Puffin On Blunts And Drankin Tanqueray - Dr. Dre
Yeah, yeah, 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' house Wreckin' shit you know what I'm sayin'? This is Dr. Dre in the motherfuckin' house Yo, I got my homeboys in the house The Dogg Pound's definitely in here, yeah 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 bass line, yeah You know, you know there's a lot 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 But 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 definitely in the house You know what I'm sayin'? 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 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 Eisenours on the dime Yo, I'll be kickin' the rhyme One time for ya 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 will call me Cleo or Nefertiti, yes indeed Got the eyes of the beedie, body from Tahiti Voice of the will lyrics blow, chills up ya spine that's ill slow All thoughts in ya mind drop a yo Came in the front but you 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, dusk to dusk A busta you musta been fuckin' on drugs And alcohol back off, all a y'all up against the wall Spread 'em, dogs go get 'em and Cuff 'em and stuff 'em, cold shed 'em don't let 'em Not 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 Yo, I'm Dat Nigga Daz who packs a tre-8 slug A true nigga from the hood and the pound gives love Yo, see niggas wanna be down but never came around So back up off my nuts and stop sweatin' the pound You see niggas 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-haddy, not known about the city Where the niggas hang around So I roll 'em up and hit 'em up With the motherfuckin' Dogg Pound I'm rough and rugged and up till to the 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 the motherfuckin' O.G., Olde E I'm from the click that be kickin' the gangsta shit bitch Real niggas, real G'z with real big dicks I hit 'em up with the Pound So what you wanna throw up Claimin' your cocaine or cavi when you blow up Know what? The Pounds in the motherfuckin' house Back again we try to get high as we kin Dr. Dre be kickin' phat rhymes and produce and kick shit I gets more wicked than Beetlejuice Motherfuckers get battered, so scatter Before I keep ya hostage a nigga hostage like the grim reaper So I'm comin' from my hood, what hood You really like to know motherfucker 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 action Relax kid, you're rollin' with a fuckin' assasin' Outlasted did dirt the other day Betray, the roll of a G, from the D-O double G P-O-U-N-D, Pound so bow-bow motherfuckin' marks The execute the start, when the chronic gets sparked I'm like [unverified], rough and rugged 'Cause I'm like baldhead [unverified] Wrecks, I flex murderous rhymes to leave you all dead What said is all 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 Dramas what your 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 But a bitch ain't shit, 'cause a bitch ain't shit But a ho and trick on my dick Flip, let's 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 to give respect mine Fool, Deatrow 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 with my doggs is where you'll find me Beatch Hell, yeah You niggaz can't fade this shit, you know what I'm sayin'? Death Row's in the motherfuckin' house The Dogg Pound's definetly in here, you know what I'm sayin'? 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 See ya
Artist: Dr. Dre