The Grand Finale

[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 keyboard and I want the whole posse in this muthafucka to rock on this funky ass beat we finna drop aight, So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthafucka, run it [Verse 1: 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 scattered? It'll 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 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 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, niggas 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 motherfucker dead in the alley Ice Cube is the shit on the grand finale [Interlude: Dr. Dre] Yea, yea that was funky but we need the muthafucking villian to speak So kick it [Verse 2: MC Ren] The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust So let weak muthafuckas turn to dust If you're weak it ain't your fault Just take a kick in the ass and get turned into a pillar of salt And niggas that bite just to taste me I make the punk muthafuckas 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 muthafucking face like a surgeon It ain't no excuse for the torture delivering Don't say you're not scared - I can tell cause your shivering Lyrics label wit an X and not a G I said "fuck the police", yo, so now they after me I'm wanted by the law so I stay low Representing the pimp while bitches make my dough In a different stage, I must of went on a rampage Me and the doc are always hitting the front page For what, the Villain is stepping up to the shelf And when I enter the party, niggas shit on themselves 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 [Interlude 2: Dr. Dre] Yea, y'all know what time it is. Eazy muthafucking E is in the house doing damage [Verse 3: Eazy E] They made it Eazy for me to come off like the enforcer Mass murder muthafuckas 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 leave the hoes boo-hooing Why cause they're addicted, to what my dick did The pleasure and pain the wing-ding inflicted (Yea) and never forget when done in bed by Eazy, the name of a Compton hard head Cool, but loco 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 poppin bullshit The E-A-Z-Y on to the E Expression of thought on the motherfucking grand finale [Interlude 3: Dr. Dre] Yeah, that shit was funky, last but not least is the muthafucking 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 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. 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 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 sucker 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'm a send ya ass to the temple of doom I got raw when I came to Cali Now wit N.W.A. on the muthafucking grand finale [Outro: Dr. Dre and D.O.C.] Yeah yeah, that shit was stupid (?) But right about now we gotta send a shout out to everyone who helped put this muthafucking 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! [Shutthefuckup! Ahhh!]