힙합계의 거장 닥터드레의 베스트 앨범으로 2002년 발매된 Best of the works를 뒤잇는 앨범이다. 1996년 발매된 걸작 Death Row Greatest Hits 와 비견 될 만큼의 퀄리티를 갖고 있다. 말할나위 없이 데쓰로우 시절의 닥터드레의 음악은 힙합 아이콘이라고 명하기 충분한 것이었다. 메가히트 트랙이었던 Nuthin' But 이나 'G'Thang 등은 숨을 멎게 한다. 스눕독의 피쳐링이 두드러지고 2Pac 의 명곡 California Love의 리믹스 버전도 눈에 띈다.
[Snoop Doggy Dogg] One, two, three and to the fo' Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the do' Ready to make an entrance, so back on up ('Cause you know about to rip shit up) Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble Ain't nuthin' but a "G" thang, baaaaabay! Two loc'ed out niggas so we're craaaaazay! Death Row is the label that paaaaays me! Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade this (Hell yeah) But uh, back to the lecture at hand Perfection is perfected, so I'ma let 'em understand from a young G's perspective And before me dig out a bitch I have ta' find a contraceptive You never know she could be earnin' her man and learnin' her man - and at the same time burnin' her man Now you know I ain't with that shit, Lieutenant Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it (Yeah) And that's realer than Real-Deal Holyfield And now you hooka's and ho's know how I feel Well if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff
[Dr. Dre and Snoop] It's like this and like that and like this and uh It's like that and like this and like that and uh It's like this and like that and like this and uh [S] Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom
[Dr. Dre] Well I'm peepin', and I'm creepin', and I'm creep-in But I damn near got caught, 'cause my beeper kept beepin' Now it's time for me to make my impression felt So sit back, relax, and strap on your seatbelt You never been on a ride like this befo' with a producer who can rap and control the maestro At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick You know, and I know, I flow some ol' funky shit to add to my collection, the selection symbolizes dope, take a toke, but don't choke If you do, you'll have no clue on what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do
[Dr. Dre and Snoop] It's like this and like that and like this and uh, It's like that and like this and like that and uh, It's like this... [D] And who gives a fuck about hoes? [S] So just chill, til the next episode...
{*funky sample break*}
[Snoop Doggy Dogg] Fallin' back on that ass, with a hellified gangsta lean Gettin' funky on the mic like a ol' batcha' collard greens It's the capital S, oh yes I'm fresh, N double-O P D O double-G Y, D O double-G, ya see Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic Pimpin' hoes and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolomite Yeah, and it don't quit I think they in the mood for some muthafuckin' G shit (Hell yeah) So Dre... (Whattup Dogg?) Gotta give 'em what they want (What's that, G?) We gotta break 'em off somethin' (Hell yeah) And it's gotta be bumpin' (City of Compton!)
[Dr. Dre] It's where it takes place - so when asked, yo' attention Mobbin' like a muh'fucka, but I ain't lynchin' Droppin' the funky shit that's makin' the sucka niggas mumble When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, they all crumble Try to get close, and your ass'll get smacked My muthafuckin' homie Doggy Dogg has got my back Never let me slip, 'cause if I slip, then I'm slippin' But if I got my Nina, then you know I'm straight trippin' And I'ma continue to put the rap down, put the mack down And if yo bitches talk shit, I'll have to put the smack down Yeah, and you don't stop I told you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I tock But I'm never off, always on, to the break of dawn C-O-M-P-T-O-N, and the city they call Long Beach Puttin' the shit together Like my nigga D.O.C., "No One Can Do It Better"
[Dr. Dre and Snoop] Like this, that and this and uh It's like that and like this and like that and uh, It's like this [D] And who gives a fuck about hoes? [S] So just chill, 'til the next episode...
[Verse 1: Dr. Dre] Mista Busta. Where you at? Can't scrap a lick, so I know you got your gat You stay on hard, from gankin' your road dogs The hood you threw up with, homies you grew up with Don't even respect your ass That's why it's time for the doctor, to check your ass fool Used to be my homey, used to be my ace Now I wanna slap the taste out yo' mouth Make you bow down to the row Gankin' me, now I'm gankin' you, little hoe Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide Let Me Ride, just another homicide Yeah it's me so I'm a talk on Stompin' on the 'Eazy'est streets that you can walk on So strap on your Compton hat, your loc's & watch your back cause you might get smoked, loc & pass the bud & stay low-key B.G. cause you lost all your homey's love Now call it what you want to You tripped wit me, now it's a must that I trip wit you.
