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    "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 motherfucker to rock on this funky ass beat we're gonna drop
    Alright, So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this motherfucker , run it

    [Ice Cube]
    Picture a nigga that's raw
    Amplify his ass and what you see is what's on
    Motherfuckers I slaughter, blow em out the water

    Word to me, fuck 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 sucker 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 shit up
    Like a dude you can bet on
    Collide like a head on
    Collision, stutter stepping is an incision
    Of a nigga saying exactly what I vision
    Because I'm gone, you think I left you all
    But I stay in yo' ass like cholesterol
    When I blast some solid ass 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, niggas 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 motherfucker dead in the alley
    Ice Cube is the shit on the grand finale

    [Dr. Dre]
    Yea, yea that was funky but we need the motherfucking villian to speak
    So kick it

    [MC Ren]
    The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust
    So let weak motherfuckers turn to dust
    If you're weak it ain't my fault
    Just take a kick in the ass and get turn into a pillar of salt

    And niggas that's biting just to taste me
    I make the punk motherfuckers 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 motherfucking 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 fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
    I'm wanted by the law so I stay low
    Representing the pimp, bitches 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, niggas shit in a (cell pimp)
    For what, maybe 'cause I'm Ren
    And when they clean up shit, yo, they do it again
    So fuck 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 motherfucking E is in the house doing

    [Eazy E]
    The name is Eazy for me to come off like the inforcer'
    Mass murder motherfuckers in a course of
    An everyday situation where I would stalk by
    Fuck the car, I do a motherfucking 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) assault and battery
    Never outdone, only outdoing
    Loving the bitches 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 fuck about fame
    I rather deal wit a number than a motherfucking name (word)
    Get me paid and then rap
    'Cause all the other bullshit money ain't jack
    Eazy but not that Eazy to deal wit
    Especially if you're popping bullshit
    Put the E-A-Z-Y and to the E
    Expression of thought on the motherfucking grand finale

    [Dr. Dre]
    Yea, that shit was funky, last but not least is the motherfucking 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 sucker 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 ass to the temple of doom
    I got raw when I came to Cali
    Now wit NWA on the motherfucking grand finale

    Shout outs
    This song was submitted on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by William(Bootsy) Earl Collins, George Clinton, Jr., Tracy Lynn Curry, O'shea Jackson, Lorenzo Jerald Patterson, Bernard G. Worrell.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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