1.Gentle Hands
Drawn in by an unseen cold hand,
I pass even time as it flows to eternity.
As your eyes look away into the hazy distance,
What is revealed to them, I cannot see.
As the moonlight shines on my bitter cold fingers.
Frozen tears of mine begin to flow anew.
I look at the sky. That distant far off dream,
It always has me in it's view.
Unafraid, I reach my hand into the darkness.
I am at the point of no return.
If I truly realize the person I am,
Hidden away inside my deepest memories.
I still want to believe that you will return to me.
Until you are with me, together in this place.
I still want to feel until the end of time.
The gentle loving touch of your hands on my face.
Trapped inside this cage made of glass,
Hurt feelings held captive in the cold and icy night.
From far beyond the infinite dark.
There must always be a ray of light.
I know that your eternal shining light
Will embrace me in the warmth of infinity.
While trying to run from the pain of reality,
I'm losing sight of what is so important to me.
I still want to believe that you will return to me.
Until you are with me, together in this place.
I still want to feel until the end of time.
The gentle loving touch of your hands on my face.
Drawn in by an unseen cold hand,
I pass even time as it flows to eternity.
As your eyes look away into the hazy distance,
What is revealed to them, I cannot see.
What is revealed to them, I cannot see.
2.Let The Bass Go
Lyricist：Tracy Curry, Isaac Hayes
Together we witness one of the most delightful in our times
So um, let the bass go
Nah, it's got to go a little lower than that, Dre, drop it
Nah, it's gotta go even lower than that, you know why？
(Why？)
You've been denied, although you've tried
So I've been a ving to make you fall like a tide
No disappointment 'cause my beat will sooth like an ointment
Suckers with static approach and get smoked like a joint
Phlegm ignites the flame, I mean, I burn like a lighter
Roll with the hip-hop groove 'cause I'm a writer
The hero of great, take a stand and we'll see
Eat in chronological order startin' with me
A rap introduction, the suckers destruction
Yeah, are all involved when I started conductin'
The lyrics are the maximum, I stated for facts in them
Chumps never try to break knowin', I'd wax them
Murder in the first degree
Occurs only when dealin' with the D O to the C
I'm like a whirlwind pyramid and I'm lettin' you know
I get ill when I hear the bass go
Yeah, that's the sound and you know it's down
But you know why？
(Why's that？)
'Cause I've been around and you've heard the sound
Of the D.O.C. and the new style that I've found
It's quite unorthodox but still bass and
Enough to make you dance, so I picked up the pace and
Let it ride like a cyclist
And see it show in the end that I'm the mightiest
And that I'm lyrically inclined to make you want to step to my
time
The beat and the cut to this rhyme
Do a show and I'm good to like a G O
Never gettin' skeezed, I mean it's like an N O
Happiness to me is like a positive cash flow
So I let your ear cold hear when the bass go
Kick it over here, kick it over here
Now I think, it's about time you
Feel the beat
Drop that bass
(Aight, bet)
I don't wanna 'cause if I do you might lose it
(Stop)
I made this record for you to jam, so use it
Kill the treble, pump the bass and then
Send the suckers on the block into a tailspin
Roll by, boomin' like a nuke bomb
I know there's pressure on your ears but stay calm
After you pass, though, you better turn it down some
Or else, you're gonna put a dent into your eardrum
Success realize on the individual
I feel successful when receiving the residual
But as for you, you all should know
When I say 'Let's get hype', I'm lettin' the bass go
Now that's the way it should be done
I know that's on the one and that is fun
To see a sucker standin' weary
And girlies on the tip standin' near me
The bass was the topic so I dropped it
Added some dope lyrics and then I locked it
On track 24 in a machine
To make you move on the hip-hop scene
Cued up Dre and I knew that he would know
That on the one, I would let the bass go
Because a dope jam is what I gotta make
I make it rattle 'cause you love it when it vibrates
The D, the O and to the C
Must cause pleasure when showin' yo my abilities
To inject on the set mass enjoyment
This is to insure definite employment
When I hit town, yo you'll know
Crowds will roar and you'll hear the bass go
Yeah, let the bass go
This is most definitely down with my homeboy
DJ Speed, is that on track？
Word 'em up, peace
3.From Ruthless 2 Death Row (Do We All Part)
Lyricist：Tracy Curry, Ernie Isley, Marvin Isley, O'kelly Isley, Ronald
Isley, Rudolph Isley, Chris Jasper
That's fucked up, yeah
Hey, welcome
To the new world
I'd like to make a small dedication tonight
