[{"id":12646143,"name":"19 The D.O.C. - The Grand Finale","trackName":"19 The D.O.C. - The Grand Finale","artistName":"The D.O.C.","albumName":"The N.W.A Legacy Volume 2","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\nThis is Dr. Dre in full effect\nAnd we gonna kick it off a little somethin' like this\nWe got my mella Yella Boy on the drums\nWe got Stan \"The Guitar Man\" droppin' the rhythm\nWe got L.A. Dre on the keyboards\nAnd I want the whole posse in this muthafucka\nTo rock on this funky ass beat we fittin' to drop, aight\nSo Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthafucka, run it\n\nPicture a nigga that's raw\nAmplify his ass, and what you see is what's saw\nMuthafuckas I slaughter, blow 'em out the water\nWord to me, fuck the father\nMy medley is deadly, as a pin in a hand grenade\n5 seconds before you get played\nYou can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\nEver see a sucker scattered? It'd make ya throw up\nThen I take advantage, you can't manage\nTo get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\nHit up Ice Cube, tear shit up\nLike a dude you can bet on, collide like a head-on\nCollision, stutter steppin' is an incision\nOf a nigga saying exactly what I vision\nBecause I'm gone, you think I left you all\nBut I stay in ya ass, like cholestreol\nWhen I blast, I'm solid as Alcatraz\nAnd if you escape, you better swim fast\n'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\nAnd the capital punishment's the penalty\nSit in the electric chair, grab a hold\nPull the switch, ya body twitch, ya eyes explode\nOut your skull, 'cause being dull on a flow\nIs a N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\nOff, and show off, to throw off, the law\nTurn, take 10 spaces, then draw\nWhat's left is a muthafucka dead in the alley\nIce Cube is the shit on The Grand Finale\n\nYeah, yeah that was funky but now we need the\nMuthafuckin' ruthless villian to speak, so kick it\n\nThe grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\nSo let weak muthafuckas turn to dust\nIf you're weak, it ain't your fault, just take a\nKick in the ass, and get turn into a pillar of salt\nAnd niggas that bite me just to taste me\nI make the punk muthafuckas buckle up for safety\nAnd those that don't, they caught from the flash\nAnd scream like a bitch, when he's caught in a whiplash\nGivin' him pain 'cause I'm urgin'\nRearrange their muthafuckin' face like a surgeon\nIt ain't no excuse for the torture deliverin'\nDon't say ya not scared, yo I can tell 'cause your shiverin'\nLyrics labeled wit' an X and not a G\nI said fuck the police, yo, so now they're after me\nI'm wanted by the law so I stay low\nRepresentin' the pimp, while bitches make me my dough\nIn a different stage, I must've went on a rampage\nMe and the D.O.C. are always hittin' the front page\nFor what, for stealin' and steppin' up to the shelf\nAnd when I enter the party, niggas shit on their self\nAnd for what? Maybe 'cause I'm Ren\nAnd when they clean up the shit, yo, they do it again\nSo fuck it, sit back cool and relax\nWhile Eazy, busses the facts, kickin' The Grand Finale\n\nYeah, y'all know what time it is, Eazy\nMuthafuckin' E is in the house doin' damage\n\nThey made it easy for me to come off like the enforcer\nMass murderin' muthafuckas in the course of\nAn everyday, situation where I would stalk by\nFuck a car, I do a muthafuckin' walk-by\nEazy-E an', the D-O to the C an'\nRun house, and yo there be no disagreein'\n'Cause if there is some, you feelin' staticky\nThen I'm arrested, (for what), assault and battery\nNever outdone, only outdoin'\nLovin' the bitches and leave the hoes boo-hooin'\nWhy? 