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DR. DRE lyrics : "Puffin On Blunts And Drankin Tanqueray"

[Dr. Dre]
Yea, yea, yeah, yo, yo let's do this %#@!
Ha ha, I thought I thaw a puddy tat

Youse a punk-ass ^!$$%
Yo, yea, yo, Death Row's in the mother$#&@in houuse
Wreckin %#@! you know what I'm sayin?

This is Dr. Dre in the mother$#&@in houuuse
Yo, I got my homeboys in the houuse
Tha Dogg Pound's definetly in heere, yeayeah

I got my ^!$$% Kurupt ready to wreck some %#@!, yo
You know what else I got in the house?
Yo, so diggi-Daz step up on that $$#

Yeah, guess what's in here?
My home girl Rage, I said my home girl Rage
Yeah, the lyrical mother$#&@in murderer's in here

Yo, my ^!$$% Glove behind the boards
Yo, dropping that funky-ass bassline, yeah
You know, you know there's alot of punk-ass ^!$$%z out there

A lot of punk-ass (*##$es out there
Yo, you wanna write names?
Yo, that ^!$$% Eazy-E, he's a punk-ass (*##$, really though

Yo, that ^!$$% Tim M-U-T, he's a punk-ass beatch, beeatch!
Ha ha, you know what I'm sayin?
Oh, oh, oh Luke, I didn't forget about you, beatch!

Really though, yo, Death Row's in the mother$#&@in 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 kickin back gettin $#&@ed up and all
You know, puffin on a few blunts,

Drinkin a little bit of that Tanqueray, Tanqueray
Yeah, Tanqueray's definetly in the house
You knowhatI'msayin? Ha ha ha

Cause I'm feelin it baby, I'm feelin it, really though
So-a, right about now, aiyyo Rage
Yo Rage, yo run that %#@! G

[Lady of Rage]
All ways and forever, forever and all ways

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 kickin the rhyme
One time for your mind, your soul, your body
D-O-G's on the side of me, smooth as E & J, hard as Bacardi

Smackin those yaddy-yacks and ducks keep quackin
Hands that are clappin, end up cracklin
under the heat, the pressure from the one that's deffer

Egyptian ruler, call me Cleo or Neferttiti, yes indeedi
Got the eyes that are beedie, body from Tahiti
Voice of the wind lyrics, blow

Chills up ya spine that's illslow
All thoughts in ya mind drop in, yo
You came in the front, but you'll be kicked through the back door

for tryin to step, tryin to come incorrect
tryin to play the left, tryin to start a mess
tryin to cause fuss, tryin to raise a ruckus...Huh

You'll end up ashes to ashes, dust to dust
A busta, you musta been $#&@in 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 shed 'em, don't let 'em
utter a word, not another one heard

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 ^!$$% Daz] (Kurupt)

Yo..I'm Dat ^!$$% Daz who packs a tre-8 slug
A true ^!$$% from the hood, and the Pound gives love
You see, ^!$$%z wanna be down but never came around

So back up off my nuts, and stop sweatin the Pound
You see, ^!$$%z get broke off like 1, 2, 3
cause I'm the D-A to the.. (D-A-to the..) D-A- to the Z
Now G'z pay attention to this young $$# mack daddy
in a Caddy, had he

not known about the city where the ^!$$%z hang around
So I roll 'em up, and hit 'em up with the mother$#&@in Dogg Pound

[Kurupt] (Dat ^!$$% Daz)
I'm rough and rugged, and up to do dirt

I'm from the Dogg Pound ^!$$% so I'm puttin in work
I'm no joke, who the $#&@ you tryin to provoke
(1-8-7) It's cool how his $$# got smoked
I don't drink no $#&@in V-S-O-P
I drink a mother$#&@in' O.G. Olde E

I'm from the click that be kickin the gangsta %#@! (*##$
Real ^!$$%z real G'z wit real big dicks
I hit 'em up with the Pound, so what you wanna throw up
Claimin you're cocaine or cavi when you blow up
Know what? The Pound's in the mother$#&@in house

Back again we try to get high as we can
Dr. Dre, be kickin fat rhymes and produce, and kick %#@!
I gets more wicked than Beetlejuice
Mother$#&@ers get battered, so scatter before I keep ya
hostage, a ^!$$% has to like the grim reaper
So, I'm comin from my hood, what hood?

You really like to know, wouldn't you, I thought you knew
Mother$#&@er don't you know I'm stranded on the Row
I take a look into the crowd kick a style a flow
I'm mashin, mother$#&@ers get murdered for askin
Relax kid, you're rollin wit a $#&@in $$#assin
I last did dirt the other day
Betray, the role of a G, from the D-O double G

P-O-U-N-D, Pound, so bow down mother$#&@in marks
The execution starts, when the Chronic gets sparked
I'm like ??, rough and rugged, cause I'm like baldhead(??)
Wrecks 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+ $#&@in +Joke+
I murder mother$#&@ers as a hobby

One of my idols +Ain't No Joke+, so why in the $#&@ should I be?
Fly me, to the Bahamas, ruff rhymer, drama's
what you're kickin, wicked is how I'm-a
approach ya, the locster, who's quick to up and smoke ya
You're lookin like a smoka, grinnin like the joker
I yolk ya from da back like a (*##$ talkin %#@!
Cause a (*##$ ain't %#@!, 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 wit a tec 9
Ready to put somethin up in that $$# so you respect mine
Fool, Death Row ain't +Lynchin+ and the Pound ain't +Mobbin+
We all don't give a $#&@, run in your crib and start robbin
Throbbin, I'll break a ^!$$% down in the 90's

Maxin at the Pound wit my doggs is where you'll find me

[Dr. Dre]
Heell yeaah
You ^!$$%z can't fade this %#@!, you know what I'm sayin?
Death Row's in the mother$#&@in houuuse

The Dogg Pound's definetly in heeree, you knowhatI'msayin?
And.. ay yo yo yo yo yo.. you ^!$$%z can't fUCK 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 !#@* with this! Seee ya! {*laughter*}

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