Stranded On Death Row
Dr. Dre Feat. Kurupt RBX & Snoop Dogg Lyrics
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I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits
The gangsta type, what I recites kinda lethal
Niggas know, the flow that I kick, there's no equal
I'm murdering niggas, yo, and maybe because of the tone
I kicks when I grip the mic and kick shit
Niggas can't fuck with
So remember I go hardcore, and slam
So any nigga that claim they bossing
What don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson
Take a walk through the hood when we up to no good
Slanging them things like a real O.G. should,
I'm stacking and macking and packing a ten so
When you're slipping, I slip the clip in
But ain't no set tripping
'Cause it's Death Row, rolling like the mafia
Think about whooping some ass, but what the fuck stopping ya
Ain't nothing but a buster
I'm Stranded on Death Row for pumping slugs in motherfuckers
Now you know you're outdone
Feel the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, cell block one
No prevention from this mention of sorts
You're a victim, from my driveby of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to fail
Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braile
From the lunatic, I death like arsenic
When I kick up wicked raps
Dr. Dre will kick the scratch
With treachery, my literary form will blast
And totally surpass the norm
Not a storm, plural, make it, many storms
When I'm vexed, I fly leg necks and arms
In this dimension, I'm 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
Rage, lyrical murderer
Stranded on Death Row
And now I'm serving a lifetime sentence
There'll be no repentance
Since it's the life that I choose to lead
I plead guilty
On all counts let the ball bounce where it may
It's just another clip into my AK
Buck em down with my underground tactics
Facts and stacks of clips on my mattress
Bed frame there's another dead pain
Laying lain with the shame, who's to blame
Me, the lady of Rage
On when I'm coming from the D-E-A-T-H in
R-O-W taking, no shit
So flip and you're bound to get dropped
It's 187 on motherfuckers don't stop
Handcuffed as I bust there'll be no debate
It's Rage, from cell block eight
Ayo stepping through the fog
And creeping through the smog
It's the number one nigga from the hood, Doggy Dogg
Making videos, now I stay in Hollywood
Busting 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 hand's on the trigga
Shooting at the hoes with the game that I got
Sent to death row cause I wanted to make a grip from serving my rocks
And I'm still, serving for mines, peace
To my motherfucking homies doing time
In the pen and the county jail
Mobbing 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 it's driving the cops crazy
But ain't nothing but a black thing bay-bee
No I'm not flagging, but I'm just sagging
I betcha don't wanna see the D-O double G
And you can't see, the D-R to the E
Or my motherfucking homey D.O.C.
You know you can't fuck with my motherfucking DJ
That's my homey and we call him Warren G
Yeah, and you don't stop
Doggy Dogg break em down with the motherfucking Dogg Pound
That's the only way we'll beat em man
We gotta smoke em, then choke em
Like the motherfucking peter man
It's like three and to the two
And two and to the one
Cell block four peace Doggy Dogg's done
The song “Stranded on Death Row” by Dr. Dre ft. Kurupt, RBX, and Snoop Dogg is a classic gangsta rap song. In the first verse, Snoop Dogg raps about being on Death Row and how he’s lethal when he spits out his flow. He’s not afraid to murder anyone using the mic as his weapon. He raps about the location of Crenshaw and Slauson and challenges anyone to come there and face them. The chorus of the song is about being stranded on Death Row, which means they can’t escape their impending fate. RBX, in the second verse, raps about being a “lyrical murderer” and how no one can escape from his “driveby of thoughts.” He’s tormented and deranged like a serial killer in his rhymes. The lady of Rage, in the third verse, pleads guilty to all the crimes because it’s the life she chose to lead. She raps about her underground tactics and how she won’t take any shit from anyone. Lastly, Dre and Snoop Dogg end the song with their iconic flow and raps about smoking and choking their enemies.
One interesting fact about the song is that it was included in Dr. Dre’s debut solo studio album, “The Chronic” released in 1992. It was a critically acclaimed album and is regarded as one of the best hip-hop albums of all time. Another interesting fact is that the song was recorded in 1991 but wasn’t released until 1992. The song featured many popular West Coast rappers like Kurupt, RBX, and Snoop Dogg. The chorus of the song was taken from an old funk song by a group called The Visitors. The song was one of the first to feature Snoop Dogg and Kurupt, who went on to become successful rappers. The song’s lyrics are very explicit and portray a violent lifestyle, which was prevalent in the 90s gangsta rap scene. The song was sampled in many other popular songs like Eminem’s “Guilty Conscience” and Ice Cube’s “The Nigga Ya Love to Hate.”