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay Doggy Dogg's definitely in the house Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay Death Row's definitely in the house Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay The sounds of a dog brings me to another day Play, with my bone would your Timmy It seems like your good for makin' jokes about your jimmy But here's a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not like I heard she was the 'Frisco ---- But only rizzils, I'm talkin' about you & me Toe to toe, Tim M U T Your bark was loud, but your bite wasn't vicious & them rhymes you were kickin' were quite bootylicious. You get with Doggy Dogg oh is he crazy? Wit your mama & your daddy hollin' baby So won't they let you know That if you step to Dre fool your steppin' at Death Row & I ain't even slangin' them things I'm hollin' 1 8 7 with my gat in yo' mouth, fool.
[Break 2:] Yeah homey, Compton & Long Beach together on this tramp & just when your gone people slippin' bull yeah, right back at ya. Now you want to step up & get your cranium cracked. Step on up. & remember the name Mighty, mighty D R. & we puttin' in work. Yeah!
[Verse 3: Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg] Now understand this my homey Dre can't be touched Luke's bendin' over, so Luke's gettin' stuck, busta Musta, thought I was sleazy Or thought I was a mark 'cause I used to hang with Eazy Animosity, made your speak but your spoke Hey yo Dre, what up? Break him off somethin' loc If it ain't another hoe that I got's to get with Gap teeth in your mouth so my gat's got's to fit With my sack on your tonsils While your on stage rappin' at your wack ass concerts & I'm a snatch your ass from the backside To show you how Death Row pull off that whoride Now you might not understand me 'Cause I'm a rob you in Compton & blast you in Miami Then we gon' creep to South Central On a Street Knowledge mission, as I steps in the temple Spot him, got him, as I pulls out my strap Got my chrome to the side of his White Sox hat You tryin' to check my homey, you best check yourself 'Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself, hell yeah.
[Outro:] So all you mark ass busters we can raise up Really doe, Death Row is runnin' the 9 trey. & you know we can't be faded.
*man pissing* Heah hah hah! Im serious nigga one of yall niggaz got this ass motherfuckin up Aiy baby, aiy baby... aiy baby get some bubblegum in this motherfucker Steady long, steady long nigga
Verse one: snoop
With so much drama in the l-b-c Its kinda hard bein snoop d-o-double-g But i, somehow, some way Keep comin up with funky ass shit like every single day May i, kick a little something for the gs (yeah) And, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze, through Two in the mornin and the partys still jumpin Cause my momma aint home I got bitches in the living room gettin it on And, they aint leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin) So what you wanna do, sheeeit I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too So turn off the lights and close the doors But (but what) we dont love them hoes, yeah! So we gonna smoke a ounce to this Gs up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
Chorus: repeat 2x
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Verse two:
Now, that, I got me some seagrams gin Everybody got they cups, but they aint chipped in Now this types of shit, happens all the time You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine Everything is fine when you listenin to the d-o-g I got the cultivating music that be captivating he Who listens, to the words that I speak As I take me a drink to the middle of the street And get to mackin to this bitch named sadie (sadie? ) She used to be the homeboys lady (oh, that bitch) Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please Raise up off these n-u-ts, cause you gets none of these At ease, as I mob with the dogg pound, feel the breeze Beeeitch, Im just
Chorus
Verse three:
Later on that day My homey dr. dre came through with a gang of tanqueray And a fat ass j, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke Shit, this aint no joke I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down Tanqueray and chronic, yeah Im fucked up now But it aint no stoppin, Im still poppin Dre got some bitches from the city of compton To serve me, not with a cherry on top Cause when I bust my nut, Im raisin up off the cot Dont get upset girl, thats just how it goes I dont love you hoes, Im out the do And Ill be
Chorus
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!) Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind] Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!) Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Creepin' down the back street on Deez I got my glock cocked cuz niggaz want these Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated By some nigga with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine ya wanna make noise, make noise I make a phone call my niggaz comin' like the Gotti boys bodies bein' found on Greenleaf with their fuckin heads cut off, motherfucker i'm Dre so listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day rollin' in my '4 with 16 switches And got sounds for the bitches, clockin' all the riches Got the hollow points for the snitches So would you just walk on by, cuz I'm too hard to lift and no this ain't Aerosmith It's the motherfuckin D-R-E, from the CPT on a ryhmin' spree, a straight G Hop back as i pop my top ya trip I let the hollow points commence to POP POP POP yeah, cuz if it don't stop I have to put my shit in reverse go back and take anothers stop Cause I'm (Rollin in my six-fo') with all the niggaz sayin