To the bitches of the world
Now to make this understood
I'm gonna explain somethin' to you
(Beeyatch)
Check this out, bitch
To be a bitch, you don't necessarily
Have to have a pussy in your pants
(True indeed, true indeed)
In fact, most, if not all
Of the bitches I know
(That's right)
Have little peckers, little dicks
A bitch ain't nothin'
But a muthafucka that wanna come up
From another muthafucka, hard work
Don't make no sense to these muthafuckas
Dumb ass muthafuckas
Now to make it real clear
I'm gonna explain it to ya in a story form
Like this here, check this out
I remember the way it started
Once upon a time, when a nigga named Dre came
Nigga got signed, ruthless nigga, everything is all good
You the shit, 'cause you rollin' wit' some Boyz-N-the-Hood
No one can do it better, see, 'cause I'm an MD
And when I fuck it up, you give me 25 G's
Eazy-E said, 'Yeah, oh yeah'
So I took it, forget the paperwork
The money made me overlook it
I rose up quick from the pit I was in 450 0300 Benz
Nothin' but ends, money bought friends
Got me in a cross, now, everything's lost
This is when I found out
'Look at this shit'
You is slippin'
You ain't gonna believe what that nigga did
'My shit fucked up, Dre, you need to look'
'I ain't trippin', yo, I think your little homie, he a crook'
The spot got shook, it was hell below
Is that the future shock？
Hell, no, it's Death Row
I was all in because of the begin
Think they would see
Yo, we all gon' win
So, 'The Chronic' was upon us, the music awards
But I was still broke at the crib when they toured
The album soared and I got bored
With niggas talkin' shit, they came upon a
Ain't that a bitch？
I coulda been the star dude
Or maybe I shoulda stabbed out like Ice Cube
But what about your Dogg？
Who？ Snoop？ We was tight
I hung around, we'd get together when he'd write
In the Pound, that's the way it come to
When it's goin' down, niggas is in whatever
I went outside for a minute and came back
Niggas was talkin' crazy like they wanted me to rap
So, I did somethin' from the old LP
'Damn, that's that shit'
'That's what a nigga want to see'
Visit the Windy City and rock over 17, 000 G's
I recognized game, the shit was kinda funny
Fucked-up voice shit, nigga make money
He came back and here comes the glory
And this is the way I'm gonna end this story
I was only 19, lookin' for a dream
From what I put out, I never got a fuckin' thing
This and the wreck was the fucked-up part
It's just a little somethin' about some real heart
From Ruthless to Death Row
Do we all part, bitches, see ya
Trick ass, trick-ass bitch
Trick, trick ass
La, la, la
(Once upon a time not long ago)
(A brother tried to play me like a kid, so I just dissed him)
(It's like a message that only I can understand)
(Keepin' it dope as long as I can rock a mansion)
(Remember this forever)
People in the house, I'm gonna let 'em know
I'm gonna let 'em know, my nigga
E R O T I C, H L B, D O C
Comin' with the B O M B
Beeyatch
4.The Grande Finale
Lyricist：George Jr Clinton, William Earl Collins, Tracy Curry, Bernard
Worrell
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 somethis 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 muthafucka to rocl on this funky ass beat we're gonna
drop
Aight, so Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthafucka, run
it
Picture a nigga that's raw
Amplify his ass and what you see is what's on
Muthafuckas I slaughter, blow 'em out the water
Word to me, fuck the father
My melody is deadly as a pin in a handgrenade
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 steppin' 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 muthafucka dead in the alley
Ice Cube is the shit on the grand finale
Yea, yea, that was funky but we need
The muthafucking villian to speak so kick it
The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust
So let weak muthafuckas 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 muthafuckas 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 muthafucking 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
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
Yea, y'all know what time it is
Easy muthafucking E is in the house doing damage
The name is Eazy for me to come off like the inforcer'
Mass murder muthafukas in a course of
An everyday situation where I would stalk by
Fuck the car, I do a muthafuking 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, assault and battery
(For what？)
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 muthafuking 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 poppin' bullshit
Put the E A Z Y and to the E
Expression of thought on the muthafuking grand finale
Yea, that shit was funky, last but not leas
Is the muthafuking D.O.C., this is your album