Chords: Unfortunately, the chords for this song are not available as it’s a rap song.
Line by Line Meaning
Stranded on Death Row, so duck when I swing my shit
I'm in a dangerous situation, so be on guard when I attack.
I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits
I'm tough like Rawhead Rex and my beats fit perfectly.
The gangsta type, what I recites kinda lethal
I'm a gangster and my rhymes pack a deadly punch.
Niggas know, the flow that I kick, there's no equal
Everyone knows my style is unmatched.
I'm murdering niggas, yo, and maybe because of the tone
I'm killing people and maybe it's because of the way I sound.
I kicks when I grip the mic and kick shit
I'm powerful when I grab the mic and perform.
Niggas can't fuck with
No one can compete with me.
So remember I go hardcore, and slam
I'm hardcore and I attack with force.
'Nough respect like a sensei, ba-bash like Van Damme
I have the respect of a sensei and the fighting style of Van Damme.
So any nigga that claim they bossing
Anyone who thinks they're in charge.
What don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson
Why don't you come to where I'm from and see what happens.
Take a walk through the hood when we up to no good
Come to my neighborhood when we're doing something illegal.
Slanging them things like a real O.G. should,
I'm selling illegal things like a true original gangster.
I'm stacking and macking and packing a ten so
I'm saving up and making money illegally.
When you're slipping, I slip the clip in
When you're vulnerable, I'll attack.
But ain't no set tripping
But I'm not trying to start any gang fights.
'Cause it's Death Row, rolling like the mafia
We're Death Row and we're as powerful as the mafia.
Think about whooping some ass, but what the fuck stopping ya
If you want to fight, why not try?
Ain't nothing but a buster
You're nothing but a coward.
I'm Stranded on Death Row for pumping slugs in motherfuckers
I'm in jail for killing people.
Now you know you're outdone
Now you understand my superiority.
Feel the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, cell block one
You're going to feel my shotgun, Kurupt, I'm in jail in cell block one.
No prevention from this mention of sorts
You can't avoid the fact that I'm calling you out.
You're a victim, from my driveby of thoughts
You're a target of my thoughts and words.
No extensions, all attempts are to fail
You can't add anything, you're going to fail.
Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braile
You're blinded by something you can't handle, you need to learn.
From the lunatic, I death like arsenic
I'm a crazy person, and my rhymes are deadly.
When I kick up wicked raps
When I perform my evil rhymes.
Dr. Dre will kick the scratch
Dr. Dre will provide the beat.
With treachery, my literary form will blast
My dangerous words will hit hard.
And totally surpass the norm
And go beyond the usual expectations.
Not a storm, plural, make it, many storms
Not just one, but many.
When I'm vexed, I fly leg necks and arms
When I'm angry, I'll hurt you.
In this dimension, I'm the presenter
In this world, I'm the main attraction.
And the inventor, and the tormentor
I create, I control, and I torment.
Deranged, like the hillside strangler
I'm crazy, like a famous serial killer.
MC mangler, tough like Wrangler
I'm a rapper who hurts people, and I'm as tough as Wrangler jeans.
I write a rhyme, hard as concrete
I write powerful lyrics.
Step to the heat and get burned like mesquite
If you challenge me, you'll get hurt like burnt wood.
So what you wanna do
What are you trying to do?
The narrator RBX, cell block two
I'm the artist, RBX, and I'm in jail in cell block two.
Rage, lyrical murderer
My name is Rage, and I kill people with my rhymes.
Stranded on Death Row
I'm in jail on death row.
And now I'm serving a lifetime sentence
I'm in jail forever.
There'll be no repentance
I won't change my ways.
Since it's the life that I choose to lead
It's the life I decided to live.
I plead guilty
I admit to my crimes.
On all counts let the ball bounce where it may
I'm guilty of everything I'm charged with.
