N.w.a. - The Grand Finale lyrics

[Intro: 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 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 muthaf**a to rock on this funky a** beat we finna drop, aight. So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthaf**a, run it [Verse 1: 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 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 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, 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 an N-O n***as didn't know that I can go Off and show off to throw off the law Turn, take 10 spaces then draw What's left is a motherf**er dead in the alley Ice Cube is the sh** on the grand finale [Interlude: Dr. Dre] Yeah, yeah that was funky, but now we need the muthaf**ing villian to speak, so kick it [Verse 2: MC Ren] The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust So let weak muthaf**as turn to dust If you're weak, it ain't your fault Just take a kick in the a** and get turned into a pillar of salt And n***as that bite just to taste me I make the punk muthaf**as buckle up for safety And those that don't, 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 their muthaf**ing 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 your shivering Lyrics label wit an X and not a G I said "f** the police", yo, so now they after me I'm wanted by the law so I stay low Representing the pimp while b**hes 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, n***as sh** on themselves And for what? Maybe 'cause I'm Ren And when they clean up their sh**, yo, they do it again So f** it, sit back cool and relax While Eazy busts the facts kicking the grand finale [Interlude 2: Dr. Dre] Yeah, y'all know what time it is. Eazy muthaf**ing E is in the house doing damage [Verse 3: Eazy E] They made it Eazy for me to come off like the enforcer Ma** murderin' muthaf**as in a course of An everyday situation where I would stalk by f** a car, I do a motherf**ing walk-by Eazy-E and the D.O. 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) a**ault and battery Never outdone, only outdoing Loving the b**hes 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 f** about fame I rather deal wit a number than a motherf**ing name (word) Get me paid and then rap 'Cause all that other bullsh** without money ain't jack Eazy but not that Eazy to deal with Especially if you're poppin bullsh** The E-A-Z-Y and to the E Expression of thought on the motherf**ing grand finale [Interlude 3: Dr. Dre] Yeah, that sh** was funky Last but not least is the muthaf**in D.O.C This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it [Verse 4: 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 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 D.O. 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 D.O. to the C., I'm just better than The normal man and I'll be damned if a s**er can Ever compete wit 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 a** right to the Temple of Doom I got raw when I came to Cali Now I'm wit N.W.A. on the muthaf**ing grand finale [Outro: Dr. Dre and D.O.C.] Yeah yeah, that sh** was stupid def But right about now, we gotta send a shout out to everybody who helped put this muthaf**ing project together That's word. Word em up. Peace is dedicated to Eazy E, Ice Cube, MC Ren, DJ Yella. And these other 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! [Shutthef**up! Ahhh!]