So that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
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, I'm making money
(Tell 'em why)
Tripping up the man wit the, 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 enuff 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 muthafuking grand finale
5.Beautiful But Deadly
Lyricist：George Jr Clinton, Tracy Curry, Bernard G Worrell
Ayo Stan, Dre layed the tracks, I'm laying the vocals
We need some guitar that rocks, know what I'm saying？
So 'um, let's do this
She's a rich girl, but not the ordinary
Extraordinary, a little too much to carry
Possessed by a demon on a mission
No man alive can refuse her proposition from this fantasy
But to me she was more than a bad dream
She was a nightmare for man
Took her sex appeal and she taunted
Twisted the brother until he did just what she wanted
Disregard the laws of the other man
Sacrificing the plight of the brother man
I'm not the type to let a woman make me weary
But to resist, he'd have to be a fairy
Nothing that a brother wouldn't want to indulge in
Drives a Porsche and her purse is bulging
Her body in the form of a romantic medley
But be warned, she's beautiful but deadly
She's all about the bank roll, you can tell by the gold
Eyes deep enough to engulf your soul
She's like Medusa, but you won't turn to stone if you watch her
One fatal look is all it takes and she's got ya
On the end, no more to spend
And you're still thinking how you want to see her again
It'll be difficult, but boy it ain't no joke
Saying nothing going on but her rent and a car note
You're wondering how in the hell
Little knowing you're the reason that she lives so well
Guessing it all harder you'll submerge her attraction
But she got so many, son, you're a subtraction
Now you roll like you're crazy
Attitude is send down with being spacey
Never will I let this stupid bitch get ahead of me
I know the scoop, the bitch is beautiful but deadly
She'll keep you mystified like a Swami
For you to slow her down, you'll need an army
Of a thousand strong brothers with a gun
But if they're careless, then they're done
She's an animal not to be taken lightly
Once she has a grip and squeezes tightly
You're in line for such a wonderful kiss
It'll cloud your sight like the morning mist
No compassion, the minute after you're a slave
Breaking the law making sure she's paid
Yo, you oughta know the girl you see at every concert
She's in the back with the tightest dress looking the best
Know what I'm saying？ You have to do like my man Cube
Tell the females that I ain't the one
'Cause if you don't, regularly you're back doing it readily
It's all to keep up the pace with someone beautiful but deadly
6.Secret Plan
Lyricist：Tracy Curry
As I submit the new world grows in
Six, I cover myself with lamb skin
Black family, fine point to win
That again, prophecy watch the magic, can you？
Must begin to think, sit up
And you can see par 22 was lit up with the skull and bone
Betchya what is known of the scroll and key
Of the D.O.C.
Yeah, yeah, I have a secret plan
New world connects and threatens man
Other hand, everyone fake God light, neofight, spit
On the cross from a pit
And I look and I behold a pale horse
Forty second degree, mind in the source
Original, it's from the brotherhood
In the beginning, yet you never could
Listen ain't that kept undercover
Another one 'cause I got
Six got hung by the beast
Looking for the golden feet
With shackles lookin' to jackals
Greenpeace to a ring to fill
Death come quicker
When you shoot to kill
Watch out, but your merry, sleep with your gun
Show me the sign innocent one
The end might come
Now whatchya gonna do
Night, be to cold
Who shall save the human race, none
Six thousand, erase
Replace
Replace, replace
Replace, replace
Replace, replace
Replace
Here in by now, was so organized
Look for brotherhood
Made light the skies
Symbol of who arrives
Four thousand years the past remember
Religion is better to control your ass
Reflect when the millennium connect
It's so def freakin' right to meant to be elect
Reflect come face the order
Witness the immatical manslaughter
Now follow the master, supreme degree
The new world curve, now jet the 33
Thirteen levels above thee I see
Heel never to reveal the real keys
To the esoteric language
As you enter a brand new age of anguish
Pyramid police turn my niggaz into thieves no matter
Six thousand delete, repeat
Momma I don't want to die
Mind crawl circle complete
When they creep the cat claw alien
Secret unto the ages
Be symbolic to the dead sea pages
Nights history didn't
We forgettin' from where the cocaine
Brotherhood of the insane
Slay humanity you can not identify thyself
I sign and pray
Sign, hand over forehead
Countersign pyramid, eagle wing spread,hey
