Dr. Dre:Yeah, yeah, yeah Yo yo, let's do this shit "I thought I thaw a puddy tat" You's a punk-ass n***a Yo, yeah Yo, Death Row's in the motherf**king house Wrecking shit you know what I'm saying This is Dr. Dre in the motherf**king house Yo, I got my homeboys in the house Tha Dogg Pound's definitely in here, yeah I got my n***a Kurupt ready to wreck some shit Yo, you know what else I got in the house? Yo, so diggi-Daz step up on that ass Yeah, guess what's in here? My homegirl Rage, I said my homegirl Rage Yeah, the lyrical motherf**king murderer's in here Yo my n***a Glove behind the boards Yo dropping that funky-ass bassline, yeah You know, you know there's a lot of punk-ass n***as out there A lot of punk-ass b***hes out there Yo you wanna write names? Yo that n***a Eazy-E, he's a punk-ass b***h, really though Yo that n***a Tim M-U-T, he's a punk-ass biatch, biatch You know what I'm saying Oh, oh, oh Luke, I didn't forget about you, biatch Really though Yo, Death Row's in the motherf**king house Running the 9-3, you know, yeah But right about now There's a little freestyle session going on, in the studio We just kicking back getting f**ked up and all You know, puffing on a few blunts Drinking on a little bit of that Tanqueray, Tanqueray Yeah Tanqueray's definitely in the house You know what I'm saying Cause I'm feeling it baby I'm feeling it, really though So-a, right about now, aiyyo Rage Yo Rage, yo run that shit G Lady of Rage:Always and forever, forever and always The rhythm will flow from now and through all days As long as the sun shines As long as Eisenhower's on the dime Yo, I'll be kicking the rhyme One time for your mind, your soul, your body The OG's on the side of me Smooth as E & J, hard as Bacardi Smacking those yaddy-yacks ducks that keep quacking Hens that are cackling, end up crackling Under the heat, the pressure from the one that's deffer Egyptian ruler, call me Cleo or Nefertiti, yes indeedy Got the eyes that are beady, body from Tahiti Voice of the wind lyrics, blow Chills up your spine I send, so All thoughts in your mind drop 'em yo You came in the front but you'll be kicked through the back door If you try to step, try to come incorrect Try to play the left, try to start a mess Try to cause a fuss, try to raise a ruckus Huh, you'll end up ashes to ashes, dust to dust A busta, you musta been buggin on drugs And alcohol back off, all a y'all, up against the wall Spread em, Doggs - go get em Hand-cuff em and stuff em, cold shut em, don't let em Utter a word, not to mother or Herb If you try you die, visions blurred, speech slurred Served with a cherry on top Rage in effect I just begun to rock Yeah rock on witcha bad self (Rage) Rock on witcha bad self (Rage) Rock on witcha bad self (Rage) Rock on witcha bad self Dat N***a Daz:Yo, I'm Dat N***a Daz who packs a tre-8 slug A true n***a from the hood and the Pound gives love You see n***as wanna be down but never came around So back up off my nuts and stop sweating the Pound You see, n***as get broke off like 1, 2, 3 Cause I'm the D-A to the, D-A- to the Z Now G'z pay attention to this young ass mack daddy In a Caddy, had he Not known about the city where the n***as hang around So I roll em up, and hit em up with the motherf**king Dogg Pound Kurupt:I'm rough and rugged, and up to do dirt I'm from the Dogg Pound n***a so I'm putting in work I'm no joke, who the f**k you trying to provoke (1-8-7) It's cold how his ass got smoked I don't drink no f**king V-S-O-P I drink a motherf**king O.G. Olde E I'm from the clique that be kicking the gangsta shit b***h Real n***as real G'z with real big dicks I hit em up with the Pound, so what you wanna throw up Claiming you're cocaine or cavi when you blow up Know what, the Pound's in the motherf**king house Back again we try to get high as we can Dr. Dre, be kicking fat rhymes and produce, and kick shit I gets more wicked than Beetlejuice Motherf**kers get battered, so scatter before I keep you Hostage, a n***a hostile like the grim reaper So, I'm coming from my hood, what hood You really like to know, wouldn't you, I thought you knew Motherf**ker don't you know I'm stranded on the Row I take a look into the crowd kick a style a flow I'm mashing, motherf**kers get murdered for asking Relax kid, you're rollin' with a f**king assassin I last did dirt the other day Portray, the role of a G, from