'Cause they're addicted, to what my dick did\nThe pleasure and pain, the wing-ding inflicted\n(Yeah) they'll never forget what's done in bed\nBy Eazy, the name of a Compton hard-head\nCool, but loco like loc, never broke\n'Cause it pays to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\nI don't give a fuck about fame\nI rather deal with a number than a muthafuckin' name (word)\nGet me paid and then rap\n'Cause all that other bullshit wit'out money ain't jack\nEazy, but not that easy to deal with\nEspecially if you're poppin' bullshit\nThe E-A-Z-Y and to the E\nExpressin' a thought, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n\nYeah, that shit was funky\nLast but not least is the muthafuckin'\nD.O.C., this is yo' album, so that\nMeans you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n\nSwingin', singin', a brand new rap\nOn a rhythm, concocted by my homie in the back and\nIf it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\nBut to me it's kinda cool, (tell 'em why), I'm makin' money\nTrippin' up the man wit' the swift hand movement\nProvin' if you're groovin', then it's cool when he be doin' it\nTakin' a second for me to blow ya mind\n'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit' rock\nBut I was smart, the D-O to the C knowin' the formula\nIt's rough, I mean it's funky enough for me\nAnd you can have a listen, nothin' after this and\nD-O-N-T M-O-V-E yo, wit'out permission\nFrom the D-O to the C, I'm just better than\nThe normal man, and I'll be damned if a sucker can\nEver compete, wit' the elite\nMuch less beat, it's like dancin' wit' 2 left feet\nNever smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\nOr I'mma send ya ass right to the temple of doom\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nNow I'm wit' NWA, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n\nYeah, yeah, that shit was stupid def\nBut right about now we gotta send a shout out\nTo everybody that helped put this muthafuckin' project together\nThat's word, word 'em up\nPeace is dedicated to the homeboy Eazy-E\nIce Cube\nM.C. Ren\nD.J. Yella\nAnd these all the homies from the gang NWA ya know what I'm sayin'?\n\nL.A. Dre\nStan \"The Guitar Man\"\nDonovan\nMichel'le\nD.J. Speed\nMy homeboys Yomo & Maulkie\nThe super-dope manager Jerry Heller\nAnd of course the rest of the Ruthless and Comptown posse\nWord 'em up!\nShut the fuck up! Aaaahhh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.07] Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\n[00:02.67] This is Dr. Dre in full effect\n[00:04.55] And we gonna kick it off a little somethin' like this\n[00:06.96] We got my mella Yella Boy on the drums\n[00:08.76] We got Stan \"The Guitar Man\" droppin' the rhythm\n[00:11.65] We got L.A. Dre on the keyboards\n[00:13.56] And I want the whole posse in this muthafucka\n[00:15.72] To rock on this funky ass beat we fittin' to drop, aight\n[00:18.59] So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthafucka, run it\n[00:22.43] Picture a nigga that's raw\n[00:24.25] Amplify his ass, and what you see is what's saw\n[00:26.44] Muthafuckas I slaughter, blow 'em out the water\n[00:28.68] Word to me, fuck the father\n[00:30.73] My medley is deadly, as a pin in a hand grenade\n[00:33.02] 5 seconds before you get played\n[00:35.25] You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\n[00:37.51] Ever see a sucker scattered? It'd make ya throw up\n[00:39.68] Then I take advantage, you can't manage\n[00:41.57] To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\n[00:43.72] Hit up Ice Cube, tear shit up\n[00:45.93] Like a dude you can bet on, collide like a head-on\n[00:48.22] Collision, stutter steppin' is an incision\n[00:50.51] Of a nigga saying exactly what I vision\n[00:52.59] Because I'm gone, you think I left you all\n[00:54.61] But I stay in ya ass, like cholestreol\n[00:56.83] When I blast, I'm solid as Alcatraz\n[00:59.07] And if you escape, you better swim fast\n[01:01.25] 'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\n[01:03.42] And the capital punishment's the penalty\n[01:05.62] Sit in the electric chair, grab