Dr. Dre — Puffin on Blunts and Drankin Tanqueray

[Intro: Dr. Dre] Yeah, yeah, yeah Yo, yo, let's do this shit "I tawt I taw a puddy tat" You's a punk-ass nigga Yo, yeah 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 Tha Dogg Pound's definitely in here, ye-yahhh! 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 homegirl Rage, I said my homegirl Rage Yeah, the lyrical motherfuckin' murderer's in here Yo, my nigga Glove behind the boards Yo, droppin' that funky-ass bassline, yeah You know, you know there's a lot of punk-ass niggas 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 biatch! Biatch! You know what I'm sayin'? Oh, oh, oh Luke, I didn't forget about you, biatch! Really though Yo, Death Row's in the motherfuckin' house Running the 9-tre, 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 Drinking on a little bit of that Tanqueray, Tanqueray Yeah, Tanqueray's definitely in the house You know what I'm sayin'? 'Cause I'm feelin' it, baby I'm feelin' it, really though So, uh, right about now, a-yo Rage Yo, Rage, yo, run that shit, G! [Verse 1: Lady of Rage] Always and forever, forever and always The rhythm will flow from now and through all days As long as the sun shine As long as Eisenhower's on the dime Yo, I'll be kickin' the rhyme One time for your mind, your soul, your body The OG's on the side of me Smooth as E&J, hard as Bacardi Smackin' those yaddy-yacks ducks that keep quackin' Hens that are cacklin' end up cracklin' Under the heat, the pressure from the one that's deffer Egyptian ruler, call me Cleo or Nefertiti, yes indeedy Got the eyes that are beady, body from Tahiti Voice of the wind, lyrics blowwww Chills up your spine I send, so All thoughts in your mind, drop 'em, yo You came in the front, but you'll be kicked through the back door If you try to step, try to come incorrect Try to play the left, try to start a mess Try to cause fuss, try to raise a ruckus Huh, you'll end up ashes to ashes, dust to dust A busta, you musta been buggin' on drugs and alcohol Back off, all of y'all, up against the wall, spread 'em! Doggs — go get 'em! Hand-cuff 'em and stuff 'em, cold shut 'em, don't let 'em Utter a word, not to mother or herd If you try, you die, vision blurred, speech slurred Served with a cherry on top Rage in effect, I've just begun to rock Yeaaaah, rock on witcha bad self (Rage!) Rock on witcha bad self (Rage!) Rock on witcha bad self (Rage!) Rock on witcha bad self [Verse 2: Dat Nigga Daz] Yo, I'm Dat Nigga Daz that pack this tre-8 slug A true nigga from the hood, and Tha Pound gives love You see, niggas wanna be down, but never came around So back up off of my nuts, and stop sweatin' Tha Pound You see, niggas get broke off like 1, 2, 3 'Cause I'm the D-A-to-tha.. the D-A-to-tha-Z Now G'z, pay attention to this young ass mack daddy In a Caddy, had he Not known about the city where the niggas hang around So I roll 'em up, and hit 'em up with Tha motherfuckin' Dogg Pound [Verse 3: Kurupt] I'm rough and rugged, and up to do dirt I'm from Tha 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 Cold how his ass got smoked I don't drink no fuckin' V-S-O-P I drink the motherfuckin' O.G. Ol' E! I'm from the clique that be kickin' the gangsta shit, bitch Real niggas, real G'z with real big dicks I hit 'em up with Tha Pound, so what you wanna throw up? Claimin' you're cocaine or cavi when you blow up Know what? Tha Pound's in the motherfuckin' house back again We try to get high as we can Dr. Dre be kickin' phat rhymes, the producer kick shit I gets more wicked than Beetlejuice Motherfuckers get battered, so scatter before I keep ya hostage A nigga hostile 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 maxin', motherfuckers get murdered for action Relax, kid, you're rollin' with a fuckin' assassin I last did dirt the other day Portray the role of a G, from Tha D-O-double-G P-O-U-N-D, Pound So bow-bow, motherfuckin' marks The execution starts when the Chronic gets sparked I'm like Barkley, rough and rugged, but raw like Rawhead Rex, 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'mma Approach ya, the locster, who's quick to up and smoke ya You're lookin' like a smoker, grinnin' like a joker I yoke you from da back like a bitch talkin' shit 'Cause a bitch ain't shit but a hoe and trick on my dick Flip, let's take a trip to Tha 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 dat ass, so you'll respect mine, fool Death Row ain't Lynchin' and Tha Pound ain't Mobbin' We all don't give a fuck, run in ya crib and start robbin' Throbbin', I'm breakin' niggas down in the 90's Maxin' at Tha Pound with my doggs is where you'll find me, biatch! [Outro: Dr. Dre] Heell yeaah! You niggas can't fade this shit, you know what I'm sayin'? Death Row's in the motherfuckin' houuuuuse! The Dogg Pound's definitely in hereeee, you knowhatI'msayin'? And a-yo yo yo yo yo, you niggas 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! Hahaha!