The Grand Finale
The D.O.C. Lyrics


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[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 some this 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 keyboard and I want the whole
Posse in this motherfucker to rock on this funky ass beat we're gonna drop
Alright, So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this motherfucker , run it
[Ice Cube]
Picture a nigga that's raw
Amplify his ass and what you see is what's on
Motherfuckers I slaughter, blow em out the water
Word to me, fuck the father
My melody 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 scatter, it'll make ya 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 tearing 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 some solid ass Alcatraz
And if you escape, you better swim fast
'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally
And the capital punishment's the penalty
Sitting in the electric chair, grab a hold
Pull the switch, yo' body twitch, your eye's explode
Out your skull 'cause being dull on a flow
Is an N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go
Off and show off to throw off the law
Turn, take 10 paces then draw
What's left is a motherfucker dead in the alley
Ice Cube is the shit on the grand finale

[Dr. Dre]
Yea, yea that was funky but we need the motherfucking villian to speak
So kick it

[MC Ren]
The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust
So let weak motherfuckers turn to dust
If you're weak it ain't my fault
Just take a kick in the ass and get turn into a pillar of salt
And niggas that's biting just to taste me
I make the punk motherfuckers buckle up for safety
And on the dope they caught from the flash
And swing like a bit when he's caught in a whiplash
Giving him pain 'cause I'm urgent
Rearrange the motherfucking face like a surgeon
It ain't no excuse for the torture delivering
Don't say that I scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so I stay low
Representing the pimp, bitches making my dough
In a different stage, I must of went on a rampage
Me and the D.O.C. are always hitting the front page
For what, for stealing and stepping up to the sheriff
And when I enter the party, niggas shit in a (cell pimp)
For what, maybe 'cause I'm Ren
And when they clean up shit, yo, they do it again
So fuck it, sit back cool and relax
While Eazy busts the facts kicking the grande finale

[Dr. Dre]
Yea, y'all know what time it is. Easy motherfucking E is in the house doing
Damage

[Eazy E]
The name is Eazy for me to come off like the inforcer'
Mass murder motherfuckers in a course of
An everyday situation where I would stalk by
Fuck the car, I do a motherfucking walk-by
Eazy-E and the D.O. to the C. and
Run house and there won't 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 the hoes boo hooing
Why 'cause they're addicted to my dick
The pleasure of pain, the wing-ding and flipped it
(Yea) and never forget when done in bed by
Eazy, the name of a Compton hard head
Cool but local like loc never broke
'Cause they're paid to be Ruthless, this is why I do this
I don't give a fuck about fame
I rather deal wit a number than a motherfucking name (word)
Get me paid and then rap
'Cause all the other bullshit money ain't jack
Eazy but not that Eazy to deal wit
Especially if you're popping bullshit
Put the E-A-Z-Y and to the E
Expression of thought on the motherfucking grand finale

[Dr. Dre]
Yea, that shit was funky, last but not least is the motherfucking D.O.C.
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it

[The D.O.C.]
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 up the man wit the (swig tan) movement
Proving if you're grooving then it cool when he be doing it
Taking a second for me to blow your mind
'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit rock
But I was smart, the D.O. to the C. now on the formula
It's rough, I mean it's funky enough for me
And you can have a listen after that and this and
D-O-N-'T M-O-V-E wit out permission
From the D.O. to the C., I'm just better than
The normal man and I'll be dumb if a sucker can
Ever compete wit the elite
Much less beat, it's like dancing wit 2 left feet
Never smile when the D.O.C. is in the room
Or I'm a send ya ass to the temple of doom
I got raw when I came to Cali
Now wit NWA on the motherfucking grand finale





[Dre]
Shout outs

Overall Meaning

The Grand Finale is the closing track on N.W.A.'s 1988 album Straight Outta Compton, a seminal work that revolutionized rap music and changed the face of popular culture by bringing the reality of life in South Central Los Angeles to the foreground. Dr. Dre's opening statement sets the tone for the track as a whole and introduces the musicians involved in this final piece. Ice Cube starts slewing his rhymes with deadly precision and venom in his early career style. He portrays himself as raw and explosive, with a deadly melody that can kill you instantly. He describes watching a victim scatter after feeling the force of his music and the sadistic joy he feels after such an experience. For him, being dull on a flow is an N-O. He wants to show off and throw off the law, taking ten steps then drawing a lethal weapon to complete his vision.