a hold\n[01:07.68] Pull the switch, ya body twitch, ya eyes explode\n[01:09.89] Out your skull, 'cause being dull on a flow\n[01:12.00] Is a N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\n[01:14.23] Off, and show off, to throw off, the law\n[01:16.37] Turn, take 10 spaces, then draw\n[01:18.66] What's left is a muthafucka dead in the alley\n[01:20.89] Ice Cube is the shit on The Grand Finale\n[01:22.72] Yeah, yeah that was funky but now we need the\n[01:24.98] Muthafuckin' ruthless villian to speak, so kick it\n[01:27.28] The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\n[01:29.06] So let weak muthafuckas turn to dust\n[01:31.23] If you're weak, it ain't your fault, just take a\n[01:33.73] Kick in the ass, and get turn into a pillar of salt\n[01:35.84] And niggas that bite me just to taste me\n[01:37.67] I make the punk muthafuckas buckle up for safety\n[01:40.05] And those that don't, they caught from the flash\n[01:42.29] And scream like a bitch, when he's caught in a whiplash\n[01:44.58] Givin' him pain 'cause I'm urgin'\n[01:46.63] Rearrange their muthafuckin' face like a surgeon\n[01:48.76] It ain't no excuse for the torture deliverin'\n[01:50.90] Don't say ya not scared, yo I can tell 'cause your shiverin'\n[01:53.07] Lyrics labeled wit' an X and not a G\n[01:55.28] I said fuck the police, yo, so now they're after me\n[01:57.41] I'm wanted by the law so I stay low\n[01:59.57] Representin' the pimp, while bitches make me my dough\n[02:01.60] In a different stage, I must've went on a rampage\n[02:03.95] Me and the D.O.C. are always hittin' the front page\n[02:06.04] For what, for stealin' and steppin' up to the shelf\n[02:08.25] And when I enter the party, niggas shit on their self\n[02:10.48] And for what? Maybe 'cause I'm Ren\n[02:12.57] And when they clean up the shit, yo, they do it again\n[02:14.64] So fuck it, sit back cool and relax\n[02:16.87] While Eazy, busses the facts, kickin' The Grand Finale\n[02:18.97] Yeah, y'all know what time it is, Eazy\n[02:21.19] Muthafuckin' E is in the house doin' damage\n[02:23.34] They made it easy for me to come off like the enforcer\n[02:25.53] Mass murderin' muthafuckas in the course of\n[02:27.78] An everyday, situation where I would stalk by\n[02:29.86] Fuck a car, I do a muthafuckin' walk-by\n[02:31.92] Eazy-E an', the D-O to the C an'\n[02:34.17] Run house, and yo there be no disagreein'\n[02:36.43] 'Cause if there is some, you feelin' staticky\n[02:38.66] Then I'm arrested, (for what), assault and battery\n[02:40.60] Never outdone, only outdoin'\n[02:42.98] Lovin' the bitches and leave the hoes boo-hooin'\n[02:45.03] Why? 'Cause they're addicted, to what my dick did\n[02:47.16] The pleasure and pain, the wing-ding inflicted\n[02:49.36] (Yeah) they'll never forget what's done in bed\n[02:51.51] By Eazy, the name of a Compton hard-head\n[02:53.79] Cool, but loco like loc, never broke\n[02:55.83] 'Cause it pays to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\n[02:58.02] I don't give a fuck about fame\n[03:00.27] I rather deal with a number than a muthafuckin' name (word)\n[03:02.32] Get me paid and then rap\n[03:04.53] 'Cause all that other bullshit wit'out money ain't jack\n[03:06.64] Eazy, but not that easy to deal with\n[03:08.83] Especially if you're poppin' bullshit\n[03:11.09] The E-A-Z-Y and to the E\n[03:13.19] Expressin' a thought, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n[03:15.39] Yeah, that shit was funky\n[03:17.56] Last but not least is the muthafuckin'\n[03:19.76] D.O.C., this is yo' album, so that\n[03:21.83] Means you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n[03:24.04] Swingin', singin', a brand new rap\n[03:26.14] On a rhythm, concocted by my homie in the back and\n[03:28.32] If it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\n[03:30.57] But to me it's kinda cool, (tell 'em why), I'm makin' money\n[03:32.68] Trippin' up