four peace Doggy Dogg's done



[Outro : Bushwick Bill]



Yo, now you know the path I'm on

You think you're strong, see if you can travel on

Cause only the weak, will try to speak

Those who are quiet, will always cause riots

There's three types of people in the world

Those who don't know what happened

Those who wonder what happened

And people like us from the streets that MAKE things happen!


Album Lyrics: The Chronicle: Best Of The Works [2002]


Dr. Dre
"The Chronicle: Best Of The Works [2002]"


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2. Natural Born Killaz
3. Lil' Ghetto Boy
4. Let Me Ride
5. California Love
6. Stranded On Death Row
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