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[Dr. Dre] Yea, yea, yeah, yo, yo let's do this shit Ha ha, I thought I thaw a puddy tat Youse a punk-ass nigga Yo, yea, yo, Death Row's in the motherfuckin houuse Wreckin shit you know what I'm sayin? This is Dr. Dre in the motherfuckin houuuse Yo, I got my homeboys in the houuse Tha Dogg Pound's definetly in heere, yeayeah I got my nigga 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 home girl Rage, I said my home girl Rage Yeah, the lyrical motherfuckin murderer's in here Yo, my nigga Glove behind the boards Yo, dropping that funky-ass bassline, yeah You know, you know there's alot of punk-ass niggaz out there A lot of punk-ass bitches out there Yo, you wanna write names? Yo, that nigga Eazy-E, he's a punk-ass bitch, really though Yo, that nigga 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 motherfuckin house Running the 9-3, you know, yeah! SongtexteBut right about now, there's a little freestyle session going on, in the studio We just kickin back gettin fucked 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 shit 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 fuckin 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 Nigga Daz] (Kurupt) Yo..I'm Dat Nigga Daz who packs a tre-8 slug A true nigga from the hood, and the Pound gives love You see, niggaz wanna be down but never came around So back up off my nuts, and stop sweatin the Pound You see, niggaz 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 ass mack daddy in a Caddy, had he not known about the city where the niggaz hang around So I roll 'em up, and hit 'em up with the motherfuckin Dogg Pound [Kurupt] (Dat Nigga Daz) I'm rough and rugged, and up to do dirt I'm from the Dogg Pound nigga so I'm puttin in work I'm no joke, who the fuck you tryin to provoke (1-8-7) It's cool how his ass got smoked I don't drink no fuckin V-S-O-P I drink a motherfuckin' O.G. Olde E I'm from the click that be kickin the gangsta shit bitch Real niggaz 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 motherfuckin house Back again we try to get high as we can Dr. Dre, be kickin fat rhymes and produce, and kick shit I gets more wicked than Beetlejuice Motherfuckers get battered, so scatter before I keep ya hostage, a nigga 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 Motherfucker 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, motherfuckers get murdered for askin Relax kid, you're rollin wit a fuckin assassin 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 motherfuckin 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+ fuckin +Joke+ I murder motherfuckers as a hobby One of my idols +Ain't No Joke+, so why in the fuck 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 bitch talkin shit Cause a bitch 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 wit 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 fuck, run in your crib and start robbin Throbbin, I'll break a nigga down in the 90's Maxin at the Pound wit my doggs is where you'll find me Beatch.. [Dr. Dre] Heell yeaah You niggaz can't fade this shit, you know what I'm sayin? Death Row's in the motherfuckin houuuse The Dogg Pound's definetly in heeree, you knowhatI'msayin? And.. ay yo yo yo yo yo.. you niggaz 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 FUCK with this! Seee ya! {*laughter*} Aus Songtexte Mania