the D-O double G P-O-U-N-D, Pound so bow bow motherf**kin' marks The execution starts, when the Chronic is sparked I'm like Barkley, rough and rugged, but raw like Rawhead Rex, I flex murderous rhymes to leave you all dead What's said is what's said, it's already spoke The dead is the dead I ain't no f**kin' Joke I murder motherf**kers as a hobby One of my idols Ain't No Joke, so why in the f**k should I be Fly me, to the Bahamas, ruff rhymer, drama's What you're kicking, wicked is how I'm-a Approach you, the locster, who's quick to up and smoke you You're looking like a smoker, grinning like the joker I yoke you from da back like a b***h talking shit Cause a b***h ain't shit but a ho and trick, on my dick Flip, lets take a trip to the Dogg Pound Fools tried to punk me when I was young, but I'm a hog now And I gets respect and I step with a Tec 9 Ready to put somethin' up in that ass so you respect mine Fool, Death Row ain't Lynchin and the Pound ain't Mobbin We all don't give a f**k, run in your crib and start robbing Throbbing, I'll break a n***a down in the 90's Maxing at the Pound wit my doggs is where you'll find me, beeotch Dr. Dre:Heell yeaah You n***as can't fade this shit, you know what I'm saying Death Row's in the motherf**kin' house The Dogg Pound's definitely in here, you knowhatI'msayin And ay yo yo yo yo yo, you n***as can't **** with this So don't even try it Stay in the studio all you want, stay in the studio all you want Cause you can't f**k with this, see ya
[00:03.58]Dr. Dre:Yeah, yeah, yeah [00:04.63]Yo yo, let's do this shit [00:07.15]"I thought I thaw a puddy tat" [00:09.42]You's a punk-ass n***a [00:11.22]Yo, yeah [00:13.02]Yo, Death Row's in the motherf**king house [00:16.23]Wrecking shit you know what I'm saying [00:18.49]This is Dr. Dre in the motherf**king house [00:22.51]Yo, I got my homeboys in the house [00:26.53]Tha Dogg Pound's definitely in here, yeah [00:30.68]I got my n***a Kurupt ready to wreck some shit [00:34.06]Yo, you know what else I got in the house? [00:36.28]Yo, so diggi-Daz step up on that ass [00:39.90]Yeah, guess what's in here? [00:42.15]My homegirl Rage, I said my homegirl Rage [00:47.17]Yeah, the lyrical motherf**king murderer's in here [00:51.87]Yo my n***a Glove behind the boards [00:54.88]Yo dropping that funky-ass bassline, yeah [00:59.42]You know, you know there's a lot of punk-ass n***as out there [01:02.97]A lot of punk-ass b***hes out there [01:05.76]Yo you wanna write names? [01:07.56]Yo that n***a Eazy-E, he's a punk-ass b***h, really though [01:12.44]Yo that n***a Tim M-U-T, he's a punk-ass biatch, biatch [01:19.50]You know what I'm saying [01:20.63]Oh, oh, oh Luke, I didn't forget about you, biatch [01:24.73]Really though [01:25.89]Yo, Death Row's in the motherf**king house [01:28.56]Running the 9-3, you know, yeah [01:32.01]But right about now [01:33.53]There's a little freestyle session going on, in the studio [01:38.03]We just kicking back getting f**ked up and all [01:40.20]You know, puffing on a few blunts [01:42.46]Drinking on a little bit of that Tanqueray, Tanqueray [01:45.55]Yeah Tanqueray's definitely in the house [01:48.45]You know what I'm saying [01:49.89]Cause I'm feeling it baby [01:51.64]I'm feeling it, really though [01:53.71]So-a, right about now, aiyyo Rage [01:56.49]Yo Rage, yo run that shit G [01:58.89]Lady of Rage:Always and forever, forever and always [02:01.98]The rhythm will flow from now and through all days [02:04.21]As long as the sun shines [02:05.39]As long as Eisenhower's on the dime [02:07.44]Yo, I'll be kicking the rhyme [02:09.04]One time for your mind, your soul, your body [02:11.63]The OG's on the side of me [02:13.06]Smooth as E & J, hard as Bacardi [02:14.88]Smacking those yaddy-yacks ducks that keep quacking [02:17.14]Hens that are cackling, end up crackling [02:19.57]Under the heat, the pressure from the one that's deffer [02:23.08]Egyptian ruler, call me Cleo or Nefertiti, yes indeedy [02:27.11]Got the eyes that are beady, body from Tahiti [02:29.85]Voice of the wind lyrics, blow [02:32.14]Chills up your spine I send, so [02:34.68]All thoughts in your mind drop 'em yo [02:37.33]You came in the front but you'll be kicked through the back door [02:39.96]If you try to step, try to come incorrect [02:42.48]Try to play the left, try to start a mess [02:45.06]Try to cause a fuss, try to raise a ruckus [02:47.63]Huh, you'll end up ashes to ashes, dust to dust [02:50.59]A busta, you musta been buggin on drugs [02:52.99]And alcohol back off, all a y'all, up against the wall [02:56.38]Spread em, Doggs - go get em [02:58.23]Hand-cuff em and stuff em, cold shut em, don't let em [03:00.95]Utter a word, not to mother or Herb [03:03.29]If you try you die, visions blurred, speech slurred [03:05.75]Served with a cherry on top [03:08.64]Rage in effect I just begun to rock [03:10.98]Yeah rock on witcha bad self (Rage) [03:14.22]Rock on witcha bad self (Rage) [03:16.62]Rock on witcha bad self (Rage) [03:19.30]Rock on witcha bad self [03:21.02]Dat N***a Daz:Yo, I'm Dat N***a Daz who packs a tre-8 slug [03:23.87]A true n***a from the hood and the Pound gives love [03:26.26]You see n***as wanna be down but never came around [03:29.05]So back up off my nuts and stop sweating the Pound [03:31.42]You see, n***as get broke off like 1, 2, 3 [03:34.14]Cause I'm the D-A to the, D-A- to the Z [03:36.81]Now G'z pay attention to this young ass mack daddy [03:39.80]In a Caddy, had he [03:41.45]Not known about the city where the n***as hang around [03:44.28]So I roll em up, and hit em up with the motherf**king Dogg Pound [03:47.24]Kurupt:I'm rough and rugged, and up to do dirt [03:49.69]I'm from the Dogg Pound n***a so I'm putting in work [03:52.10]I'm no joke, who the f**k you trying to provoke [03:54.73](1-8-7) It's cold how his ass got smoked [03:57.28]I don't drink no f**king V-S-O-P [03:59.77]I drink a motherf**king O.G. Olde E [04:02.32]I'm from the clique that be kicking the gangsta shit b***h [04:05.08]Real n***as real G'z with real big dicks [04:07.63]I hit em up with the Pound, so what you wanna throw up [04:10.49]Claiming you're cocaine or cavi when you blow up [04:13.10]Know what, the Pound's in the motherf**king house [04:15.54]Back again we try to get high as we can [04:18.19]Dr. Dre, be kicking fat rhymes and produce, and kick shit [04:21.38]I gets more wicked than Beetlejuice [04:23.31]Motherf**kers get battered, so scatter before I keep you [04:25.81]Hostage, a n***a hostile like the grim reaper [04:28.52]So, I'm coming from my hood, what hood [04:30.90]You really like to know, wouldn't you, I thought you knew [04:33.54]Motherf**ker don't you know I'm stranded on the Row [04:35.91]I take a look into the crowd kick a style a flow [04:38.45]I'm mashing, motherf**kers get murdered for asking [04:41.14]Relax kid, you're rollin' with a f**king assassin [04:43.67]I last did dirt the other day [04:46.03]Portray, the role of a G, from the D-O double G [04:49.06]P-O-U-N-D, Pound so bow bow motherf**kin' marks [04:51.82]The execution starts, when the Chronic is sparked [04:54.18]I'm like Barkley, rough and rugged, but raw like Rawhead [04:56.87]Rex, I flex murderous rhymes to leave you all dead [04:59.44]What's said is what's said, it's already spoke [05:02.60]The dead is the dead I ain't no f**kin' Joke [05:05.11]I murder motherf**kers as a hobby [05:07.07]One of my idols Ain't No Joke, so why in the f**k should I be [05:09.81]Fly me, to the Bahamas, ruff rhymer, drama's [05:12.80]What you're kicking, wicked is how I'm-a [05:14.93]Approach you, the locster, who's quick to up and smoke you [05:17.42]You're looking like a smoker, grinning like the joker [05:20.08]I yoke you from da back like a b***h talking shit [05:22.59]Cause a b***h ain't shit but a ho and trick, on my dick [05:25.00]Flip, lets take a trip to the Dogg Pound [05:27.33]Fools tried to punk me when I was young, but I'm a hog now [05:29.99]And I gets respect and I step with a Tec 9 [05:32.47]Ready to put somethin' up in that ass so you respect mine [05:35.01]Fool, Death Row ain't Lynchin and the Pound ain't Mobbin [05:38.11]We all don't give a f**k, run in your crib and start robbing [05:40.60]Throbbing, I'll break a n***a down in the 90's [05:43.22]Maxing at the Pound wit my doggs is where you'll find me, beeotch [05:48.43]Dr. Dre:Heell yeaah [05:51.83]You n***as can't fade this shit, you know what I'm saying [05:54.96]Death Row's in the motherf**kin' house [05:57.39]The Dogg Pound's definitely in here, you knowhatI'msayin [06:01.36]And ay yo yo yo yo yo, you n***as can't **** with this [06:05.54]So don't even try it [06:06.67]Stay in the studio all you want, stay in the studio all you want [06:09.58]Cause you can't f**k with this, see ya [06:12.62]
