[Dr. Dre]

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 some this 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 motherfucker to rock on this funky ass beat we're gonna drop

Alright, So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this motherfucker , run it



[Ice Cube]

Picture a nigga that's raw

Amplify his ass and what you see is what's on

Motherfuckers I slaughter, blow em out the water

Word to me, fuck the father

My melody 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 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 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 some solid ass 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, niggas 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 motherfucker dead in the alley

Ice Cube is the shit on the grand finale



[Dr. Dre]

Yea, yea that was funky but we need the motherfucking villian to speak

So kick it



[MC Ren]

The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust

So let weak motherfuckers turn to dust

If you're weak it ain't my fault

Just take a kick in the ass and get turn into a pillar of salt

And niggas that's biting just to taste me

I make the punk motherfuckers 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 motherfucking 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 fuck the police, yo, so now they after me

I'm wanted by the law so I stay low

Representing the pimp, bitches 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, niggas shit in a (cell pimp)

For what, maybe 'cause I'm Ren

And when they clean up shit, yo, they do it again

So fuck it, sit back cool and relax

While 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 doing

Damage



[Eazy E]

The name is Eazy for me to come off like the inforcer'

Mass murder motherfuckers in a course of

An everyday situation where I would stalk by

Fuck the car, I do a motherfucking 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 (For what) assault and battery

Never outdone, only outdoing

Loving the bitches 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 fuck about fame

I rather deal wit a number than a motherfucking name (word)

Get me paid and then rap

'Cause all the other bullshit money ain't jack

Eazy but not that Eazy to deal wit

Especially if you're popping bullshit

Put the E-A-Z-Y and to the E

Expression 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 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 up the man wit the (swig tan) movement

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 enough 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 sucker 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 ass to the temple of doom

I got raw when I came to Cali

Now wit NWA on the motherfucking grand finale



[Dre]

Shout outs

Writer : LOVE, CRAIG/PHILLIPS, JAMES/PHILLIPS, JASON T
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC