- Song Name: Stranded on Death Row
- Artist Name: Dr. Dre
- Album: The Chronic
- Songwriters: Allen Walsh, Allen Williams, Andre R Yound, Billy Nichols, Cordozar Broadus, Eric Collins, Isaac Hayes, Ricardo Brown, Robin Allen
- Release Date: 1992.12.15
- Label: Death Row
LYRICS FOR "Stranded on Death Row"
Yes
'Cause they we
Because I wanna talk about the hearts of men
Who knows what evil lurks within them
But let's take a travel down the blindside
And see what we find on this path called
So duck when I swing my s***
I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits
The gangsta type
Niggaz know
I'm murderin' niggaz
I kicks when I grip the mic and kick s*** niggaz can't f*** with
So remember I go hardcore
Nuff respect like a sensei
So any nigga that claim they bossin'
What don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slausson
Take a walk through the hood
Slangin' on things like a real O
I'm stackin' and mackin' and packin' a ten so
When you're slippin'
'Cause it's Death Row
Think about whoopin' some ass
Ain't nathin' but a buster
I'm stranded on death row for pumpin' slugs in m************
Now you know you're outdone
Kurupt inmate cell block one
No prevention from this lynchin' of sorts
You're a victim
No extensions
Blinded by the light
From the lunatic
When I kick a wicked raps
With treachery
And totally surpass the norm
Plural
I fly leg necks and arms in this dimension
I'm the presenter and the inventor and the tormentor
Deranged
MC mangler
I write a rhyme
Step to the heat and get burned like mesquite!
So what you wanna do? The narrator RBX
Rage
And now I'm servin' a lifetime sentence
Since it's the life that I choose to lead I plead guilty on all counts
Let the ball bounce where it may
Buck 'em down with my underground tactics
Facts and stacks of clips on my mattress bed frame
There's another dead
Me
Takin' no s***
It's 187 on m************ don't stop
Handcuffed as I bust there'll be no debate
It's Rage
Aiyyo
It's the number one nigga from the hood Doggy Dogg
Makin' videos
Bustin' raps for my snaps
Dre is the Dr
Warren G is my hand and my hand's on the trigga
Shootin' at the hoes with the game that I got
Sent to Death Row 'cause I wanted to make a grip from servin' my rocks
And I'm still servin' for mines
Doin' time in the pen and the county jail
Mobbin' with your blues on
And you say
And all the homies on the streets is all about peace
And it's drivin' the cops crazy
But ain't nuttin' but a black thing bay-bee
Uh
I betcha don't wanna see the D O double G and you can't see
The D R to the E or my motherfuckin' homey D
You know you can't f*** with my motherfuckin' DJ
That's my homey and we call him Warren G
Yeah
Doggy Dogg break 'em down with the motherfuckin' Dogg Pound
That's the only way we'll beat 'em man
We gotta smoke 'em
It's like three and to the two and two and to the one
Cell block four peace Doggy Dogg's done
Yo
See if you can travel on 'cause only the weak
Those who are quiet
There's three types of people in the world
Those who don't know what happened
Those who wonder what happened
And people like us from the streets that make things happen!
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