It's just another clip into my AK
It's just another round from my AK-47.
Buck em down with my underground tactics
I'll take down my enemies with my secret methods.
Facts and stacks of clips on my mattress
I have evidence and weapons hidden in my bed.
Bed frame there's another dead pain
There's another person I've killed hidden in my bed frame.
Laying lain with the shame, who's to blame
The person is dead and I'm responsible.
Me, the lady of Rage
I'm Rage, the female rapper.
On when I'm coming from the D-E-A-T-H in
I'm from death row.
R-O-W taking, no shit
I'm not tolerating any nonsense.
So flip and you're bound to get dropped
Challenge me and you'll get hurt.
It's 187 on motherfuckers don't stop
I'm killing people nonstop, it's like a murder code.
Handcuffed as I bust there'll be no debate
I'll perform even though I'm handcuffed, no one can stop me.
It's Rage, from cell block eight
I'm Rage, and I'm in cell block eight.
Ayo stepping through the fog
I'm moving through the mist.
And creeping through the smog
And through the dirty air.
It's the number one nigga from the hood, Doggy Dogg
I'm the top rapper from the hood, and they call me Doggy Dogg.
Making videos, now I stay in Hollywood
I'm making music videos and living in Hollywood now.
Busting raps for my snaps now they call me Eastwood
I'm rapping for money, and they're comparing me to Clint Eastwood.
Dre is the doctor and my homey little nigga
Dr. Dre is the producer, and my friend.
Warren G is my hand and my hand's on the trigga
Warren G is helping me, and he's got his finger on the trigger.
Shooting at the hoes with the game that I got
I'm using my power and fame to attract women.
Sent to death row cause I wanted to make a grip from serving my rocks
I'm in jail because I wanted to make money selling drugs.
And I'm still, serving for mines, peace
I'm still selling drugs and making money, but I'm wishing for peace.
To my motherfucking homies doing time
To my friends who are also in jail.
In the pen and the county jail
In prison and jail, locked up.
Mobbing with your blues on, mad as hell
Wearing your blue uniform, angry.
And you say yeah fuck the police
And you're saying you hate the police.
And all the homies on the streets is all about peace
And my friends on the streets want peace.
And it's driving the cops crazy
And it's making the police really angry.
But ain't nothing but a black thing bay-bee
But it's just a cultural difference, baby.
No I'm not flagging, but I'm just sagging
I'm not showing off my gang colors, but I'm wearing my pants low.
I betcha don't wanna see the D-O double G
I bet you don't want to mess with me.
And you can't see, the D-R to the E
You can't see the truth, Death Row is the real deal.
Or my motherfucking homey D.O.C.
Or my friend D.O.C.
You know you can't fuck with my motherfucking DJ
You can't mess with my DJ.
That's my homey and we call him Warren G
That's my friend, and we call him Warren G.
Yeah, and you don't stop
And we won't stop.
Doggy Dogg break em down with the motherfucking Dogg Pound
I'm Doggy Dogg, and I'm taking down my enemies with my crew, Dogg Pound.
That's the only way we'll beat em man
That's the only way we'll win against them.
We gotta smoke em, then choke em
We have to kill them and then destroy them completely.
Like the motherfucking peter man
Like a professional killer.
It's like three and to the two
It's like counting numbers three and two.
And two and to the one
And adding numbers two and one.
Cell block four peace Doggy Dogg's done
I'm in cell block four, and Doggy Dogg has finished his verse.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, AUSTINTATIOUS TUNES, THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY, BILL-LEE MUSIC CO
Written by: BILLY NICHOLS, ANDRE YOUNG, ALLEN WILLIAMS, ROBIN ALLEN, ERIC COLLINS, CORDOZAR BROADUS, ISAAC HAYES, RICARDO BROWN
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@josemanuelibarguen3798
Intro: Bushwick Bill]
"Yes, it is I," says me
And all who agree are more than three 'cause they're we, haha
Yes, yo, I'm in the house now for sure
Because I wanna talk about the hearts of men
Who knows what evil lurks within them?
