Songtext Stranded on death row Dr. Dre

Stranded on death row

Artist: dr. dre featuring kurupt, lady of rage, rbx, snoop doggy dogg
Intro: bushwick bill

Yes, it is I says me
And although me
By morning three, cause theyre weak
*laughter*
Yes, yo!, Im in the house now for sure
Because I wanna talk about the hearts of men
Who knows what evil lurks within them
But lets take a travel down the blindside
And see what we find on this...
Path...
Called...

Verse one: kurupt

Stranded on death row, so duck when I swing my shit
I get rugged like rawhead rex with fat tracks that fits
The gangsta type, what I recites kinda lethal
Niggaz know, the flow that I kick, theres no refill
Im murderin niggaz, yo, and maybe because of the tone
I kicks my grip, the mic and kick shit
Niggaz cant fuck with
So remember I go hardcore, and slam
Nuff respect like a sensei, ba-bash like van damme
So any nigga that claim they bossin
What dont you bring your ass on over to crenshaw and slauson
Take a walk through the hood, and we up to no good
Slangin on things like a real ho
G should, Im stackin and mackin and packin a ten so
When youre slippin, I slip the clip in
But aint no steady tripppin
Cause its death row, rollin like the mafia
Think about whoopin some ass, but what the fuck stoppin ya
Aint nathin but a buster
Im stranded on death row for pumpin slugs in motherfuckers
Now you know youre outdone
Feel the shotgun, korrupt inmate cell block one

Verse two: rbx

No prevention from this mention of sorts
Yourre a victim, from my driveby of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to fail
Blinded by the light, its time you learn braile
From the lunatic, I death like arsenic
When I kick up wicked raps
That the grain will hit the scratch
With treachery, my literary form will blast
And totally surpass the norm
Not a storm, plural, make it, many storms
When Im vexed, I fly leg necks and arms
In this dimension, Im the presenter
And the inventor, and the tormentor
Deranged, like the hillside strangler
Mc mangler, tough like wrangler
I write a rhyme, hard as concrete
Step to the heat and get burned like mesquite
So what you wanna do
The narrator rbx, cell block two

Verse three: lady of rage

Rage, lyrical murderer
Stranded on death row
And now Im servin a lifetime sentence
Therell be no repentence
Since its the life that I choose to lead
I plead guilty
On all counts let the ball bounce where it may
Its just another clip into my ak
Buck em down with my underground tactics
Facts and stacks of clips on my matress
Bed frame theres another dead pain
Layin lain with the shame, whos to blame
Me, the lady of rage
On when Im comin from the d-e-a-t-h in
R-o-w takin, no shit
So flip and youre bound to get dropped
Its 187 on motherfuckers dont stop
Handcuffed as I bust therell be no debate
Its rage, from cell block eight

Verse four: snoop doggy dogg

And yo steppin through the fog
And creepin through the smog
Its the number one nigga from the hood, doggy dogg
Makin videos, now I stay in hollywood
Bustin raps for my snaps now they call me eastwood
Dre is the doctor and my homey little nigga
Warren g is my hand and my hands on the trigga
Shootin at the hoes with the game that I got
Sent to death row cause I wanted to make a quick one servin my rocks
And Im still, servin for mines, peace
To my motherfuckin homies doin time
In the pen and the county jail
Mobbin with your blues on, mad as hell
And you say yeah fuck the police
And all the homies on the streets is all about peace
And its drivin the cops crazy
But aint nuttin but a black thing bay-bee, uhhh
No Im not flaggin, but Im just saggin
I betcha dont wanna see the d-o double g
And you cant see, the d-r to the e
Or my motherfuckin homey d.o.c.
You know you cant fuck with my motherfuckin dj
Thats my homey and we call him warren g
Yeah, and you dont stop
Doggy dogg break em down with the motherfuckin dogg pound
Thats the only way well beat em man
We gotta smoke em, then choke em
Like the motherfuckin peter man
Its like three and to the two
And two and to the one
Cell block four peace doggy doggs done

Outtro : bushwick bill

Yo, now you know the path Im on
You think youre strong, see if you can travel on
Cause only the weak, will try to speak
Those who are quiet, will always cause riots
Theres three types of people in the world
Those who dont know what happened
Those who wonder what happened
And people like us from the streets that make things happen!