The Grand Finale

[Intro: Dr. Dre]

Check this out, we've come to the last and final record

This is Dr. Dre in full effect, and we gonna kick it off a little something like this

We got my mella Yella boy on the drums

We got Stan "the Guitar Man" dropping the rhythm

We got LA Dre on the keyboards

And I want the whole posse in this muthafucka to rock on this funky ass beat we finna drop, aight

So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthafucka, run it!

[Verse 1: Ice Cube]

Picture a nigga that's raw

Amplify his ass and what you see is what's saw

Motherfuckers I slaughter, blow 'em out the water

Word to me, fuck the father

My medley is deadly as a pin in a hand grenade

5 seconds before you get played

You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up

Ever see a sucker scattered? It'd make you throw up

Then I take advantage, you can't manage

To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up

Hit up, Ice Cube tear shit up like a dude you can bet on

Collide like a head on

Collision, stutter stepping is an incision

Of a nigga saying exactly what I vision

Because I'm gone, you think I left you all

But I stay in yo' ass like cholesterol

When I blast, I'm solid as Alcatraz

And if you escape, you better swim fast

'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally

And the capital punishment's the penalty

Sit in the electric chair, grab a hold

Pull the switch, your body twitch, your eyes explode out your skull

'Cause being dull on a flow is a N-O

Niggas didn't know that I can go

Off and show off to throw off the law

Turn, take ten spaces then draw

What's left is a motherfucker dead in the alley

Ice Cube is the shit on The Grand Finale

[Interlude 1: Dr. Dre]

Yeah, yeah that was funky

But now we need the muthafuckin' Ruthless Villain to speak

So kick it

[Verse 2: MC Ren]

The Grand Finale, yo, it's my turn to bust

So let weak muthafuckas turn to dust

If you're weak, it ain't your fault

Just take a kick in the ass and get turned into a pillar of salt

And niggas that bite me just to taste me

I make the punk muthafuckas buckle up for safety

And those that don't, they caught from the flash

And scream like a bitch when he's caught in a whiplash

Giving him pain 'cause I'm urgent

Rearrange their muthafuckin' face like a surgeon

It ain't no excuse for the torture delivering

Don't say you're not scared, yo, I can tell 'cause you're shivering

Lyrics label wit an X and not a G

I said "Fuck the police", yo, so now they after me

I'm wanted by the law so I stay low

Representing the pimp while bitches make my dough

In a different stage, I must've went on a rampage

Me and the Doc are always hitting the front page

For one, the Villain is stepping up to the shelf

And when I enter the party, niggas shit on themselves

And for what? Maybe 'cause I'm Ren

And when they clean up their shit, yo, they do it again

So fuck it, sit back cool and relax

While Eazy busts the facts kicking The Grand Finale

[Interlude 2: Dr. Dre]

Yeah, y'all know what time it is

Eazy muthafucking E is in the house doing damage

[Verse 3: Eazy-E]

They made it Eazy for me to come off like the enforcer

Mass murderin' muthafuckas in a course of

An everyday situation where I would stalk by

Fuck a car, I do a motherfuckin' walk-by

Eazy-E and the D.O. to the C. and

Run house and yo there'll be no disagreeing

'Cause if there is some, you feeling staticy

Then I'm arrested (For what?) assault and battery

Never outdone, only outdoing

Loving the bitches and leave the hoes boo-hooing

Why? 'Cause they're addicted to what my dick did

The pleasure and pain the wing-ding inflicted (Yeah)

They'll never forget what's done in bed

By Eazy, the name of a Compton hard head

Cool, but loco like Loc never broke

'Cause it pays to be Ruthless, this is why I do this

I don't give a fuck about fame

I rather deal with a number than a motherfucking name (word)

Get me paid and then rap

'Cause all that other bullshit without money ain't jack

Eazy but not that easy to deal with

Especially if you're poppin' bullshit

The E-A-Z-Y and to the E

Expression of thought on the motherfucking Grand Finale

[Interlude 3: Dr. Dre]

Yeah, that shit was funky

Last but not least is the muthafuckin D.O.C

This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it

[Verse 4: The D.O.C. & Dr. Dre]

Swinging, singing a brand new rap

On a rhythm concocted by my homie in the back and

If it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny

But to me it's kinda cool (Tell 'em why), I'm making money

Tripping off the man wit the swift hand movement

Proving if you're grooving then it's cool when he be doing it

Taking a second for me to blow your mind

'Cause I'm the diggy diggy Doc and I would've been down with Rock

But I was smart, the D.O. to the C. knowin' the formula

It's rough, I mean it's funky enough for me

And you can have a listen, helpin' and some dissin'

D-O-N-T M-O-V-E yo without permission

From the D.O. to the C., I'm just better than

The normal man and I'll be damned if a sucker can

Ever compete with the elite, much less speak

It's like dancing with two left feet

Never smile when the Doc is in the room

Or I'mma send ya ass right to the Temple of Doom

I got raw when I came to Cali

Now I'm wit N.W.A. on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale

[Outro: Dr. Dre & The D.O.C.]

Yeah yeah, that shit was stupid def

But right about now, we gotta send a shout out to everybody that helped put this muthafucking project together

That's word. Word em up. Peace is dedicated to the homeboy Eazy-E, Ice Cube, MC Ren, DJ Yella. And these are all the homies from the gang NWA, yahmsayin

LA Dre!

Stan the Guitar Man!

Donovan!

Michel'le!

DJ Speed!

My homeboys Yomo and Maulkie

The super-dope manager Jerry Heller

And of course the rest of the Ruthless and Comptown posse

Word 'em up!

[Shutthefuckup! Ahhh!]