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作词 : Kurupt, Rage, RBX, Snoop ... |
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Artist：dr. dre featuring kurupt, lady of rage, rbx, snoop doggy dogg |
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Intro：bushwick bill |
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Yes, it is i says me |
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And although me |
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By morning three, cause they're weak |
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*laughter* |
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Yes, yo!, i'm in the house now for sure |
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Because i wanna talk about the hearts of men |
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Who knows what evil lurks within them |
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But lets take a travel down the blindside |
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And see what we find on this... |
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Path... |
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Called... |
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Verse one: kurupt |
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Stranded on death row, so duck when i swing my *************t |
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I get rugged like rawhead rex with fat tracks that fits |
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The gangsta type, what i recite's kinda lethal |
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*************z know, the flow that i kick, there's no refill |
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I'm murderin *************z, yo, and maybe because of the tone |
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I kicks my grip, the mic and kick *************t |
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*************z can't ************* with |
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So remember i go hardcore, and slam |
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Nuff respect like a sensei, ba-bash like van damme |
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So any ************* that claim they bossin |
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What don't you bring your ass on over to crenshaw and slauson |
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Take a walk through the hood, and we up to no good |
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Slangin on things like a real ho |
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G should, i'm stackin and mackin and packin a ten so |
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When you're slippin, i slip the clip in |
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But ain't no steady tripppin |
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Cause it's death row, rollin like the mafia |
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Think about whoopin some ass, but what the ************* stoppin ya |
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Ain't nathin but a buster |
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I'm stranded on death row for pumpin slugs in mother******s |
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Now you know you're outdone |
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Feel the shotgun, korrupt inmate cell block one |
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Verse two: rbx |
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No prevention from this mention of sorts |
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Your're a victim, from my driveby of thoughts |
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No extensions, all attempts are to fail |
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Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braile |
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From the lunatic, i death like arsenic |
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When i kick up wicked raps |
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That the grain will hit the scratch |
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With treachery, my literary form will blast |
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And totally surpass the norm |
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Not a storm, plural, make it, many storms |
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When i'm vexed, i fly leg necks and arms |
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In this dimension, i'm the presenter |
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And the inventor, and the tormentor |
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Deranged, like the hillside strangler |
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Mc mangler, tough like wrangler |
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I write a rhyme, hard as concrete |
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Step to the heat and get burned like mesquite |
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So what you wanna do |
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The narrator rbx, cell block two |
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Verse three: lady of rage |
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Rage, lyrical murderer |
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Stranded on death row |
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And now i'm servin a lifetime sentence |
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There'll be no repentence |
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Since it's the life that i choose to lead |
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I plead guilty |
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On all counts let the ball bounce where it may |
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It's just another clip into my ak |
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Buck em down with my underground tactics |
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Facts and stacks of clips on my matress |
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Bed frame there's another dead pain |
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Layin lain with the shame, who's to blame |
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Me, the lady of rage |
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On when i'm comin from the d-e-a-t-h in |
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R-o-w takin, no *************t |
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So flip and you're bound to get dropped |
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It's 187 on mother******s don't stop |
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Handcuffed as i bust there'll be no debate |
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It's rage, from cell block eight |
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Verse four: snoop doggy dogg |
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And yo steppin through the fog |
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And creepin through the smog |
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It's the number one ************* from the hood, doggy dogg |
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Makin videos, now i stay in hollywood |
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Bustin raps for my snaps now they call me eastwood |
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Dre is the doctor and my homey little ************* |
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Warren g is my hand and my hand's on the trigga |
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Shootin at the hoes with the game that i got |
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Sent to death row cause i wanted to make a quick one servin my rocks |
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And i'm still, servin for mines, peace |
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To my mother****** homies doin time |
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In the pen and the county jail |
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Mobbin with your blues on, mad as hell |
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And you say yeah ************* the police |
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And all the homies on the streets is all about peace |
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And it's drivin the cops crazy |
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But ain't nuttin but a black thing bay-bee, uhhh |
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No i'm not flaggin, but i'm just saggin |
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I betcha don't wanna see the d-o double g |
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And you can't see, the d-r to the e |
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Or my mother****** homey d.o.c. |
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You know you can't ************* with my mother****** dj |
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That's my homey and we call him warren g |
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Yeah, and you don't stop |
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Doggy dogg break em down with the mother****** dogg pound |
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That's the only way we'll beat em man |
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We gotta smoke em, then choke em |
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Like the mother****** peter man |
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It's like three and to the two |
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And two and to the one |
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Cell block four peace doggy dogg's done |
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Outtro : bushwick bill |
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Yo, now you know the path i'm on |
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You think you're strong, see if you can travel on |
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Cause only the weak, will try to speak |
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Those who are quiet, will always cause riots |
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There's three types of people in the world |
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Those who don't know what happened |
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Those who wonder what happened |
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And people like us from the streets that make things happen! |