But let's take a travel down the blindside
And see what we find on this path called
[Verse 1: 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 recite's kinda lethal
Niggas know the flow that I kick, there's no equal
I'm murderin' niggas, yo, and maybe because of the tone I kicks
When I grip the mic and kick shit niggas can't fuck with
So remember I go hardcore and slam
'Nough respect like a sensei, whoop ass like Van Damme
So any nigga that claim they bossin'
Why don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson?
Take a walk through the hood where we up to no good
Slangin' them things like a real O.G. should
I'm stackin' and mackin' and packin' a ten so
When you're slippin', I slip the clip in, but ain't no set trippin'
'Cause it's Death Row, rollin' like the mafia
Think about whoopin' some ass, but what the fuck stoppin' ya?
Ain't nothin' but a buster
I'm stranded on death row for pumpin' slugs in motherfuckers
Now you know you're outdone, feel the shotgun
Kurupt, inmate, cell block one
[Verse 2: RBX]
No prevention from this lynchin' of sorts
You're a victim from my driveby of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to fail
Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braille
From a lunatic, I'm death like arsenic
When I kick a wicked rap, Dr. Dre 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 I'm vexed, I fight leg, necks, and arms
In this dimension, I'm the presenter
And the inventor, and the tormentor
Deranged, like the Hillside Strangler
Emcee 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 3: The Lady of Rage]
Rage, lyrical murderer
Stranded on death row and now I'm servin' a
Lifetime sentence, there'll be no repentance
Since it's the life that I choose to lead, I plead guilty
On all counts, let the ball bounce where it may
It's just another clip into my AK
Buck 'em down with my underground tactics
Facts and stacks of clips on my mattress
Bed frame, there's another dead, bang
Laying lame, put to shame, who's to blame?
Me, the Lady of Rage, a woman comin'
From the D-E-A-T-H and R-O-W, takin' no shit
So flip and you're bound to get dropped
It's 1-8-7 on motherfuckers, don't stop
Handcuffed as I bust, there'll be no debate
It's Rage, from cell block H
[Verse 4: Snoop Dogg]
Ayo, steppin' through the fog and creepin' through the smog
It's the number one nigga from the hood, Doggy Dogg
Making videos, now I stay in Hollywood
Bustin' raps for my snaps, now they call me Eastwood
Dre is the doctor and my homie, little nigga
Warren G is my hand and my hand's on the trigga
Shootin' at the hoes with the game that I got
Sent to death row 'cause I wanted to make a grip from servin' my rocks
And I'm still serving for mine
Peace to my motherfuckin' homies doing time
In the pen and the county jail
Mobbin' with your blues on, mad as hell
And you're sayin', "Fuck the police"
And all the homies on the streets is all about peace
And it's driving the cops crazy
But ain't nothin' but a black thing, baby
Uh, I'm not flaggin', but I'm just saggin'
I bet'cha don't wanna see the D-O-double-G
And you can't see the D-R to the E
Or my motherfuckin' homie D.O.C
You know you can't fuck with my motherfuckin' DJ
That's my homie and we call him Warren G
Yeah, and you don't stop
Doggy Dogg break 'em down with the motherfuckin' Dogg Pound
That's the only way we'll beat 'em, man
We gotta smoke 'em then choke 'em like the motherfuckin' Peterman
It's like three and to the two and two and to the one
Cell block four, peace, Doggy Dogg's done
[Outro: Bushwick Bill]
Yo, now you know the path I'm on
You think you're strong?
See if you can travel on
'Cause only the weak will try to speak
Those who are quiet will always cause riots
There's three types of people in the world
Those who don't know what happened
Those who wonder what happened
And people like us from the streets that make things happen
@Amari19_
In this dimension I'm the presenter and the inventor and the tormentor!!
-RBX
@tropical9913
Kurupt slaughtered this whole song with that opening verse.
@kaseyalves9487
You know it holmes!!!
@sabukane9651
The day my pops gave me the chronic CD it opened a whole new sound for me...
@cvpiguy
Still have it?
@neshamojanay9423
My brother used to have this album on cassette tape.
@cvpiguy
@@neshamojanay9423 nice
@ogvelociraptor205
That's pimp
@gregorydiggs9227
There's something special about this G Funk sound. This is a muthafuckin masterpiece of Hip Hop
@hiphopregled
RiP Bushwick Bill...