Serial Killa
Dr. Dre Lyrics


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Six million ways to die, choose one

It's time to escape, but I don't know where the fuck I'm headed
Up or down, right or left, life or death
I see myself in a mist of smoke
Death becomes any nigga that takes me for a joke
We hit a five dollar stick, now we putting in work
Unaccountable amounts of dirt, death becomes all niggas
Anybody killer, you know what the deal is
Nigga, you know what the real is

I see some mark brand niggas on the corner flagging me down
Saying, "Yo Daz, what's up with the Pound?
Is that nigga snoop alright? Hey yo what's up with the crew?
Is them niggas in jail, or are them niggas through?"
I said, if you ain't up on things
Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg Pound's the game
It's like this they don't understand
It's an everyday thing, to gang-bang
Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let these niggas know
What's up with you I represent the Pound and Death Row
And can't no other motherfucker in L.A. or Long Beach
And Compton, and Watts, see D-O-G's
Now, you can't come and you can't run, and you can't
See long to the G of the gang
One gun is all that we need, to put you to rest
Pump pump, put 2 slugs dead in your chest
Now you dead then a motherfucker, creepin and sleepin
6 feet deep in, fuckin with the Pound is

Suicide, it's a suicide

The cloud becomes black, and the sky becomes blue
Now you in the midst of the Dogg Pound crew
Ain't no clue, on why the fuck we do what we do
Leave you in a state of paranoia, oh
Don't make a move for your gat so soon 'cause
I drops bombs like Platoon (hey nigga)
Walk with me, hold my hand and let me lead you
I'll take you on a journey, and I promise I won't leave you
(I won't leave you) until you get the full comprehension
And when you do, that's when the mission
Or survival, becomes your every thought
Keep your eyes open, 'cause you don't want to be caught
Half steppin with your weapon on safety
Now break yourself motherfucker 'fore you make me
Take this 211 to another level
I come up with your ends, you go down with the devil
Now roam through the depths of hell
Where the rest your buster ass homeboys dwell
Well

Suicide, it's a suicide

Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin name
Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa

(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky Charms cereal)

Deep, deep like the mind of Minolta, now picture this!
Let's picnic inside a morgue
Not pic-a-nic baskets, pic-a-nic caskets
And I got the machine, that cracks your fucking chest plates
Open and release them guts
Then I release def cuts
Brutal, jagged edged, totally ruff-neck
Now everybody scream 'nough respect to the X
'Nough respect given
Disrespect and you will not be living
Word to momma, Emma, drama, dilemma

Suicide, it's a suicide

Now tell me, what's my motherfucking name
Serial killer, serial killer, serial killer





(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky Charms cereal)

Overall Meaning

The song "Serial Killa" by Dr. Dre and featuring Snoop Dogg, RBX, and Daz Dillinger describes a violent lifestyle and the repercussions that come with it. The hook "Six million ways to die, choose one" speaks to the many dangerous paths a person can take in life. The first few lines depict the singer's uncertainty about where to go, whether to live or die, and the possibility of being killed for being perceived as a joke.


The song goes on to detail the violent and deadly nature of gang life, with the singer and his crew engaging in criminal activities and defending their territories. The lyrics also touch on the paranoia that comes with such a life, the need to always watch your back, and the consequences of disrespecting others in the game.


Overall, "Serial Killa" is a stark portrayal of the danger and violence that can come with the gang lifestyle, and the song serves as a cautionary tale for those who might be contemplating such a life.


Line by Line Meaning

Six million ways to die, choose one
There are countless ways to die, so be careful what path you take in life.


It's time to escape, but I don't know where the fuck I'm headed
I need to get out of here, but I don't know where to go.


Up or down, right or left, life or death
I have a choice to make, and the stakes are high.


I see myself in a mist of smoke
I'm feeling disoriented and unsure of what's ahead.


Death becomes any nigga that takes me for a joke
If anyone tries to mess with me or not take me seriously, they'll suffer the consequences.


We hit a five dollar stick, now we putting in work
We pulled off a small robbery and now we're ready to do more serious crime.


Unaccountable amounts of dirt, death becomes all niggas
We're getting involved in some serious criminal activity, and the consequences could be deadly for anyone involved.


Anybody killer, you know what the deal is
I'm a killer, and everyone should know that I'm not to be messed with.


Nigga, you know what the real is
You should know what's really going on, and the seriousness of the situation we're in.


I see some mark brand niggas on the corner flagging me down
I see some guys I don't trust trying to get my attention on the street.


Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg Pound's the game
Snoop Dogg and the Dogg Pound crew are who I'm affiliated with.


It's an everyday thing, to gang-bang
Being involved in gang activity is a normal part of life for me.


Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let these niggas know
We need to show everyone that we're not afraid to be violent if necessary.


What's up with you I represent the Pound and Death Row
I'm a member of the Dogg Pound and part of the Death Row music label.


Now you can't come and you can't run, and you can't
There's no escape from the violence and danger of our lifestyle.


See long to the G of the gang
I'm a gangsta for life.


One gun is all that we need, to put you to rest
We only need one gun to kill someone who crosses us.


Pump pump, put 2 slugs dead in your chest
We'll shoot you twice in the chest to make sure you're dead.


Now you dead then a motherfucker, creepin and sleepin
Once we kill you, you'll never be able to relax or let your guard down.


6 feet deep in, fuckin with the Pound is
If you mess with the Dogg Pound, you'll end up dead and buried six feet deep.


Suicide, it's a suicide
If you mess with us, it'll be like committing suicide.


The cloud becomes black, and the sky becomes blue
Things are about to turn dark and dangerous.


Now you in the midst of the Dogg Pound crew
You're now in the middle of a gang that doesn't mess around.


Ain't no clue, on why the fuck we do what we do
Even we don't really know why we act the way we do.


Leave you in a state of paranoia, oh
We'll make you so scared and paranoid that you'll never be able to relax again.


Don't make a move for your gat so soon 'cause
Don't try to pull out your gun too quickly or you'll regret it.


I drops bombs like Platoon (hey nigga)
I'm unpredictable like the explosions in the movie Platoon.


Walk with me, hold my hand and let me lead you
Follow me and trust me, I'll take care of you.


I'll take you on a journey, and I promise I won't leave you
I'm going to show you a side of life you've never seen, and I'll stick with you through it all.


(I won't leave you) until you get the full comprehension
I won't abandon you until you fully understand the situation we're in.


And when you do, that's when the mission
When you understand what we're doing, we can finally get to work.


Or survival, becomes your every thought
Survival will be your top priority from now on.


Keep your eyes open, 'cause you don't want to be caught
Be alert and watch your back, or else you might end up in trouble.


Half steppin with your weapon on safety
Don't hesitate or be cautious with your gun, or you'll be caught off guard.


Now break yourself motherfucker 'fore you make me
Hand over your money or valuables before I have to use violence.


Take this 211 to another level
Let's take this robbery to the next level of violence and danger.


I come up with your ends, you go down with the devil
I'll take what's yours, and you'll suffer the consequences.


Now roam through the depths of hell
You'll pay for what you've done, and suffer the consequences in the afterlife.


Where the rest your buster ass homeboys dwell
The people you used to hang out with are weak and pathetic.


Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin name
Recognize who I am and what I'm capable of.


Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa
I'm a serial killer, and I'm not afraid to use violence.


(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky Charms cereal)
This is a reminder that even the most mundane things in life can be dangerous and scary when you're involved in serious crime and violence.


Deep, deep like the mind of Minolta, now picture this!
We're about to do something really dark and twisted.


Let's picnic inside a morgue
We're so twisted that we think eating lunch in a morgue is a good idea.


Not pic-a-nic baskets, pic-a-nic caskets
We're not here to enjoy a leisurely picnic, we're here to look at dead bodies.


And I got the machine, that cracks your fucking chest plates
I have a violent tool that can inflict serious damage.


Open and release them guts
I'll open up your stomach and let your insides spill out.


Then I release def cuts
I'll then stab you with a sharp object.


Brutal, jagged edged, totally ruff-neck
I'm violent and rough around the edges.


Now everybody scream 'nough respect to the X
People should show me respect for being so violent and brutal.


'Nough respect given
I deserve respect for what I'm capable of doing.


Disrespect and you will not be living
If you disrespect me or cross me, you'll end up dead.


Word to momma, Emma, drama, dilemma
I'm not kidding around, and there are serious consequences for not taking me seriously.




Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: ANDRE YOUNG, ANDREW NOLAND, ERIC COLLINS, CORDOZAR BROADUS, DELMAR ARNAUD, RICARDO BROWN, RALPH MIDDLEBROOK, NORMAN NAPIER, PHILIP THOMAS, MARVIN PIERCE, GREGORY WEBSTER, WALTER MORRISON, LEROY BONNER, MARSHALL JONES

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