Dr. Dre - The Grand Finale lyrics

[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 motherf**er to rock on this funky a** beat we're gonna drop Alright, So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this motherf**er , run it [Ice Cube] Picture a n***a that's raw Amplify his a** and what you see is what's on Motherf**ers I slaughter, blow em out the water Word to me, f** 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 s**er 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 sh** up Like a dude you can bet on Collide like a head on Collision, stutter stepping is an incision Of a n***a saying exactly what I vision Because I'm gone, you think I left you all But I stay in yo' a** like cholesterol When I blast some solid a** 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, n***as 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 motherf**er dead in the alley Ice Cube is the sh** on the grand finale [Dr. Dre] Yea, yea that was funky but we need the motherf**ing villian to speak So kick it [MC Ren] The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust So let weak motherf**ers turn to dust If you're weak it ain't my fault Just take a kick in the a** and get turn into a pillar of salt And n***as that's biting just to taste me I make the punk motherf**ers 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 motherf**ing 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 f** the police, yo, so now they after me I'm wanted by the law so I stay low Representing the pimp, b**hes 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, n***as sh** in a (cell pimp) For what, maybe 'cause I'm Ren And when they clean up sh**, yo, they do it again So f** 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 motherf**ing E is in the house doing Damage [Eazy E] The name is Eazy for me to come off like the inforcer' Ma** murder motherf**ers in a course of An everyday situation where I would stalk by f** the car, I do a motherf**ing 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) a**ault and battery Never outdone, only outdoing Loving the b**hes 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 f** about fame I rather deal wit a number than a motherf**ing name (word) Get me paid and then rap 'Cause all the other bullsh** money ain't jack Eazy but not that Eazy to deal wit Especially if you're popping bullsh** Put the E-A-Z-Y and to the E Expression of thought on the motherf**ing grand finale [Dr. Dre] Yea, that sh** was funky, last but not least is the motherf**ing 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 s**er 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 a** to the temple of doom I got raw when I came to Cali Now wit NWA on the motherf**ing grand finale [Dre] Shout outs