Chorus:
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride hell yeah Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride with all the niggaz sayin Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Hell yeah Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Verse Two
just another motherfuckin day for Dre so I begin like this No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists it's just that gangster glare, with gangster raps that gangster shit, that makes the gang of snaps, uhh word to the motherfuckin streets and word to these hyped ass lyrics and dope beats, that I hit ya with that I, get ya with as I groove in my four on deez, hittin the switches bitches relax while I get my proper swerve on bumpin like a motherfucker ready to get my serve on but before I hit the dope spot I gotta get the chronic, the Reme Martin and my soda pop Now I'm smellin like indo-nesia bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers on my dick, cause my four on hit pancake front and back, side to side and all that shit So when I crawl I comes correct Now, if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check nigga Now let the Chevrolet slide As I dip a nigga trip to the south side, yeah (Rollin in my six-fo') with all the bitches sayin
Chorus
Verse Three
Check this out The sun went down when I hit Slausson on my way to the strip, now I'm just flossin Checkin my rearview, cause niggaz they will do jack moves, black fools cause I smack fools Try to set me up for a two-eleven Fuck around and get caught up in a one-eight-seven but I don't represent no gangbang Some niggaz like lynchin but I just watch them hang so on, and so-on, why don't you let me roll on I remember back in the dayz when I used to have to get my stroll on Didn't nobody wanna speak; now everybody peepin out they windows when they hear me beatin up the streets Is it Dre? Is it Dre? That's what they say, every single motherfuckin day, yo But I ain't trippin I'm just kickin it While my deez keep spinnin and these hoes keep grinnin I'll be (Rollin in my six-fo') With everybody sayin
[Dr. Dre] Journey with me into the mind of a maniac doomed to be a killer since i came out the nutsac im in a murderous mindsate with a heart full of terror i see the devil in the mirror BUCK BUCK, Lights out cause when i get my sawed off niggaz get hauled off
*Barrel one touches your motherfuckin flesh *Barrel two shoots your fuckin heart out your chest you see Im quick to let the hammer go click on my Tec-9 so if you try to reck mine fool its your bad time feel the blast of the chocolate bomber Infra red aimed at your head like your name was Sarah Conner decapitatin I aint hesitatin to put you in the funderal home with a bullet in your dome Im hot like lava you got a problem? I got a problem solver and his name is revolver its like a deadly game of freeze tag I touch you with a 44 mag and your frozen inside a boddy bag nobody iller than this grave yard filler cap peeler cause im a natural born killa
[Ice Cube] Terror illistrates my era now i cant hang around my momma cause i scare her Im quick to blast motherfucker (yeah whats up) it feels like im bustin a nut when i open you up cause your body is exposed to the midnight mist all you weak motherfuckers give my ring a kiss cause im givin dirt naps comin with them bomb ass raps to make your lungs collapse perhaps, you never sleep cause evertime you doze you catch blows to the motherfuckin nose aint seen the sun, in 66 days let me count the ways ^in a fucked up maze^ I never ever ever made a ho stay but Im down with Dre like AC is down with OJ so fuck how your livin Im the unforgivin psycho drivin murdera its authentic dont panic i cant stand it God Damn it Scizophrenic so FUCK CHARLIE MANSON Ill snatch him out of his truck hit em with a brick and I'm dancin
[RBX] Mass Murderer, Natural Born Killla, And I dont wanna die I DONT WANNA DIE I DONT WANNA I DONT WANNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA DIE!
[Ice Cube] I dont understand the logic in my dreams but i understand i like the sound of Sireens terrified screams from the streams of Strycnine dumpin on any motherfucker tryin to trick mine cause motherfuckers wanna violate now they stiff and cold and they pupils wont dialate ITS SO MUCH PAIN MIGRAINE headache I can hear his bones break he steps in the single door gets his ass whipped with 20 lashes like that dude up in Singapore so Im a pull a fuckin Jeffrey Dahmer now Im suicidal, just like Nirvana
[Dr. Dre] Tic Toc Toc Tic Toc Tic Dr Dre and Ice Cube on some murderous shit keepin niggaz in order makin there live shorter ready to slaughter cause to me a life aint worth a quarter or a dime mushroom's got my mind hallicinatin aint no debatin im creatin an escape route to be out without a doubt Scot Free, so dont even think about tryin to stop me cause i cant wait im out the gate on the for realla a thrilla or a natural born killa
[Ice Cube] GI-GI GI-GI GAGA THEY CALL ME DADA 6 million ways to murder choose one lose one soul bodies turn cold natural fright from niggaz goin bump in the night...