Luciferian, totalitarian, socialistic, twistic mind
So when they bail
Holy blood, holy grail
Historically, they don't want a nigga to see
Trilateral begun kurk
Political murdering, do the gun work
Chasin' to replace the hell
Into a jail cell
Society, don't want you in they clientel
No matter, six thousand we blood runnin'
'95's the beginning, watch out it's comin'
America is now under martial law
Stay in your home
Do not attempt contact with loved ones
Insurance agents, or attorneys
Do not attempt to think
Or depression may occur
Stay in your homes
Curfew is at 7 p.m. sharp, after work
Anyone caught outside the gates of their
Subdivision sectors after curfew
Will be shot
Remain calm, do not panic
Your neighborhood watch officer will be by
To collect urine samples in the morning
Anyone caught interfering with the collection
Of urine samples will be shot
Stay in your homes, remain calm
The number one enemy of progress is question
National security is more important than individual will
All sports broadcasts will proceed as normal
No more than two people may gather anywhere without permission
Use only the drugs prescribed by your boss or supervisor
Be happy, obey all orders without question
Be happy, at last, everything is done for you
7.It's Funky Enough
Lyricist：Tracy Lynn Curry, Leon Sylvers Iii
Y'all ready for this
One and here comes the two to the three and four
Then I drop the beat I have in store
Lay dynamics on the top like a rug
Make it sound smooth and later make a dub
An MC ate well, so that you can tell
I am not illiterate, no, not even a little bit
Nothing like an idiot, get it？
You want the record, cool, I'm with it
Let the rhythm take you, shake it 'cause it makes you
As I turn the knob of the door you escape through
Go in like a knot, don't be a puff
And I let it play 'cause Dre's getting funky enough
It's getting funky, it's getting funky
It's getting funky, it's getting funky
It's getting funky, it's getting funky
Watch the smooth lyrics that take place
If you want another reason why it must be funky
Yo I am not a jackass meaning not a donkey
So I will play the game like it should be played
Drop the funk into the mix so the place will never fade
Ship it, ship it to the stations in your jurisdiction
Others say I'm dope and the others think I'm bitching
No crowd can avoid the D O to the C
When I'm P E R F O R M I N G
On the stage, see the simple fact is I engulf
And known, I rock a funky beat without a cord so
It is my conclusion you will enjoy the fusion
And I will ascend with the style I am using
Knowing that it's tough and it's not a bluff
I think I'll let it play 'cause Dre's hitting funky enough
It's getting funky, it's getting funky
It's getting funky, it's getting funky
It's getting funky, it's getting funky
Dre make the funky hip-hop music so check it
Listen to the kick drop in with the click
And with no rehearses I'm dropping funky verses
Stupid with the bit that you think you are relying on
You love it when it rattles is the fact that I'm buying on
Suckers never come close 'cause of knowing
There is no stopping the D.O.C. when I'm flowing
But in the event that someone will try and juice this
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
I don't give a damn, don't think that I am joking
'Cause I don't think he is funny when you're messing with my
money
Yo people tell me this, 'Yo Dre you must stop him'
But with no frills, so I just drop him
Continue with the rhyme and make sure I get mine
With no static 'cause that's all I need to get my nine, but
Lessons have been learned now all kidding have been fronting
Let it play when the people say, 'Dre yo you're getting funky
enough'
It's getting funky, it's getting funky
It's getting funky, it's getting funky
It's getting funky, it's getting funky
Deal with the D O to the C
I'm your break so I can check around
See who the hell who is sitting down
I want all chairs off the floor
And if he stands to the wall, show him the door
And the PK nothing giving you something to rock to
To go nonstop to, not have to look at the clock you
Perceive, but can't believe you're being taken
By a beat so cool you start shaking
And shivering, 'cause I'm delivering the answer
Haven't seen you're a hellified dancer
You tried sitting but it just won't work
'Cause the beat is to fresh don't even tell it won't be funky
enough
It's getting funky, it's getting funky
It's getting funky, it's getting funky
It's getting funky, it's getting funky
And with the help of the Dr. Dre, kick it
It's getting funky on the mix now, right
It's getting funky on the mix now, right
It's getting funky on the mix now, right
It's getting funky on the mix now, yeah
Put it in the needle, and drop it on the one, boy
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