Stranded on Death Row Lyrics

Song	Stranded on Death Row
Artist	Dr. Dre
Album	Chronicle: Best of the Works
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	作词 : Kurupt, Rage, RBX, Snoop ...
	Artist：dr. dre featuring kurupt, lady of rage, rbx, snoop doggy dogg
	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 *************t
	I get rugged like rawhead rex with fat tracks that fits
	The gangsta type, what i recite's kinda lethal
	*************z know, the flow that i kick, there's no refill
	I'm murderin *************z, yo, and maybe because of the tone
	I kicks my grip, the mic and kick *************t
	***********z can't *********** with
	So remember i go hardcore, and slam
	Nuff respect like a sensei, ba-bash like van damme
	So any ************* 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 ************* stoppin ya
	Ain't nathin but a buster
	I'm stranded on death row for pumpin slugs in mother******s
	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 *************t
	So flip and you're bound to get dropped
	It's 187 on mother******s 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 ************* 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 *************
	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 mother****** homies doin time
	In the pen and the county jail
	Mobbin with your blues on, mad as hell
	And you say yeah ************* 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 mother****** homey d.o.c.
	You know you can't *********** with my mother**** dj
	That's my homey and we call him warren g
	Yeah, and you don't stop
	Doggy dogg break em down with the mother****** dogg pound
	That's the only way we'll beat em man
	We gotta smoke em, then choke em
	Like the mother****** peter man
	It's like three and to the two
	And two and to the one
	Cell block four peace doggy dogg's done
	Outtro : 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!

	zuo ci : Kurupt, Rage, RBX, Snoop ...
	Artist: dr. dre featuring kurupt, lady of rage, rbx, snoop doggy dogg
	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 t
	I get rugged like rawhead rex with fat tracks that fits
	The gangsta type, what i recite' s kinda lethal
	z know, the flow that i kick, there' s no refill
	I' m murderin z, yo, and maybe because of the tone
	I kicks my grip, the mic and kick t
	z can' t with
	So remember i go hardcore, and slam
	Nuff respect like a sensei, babash like van damme
	So any 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 stoppin ya
	Ain' t nathin but a buster
	I' m stranded on death row for pumpin slugs in mother s
	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 death in
	Row takin, no t
	So flip and you' re bound to get dropped
	It' s 187 on mother s 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 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
	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 mother homies doin time
	In the pen and the county jail
	Mobbin with your blues on, mad as hell
	And you say yeah 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 baybee, uhhh
	No i' m not flaggin, but i' m just saggin
	I betcha don' t wanna see the do double g
	And you can' t see, the dr to the e
	Or my mother homey d. o. c.
	You know you can' t with my mother dj
	That' s my homey and we call him warren g
	Yeah, and you don' t stop
	Doggy dogg break em down with the mother dogg pound
	That' s the only way we' ll beat em man
	We gotta smoke em, then choke em
	Like the mother peter man
	It' s like three and to the two
	And two and to the one
	Cell block four peace doggy dogg' s done
	Outtro : 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!

	zuò cí : Kurupt, Rage, RBX, Snoop ...
	Artist: dr. dre featuring kurupt, lady of rage, rbx, snoop doggy dogg
	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 t
	I get rugged like rawhead rex with fat tracks that fits
	The gangsta type, what i recite' s kinda lethal
	z know, the flow that i kick, there' s no refill
	I' m murderin z, yo, and maybe because of the tone
	I kicks my grip, the mic and kick t
	z can' t with
	So remember i go hardcore, and slam
	Nuff respect like a sensei, babash like van damme
	So any 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 stoppin ya
	Ain' t nathin but a buster
	I' m stranded on death row for pumpin slugs in mother s
	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 death in
	Row takin, no t
	So flip and you' re bound to get dropped
	It' s 187 on mother s 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 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
	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 mother homies doin time
	In the pen and the county jail
	Mobbin with your blues on, mad as hell
	And you say yeah 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 baybee, uhhh
	No i' m not flaggin, but i' m just saggin
	I betcha don' t wanna see the do double g
	And you can' t see, the dr to the e
	Or my mother homey d. o. c.
	You know you can' t with my mother dj
	That' s my homey and we call him warren g
	Yeah, and you don' t stop
	Doggy dogg break em down with the mother dogg pound
	That' s the only way we' ll beat em man
	We gotta smoke em, then choke em
	Like the mother peter man
	It' s like three and to the two
	And two and to the one
	Cell block four peace doggy dogg' s done
	Outtro : 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!

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