Puffin’ on Blunts and Drankin’ Tanqueray lyrics

by

Dr. Dre


[Intro: Dr. Dre]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo, yo, let's do this sh*t
"I tawt I taw a puddy tat"
You's a punk-ass n*gga
Yo, yeah
Yo, Death Row's in the motherf*ckin' house
Wreckin' sh*t, you know what I'm sayin'?
This is Dr. Dre in the motherf*ckin' house
Yo, I got my homeboys in the house
Tha Dogg Pound's definitely in here, ye-yahhh!
I got my n*gga Kurupt ready to wreck some sh*t
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 motherf*ckin' murderer's in here
Yo, my n*gga Glove behind the boards
Yo, droppin' that funky-ass bassline, yeah
You know, you know there's a lot of punk-ass n*ggas out there
A lot of punk-ass b*tches out there
Yo you wanna write names?
Yo, that n*gga Eazy-E, he's a punk-ass b*tch, really though
Yo, that n*gga 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 motherf*ckin' 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' f*cked 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 sh*t, 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-yackin' 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 ya 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 n*gga Daz]
Yo, I'm Tha n*gga Daz that pack this tre-8 slug
A true n*gga from the hood, and Tha Pound gives love
You see, n*ggas wanna be down, but never came around
So back up off of my nuts, and stop sweatin' Tha Pound
You see, n*ggas 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 n*ggas hang around
So I roll 'em up, and hit 'em up with Tha muthaf*ckin' Dogg Pound

[Verse 3: Kurupt]
I'm rough and rugged, and up to do dirt
I'm from Tha Dogg Pound, n*gga, so I'm puttin' in work
I'm no joke, who the f*ck you tryin' to provoke?
(1-8-7) — It's Cold how his ass got smoked
I don't drink no f*ckin' V-S-O-P
I drink the muthaf*ckin' O.G. Ol' E!
I'm from tha clique that be kickin' the gangsta sh*t, b*tch
Real n*ggas, real G'z wit' real big di*ks
I hit 'em up wit' Tha Pound, so what you wanna throw up?
Claimin' you're cocaine or cavi when ya blow up
Know what? Tha Pound's in the muthaf*ckin' house back again
We try to get high as we can
Dr. Dre be kickin' phat rhymes, the producer kick sh*t
I gets more wicked than Beetlejuice
Muthaf*ckaz get battered, so scatter before I keep ya hostage
A n*gga hostile like the grim reaper
So, I'm comin' from my hood, what hood?
You'd really like to know, wouldn't you? I thought you knew
Muthaf*cka, 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', muthaf*ckaz get murdered for action
Relax, kid, you're rollin' wit' a f*ckin' 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, muthaf*ckin' 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 f*ckin' joke!
I murder muthaf*ckaz as a hobby
One of my idols Ain't No Joke, so why in the f*ck 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 ya from da back like a b*tch talkin' sh*t
'Cause a b*tch ain't sh*t but a hoe and trick on my di*k
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 f*ck, run in ya crib and start robbin'
Throbbin', I'm breakin' n*ggas down in the 90's
Maxin' at Tha Pound wit' my Doggs is where you'll find me
Biatch!
[Outro: Dr. Dre]
Heell yeaah!
You n*ggas can't fade this sh*t, you know what I'm sayin'?
Death Row's in the muthaf*ckin' houuuuuse!
The Dogg Pound's definitely in hereeee, you knowhatI'msayin'?
And a-yo yo yo yo yo, you n*ggas can't f*ck 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 f*ck with this
SEE YA! Hahaha!
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