MC Ren picks it up from there, using vivid imagery and expressive actions to paint a picture of a powerful figure capable of destroying anyone who comes against him. He likens weaklings to pillars of salt and bites them to make them taste him, surgically rearranging their faces and delivering exquisite pain. He sees himself as a target of the law, always in hiding, and bribed by the pimps to keep their prostitutes working for them. He defines himself as a man of action, caught up in his rage, always hitting the front page, stealing, stepping up to the sheriff, and making enemies left and right. For him, the grand finale is a chance to make a statement, express his thoughts and feelings, and connect with the audience.


Eazy-E finishes the verse with a menacing delivery and brutal honesty, painting himself not as a hero, but as an enforcer, a man who can mass murder motherfuckers in a course of business. He's not interested in fame, but in getting paid, and he's more than willing to deal with numbers rather than names. He's the man to deal with if you're popping bullshit, and he's not easy to deal with, as he lays down the law with his rhymes. He wants to express his thoughts and feelings without worrying about backlash or recognition, and he sees the grand finale as a chance to do just that.


Line by Line Meaning

Check this out, we've come to the last and final record
We have reached the end of our album and this will be our last song.


Picture a nigga that's raw Amplify his ass and what you see is what's on Motherfuckers I slaughter, blow em out the water Word to me, fuck the father
Imagine someone who is insanely talented and then amplify it. That's me. I destroy all of my competition, and I don't care about anyone else's opinion.


My melody 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
My flow is so deadly that it's like pulling the pin on a grenade with only 5 seconds until it explodes. You can't counter me because you'll just self-destruct.


Ever see a sucker scatter, it'll make ya throw up Then I take advantage, you can't manage
I make my opponents run away like they're scared, and then I take advantage of their fear because they can't handle my skill.


Sitting in the electric chair, grab a hold Pull the switch, yo' body twitch, your eye's explode Out your skull 'cause being dull on a flow Is an N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go
I will destroy anyone who tries to challenge me, and it will be so overwhelming that it'll feel like you're being electrocuted. My skill is off the charts and cannot be matched.


The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust So let weak motherfuckers turn to dust If you're weak it ain't my fault Just take a kick in the ass and get turn into a pillar of salt
This is my time to shine on the final song. If you can't keep up, that's your problem. You'll just get crushed and turned into nothing.


Lyrics label wit an X and not a G I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me I'm wanted by the law so I stay low Representing the pimp, bitches making my dough
My lyrics are explicit and controversial, so the police are coming after me. I have to stay hidden because I'm wanted. I represent the street life and make money from prostitution.


The name is Eazy for me to come off like the inforcer' Mass murder motherfuckers in a course of An everyday situation where I would stalk by Fuck the car, I do a motherfucking walk-by
My name is Eazy, and it's easy for me to intimidate people. I will kill anyone who gets in my way, and I don't need a car to do it. I'll do a drive-by on foot.


The D.O. to the C. now on the formula It's rough, I mean it's funky enough for me And you can have a listen after that and this and D-O-N-'T M-O-V-E wit out permission
I, the D.O.C., am on the beat now, and it's rough and funky enough for my taste. Listen to it, but don't move without my permission or face the consequences.


I got raw when I came to Cali Now wit NWA on the motherfucking grand finale
I gained a lot of street credit when I moved to California, and now I'm on the final song of this album with NWA.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: WILLIAM(BOOTSY) EARL COLLINS, GEORGE CLINTON, JR., TRACY LYNN CURRY, O'SHEA JACKSON, LORENZO JERALD PATTERSON, BERNARD G. WORRELL

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@MCRAIDER40

This truly was the grande finale for N.W.A.

@toadnotforgotten1798

What about efil4zaggin

@Cw311z

​@@toadnotforgotten1798 what about it? Sure it got success on the Billboard charts, but without Cube, it wasn't real & a brotherhood. Plus this wasn't the last hit together they've recorded because they did Parental Discretion Iz Advized after that, however after they produced in DOC's Album, it felt like it was an End of an Era especially since it was the last leg of the 80s.

@walkedoverwater

@@Cw311zyeah you tripping, they really found their sound on 4life

@jordan4748

Doc's part is, for me, one of the best deliveries and flows ever. EVER.

@lionelgrisbane-ud87

YES

@talariswatts-el9196

"I'll stay in your ass like cholesterol" is one of the best lines ever!

@miami8089

This is Ice Cube at his best. He straight up murdered it

@dpmusic21

Man.. ain't heard this in a good while... Cube straight up murdered that track!! Yall realize these lyrics from 88-89 are STILL harder than most of the stuff you hear today???

@immaculateprince

There's just simply no comparison between the words and concepts of yesterday and today's rap. I call today's rap music remedial music

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