<i>[Lady Of Rage]</i> All ways and forever, forever and all ways the rhythm will flow from now and through all days as long as the sun shines as long as Eisenours on the dime yo, I'll be kickin the rhyme One time for ya mind, your soul your body D-o-g's on the side of me, smooth as E & J hard as Bacardi smackin those yaddy-yacks and ducks keep quackin hands that are clappin end up cracklin under the heat the pressure from the one thats deffer Egyptian ruler will call me cleo ro Nefertiti yes indeedi got the eyes of the beedie-body from Tahiti voice of the will lyrics blow chills up ya spine thats illslow all thoughts in ya mind drop a yo came in the front but you be kicked through the back door for tryin to step, tryin to come incorrect tryin to play the left, tryin to start a mess tryin to cause fuss, tryin to raise a ruckus...Huh you'll end up ashes to ashes, dusk to dusk a busta you musta been fuckin on drugs and alcohol back off, all a yall up against the wall spread em, doggs go get em and cuff em and stuff em, cold shed em dont let em not a word, not another one heard if you try you die, visions blurred, speech slurred served with a cherry on top Rage in effect I just begun to rock Yeah rock on witcha bad self RAGE! rock on witcha bad self RAGE! Rock on witcha bad self RAGE! Rock on witcha bad self....
<i>[Dat Nigga Daz]</i> Yo..Im Dat Nigga Daz who packs a tre-8 slug a true nigga from the hood and the pound gives love Yo see...niggas wanna be down but never came around so back up off my nuts and stop sweatin the pound you see niggas get broke off like 1,2,3 cuz Im the D-A to the..(D-A-to the..) D-A- to the Z Now G'z pay attention to this young ass mack daddy in a caddy-haddy, not known about the city where the niggas hang around so I roll em up and hit em up wit the motherfuckin Dogg Pound
<i>[Kurupt]</i> I'm rough and rugged and up till to the dirt I'm from the Dogg Pound nigga so Im puttin in work I'm no joke who the fuck you tryin to provoke (1-8-7)It's cool how his ass got smoked I don't drink no fuckin Vsop I drink the motherfuckin O.G., O-E Im from the clik that be kickin the gangsta shit bitch real niggas real G'z wit real big dicks I hit em up wit the Pound so what you wanna throw up claimin your cocaine or cavi when you blow up know what? the Pounds in the motherfuckin house back again we try to get high as we kin Dr.Dre be kickin phat rhymes and produce and kick shit I gets more wicked than Beetlejuice Motherfuckers get battered so scatter before I keep ya hostage a nigga hostage like the grim reaper so Im comin from my hood...what hood you really like to know motherfucker I thought you knew motherfucker dont you know Im stranded on the row I take a look into the crowd kick a style a flow I'm mashin, motherfuckers get murdered for action relax kid, your rollin wit a fuckin assasin outlasted did dirt the other day betray, the roll of a G, from the D-O double G P-o-u-n-d, Pound so bow-bow motherfuckin marks the execute the start, when the chronic gets sparked Im like ?? Wrecks I flex murderous rhymes to leave you all dead what said is all said its already spoke the dead is the dead I aint no fuckin joke I murder motherfuckers as a hobby one of my idols aint no joke so why in the fuck should I be Fly me to the Bahamas, ruff rhymer, dramas what your kickin, wicked is how Im a approach ya, the locster, whos quick to up and smoke ya your lookin like a smoka, grinnin like the joker I yolk ya from da back like a bitch talkin shit but a bitch aint shit, cuz a bitch aint shit but a ho and trick on my dick flip, lets take a trip to the Dogg Pound fools tryed to punk me when I was young but Im a hog now and I gets respect and I step wit a tec 9 ready to put somethin up in that ass to give respect mine fool, Deatrow aint lynchin and the Pound aint mobbin we all dont give a fuck run in your crib and start robbin throbbin, I'll break a nigga down in the 90's maxin at the Pound wit my doggs is where you'll find me Beeyatch..