the man wit' the swift hand movement\n[03:34.80] Provin' if you're groovin', then it's cool when he be doin' it\n[03:36.94] Takin' a second for me to blow ya mind\n[03:39.10] 'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit' rock\n[03:41.27] But I was smart, the D-O to the C knowin' the formula\n[03:43.56] It's rough, I mean it's funky enough for me\n[03:45.67] And you can have a listen, nothin' after this and\n[03:47.87] D-O-N-T M-O-V-E yo, wit'out permission\n[03:50.03] From the D-O to the C, I'm just better than\n[03:52.20] The normal man, and I'll be damned if a sucker can\n[03:54.43] Ever compete, wit' the elite\n[03:56.60] Much less beat, it's like dancin' wit' 2 left feet\n[03:58.82] Never smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\n[04:00.93] Or I'mma send ya ass right to the temple of doom\n[04:03.04] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[04:05.24] Now I'm wit' NWA, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n[04:07.41] Yeah, yeah, that shit was stupid def\n[04:09.66] But right about now we gotta send a shout out\n[04:11.78] To everybody that helped put this muthafuckin' project together\n[04:13.96] That's word, word 'em up\n[04:15.49] Peace is dedicated to the homeboy Eazy-E\n[04:17.97] Ice Cube\n[04:18.85] M.C. Ren\n[04:19.88] D.J. Yella\n[04:20.74] And these all the homies from the gang NWA ya know what I'm sayin'?\n[04:23.82] L.A. Dre\n[04:24.72] Stan \"The Guitar Man\"\n[04:25.89] Donovan\n[04:26.87] Michel'le\n[04:28.05] D.J. Speed\n[04:28.96] My homeboys Yomo & Maulkie\n[04:30.65] The super-dope manager Jerry Heller\n[04:32.74] And of course the rest of the Ruthless and Comptown posse\n[04:35.50] Word 'em up!\n[04:36.76] Shut the fuck up! 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It'd make ya throw up\n  Then I take advantage, you can't manage\n  To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\n  Hit up Ice Cube, tear shit up\n  Like a dude you can bet on, collide like a head-on\n  Collision, stutter steppin' is an incision\n  Of a nigga saying exactly what I vision\n  Because I'm gone, you think I left you all\n  But I stay in ya ass, like cholestreol\n  When I blast, I'm solid as Alcatraz\n  And if you escape, you better swim fast\n  'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\n  And the capital punishment's the penalty\n  Sit in the electric chair, grab a hold\n  Pull the switch, ya body twitch, ya eyes explode\n  Out your skull, 'cause being dull on a flow\n  Is a N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\n  Off, and show off, to throw off, the law\n  Turn, take 10 spaces, then draw\n  What's left is a muthafucka dead in the alley\n  Ice Cube is the shit on The Grand Finale\n\n  Yeah, yeah that was funky but now we need the\n  Muthafuckin' ruthless villian to speak, so kick it\n\n  The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\n  So let weak muthafuckas turn to dust\n  If you're weak, it ain't your fault, just take a\n  Kick in the ass, and get turn into a pillar of salt\n  And niggas that bite me just to taste me\n  I make the punk muthafuckas buckle up for safety\n  And those that don't, they caught from the flash\n  And scream like a bitch, when he's caught in a whiplash\n  Givin' him pain 'cause I'm urgin'\n  Rearrange their muthafuckin' face like a surgeon\n  It ain't no excuse for the torture deliverin'\n  Don't say ya not scared, yo I can tell 'cause your shiverin'\n  Lyrics labeled wit' an X and not a G\n  I said fuck the police, yo, so now they're after me\n  I'm wanted by the law so I stay low\n  Representin' the pimp, while bitches make me my dough\n  In a different stage, I must've went on a rampage\n  Me and the D.O.C. are always hittin' the front page\n  For what, for stealin' and steppin' up to the shelf\n  And when I enter the party, niggas shit on their self\n  And for what? Maybe 'cause I'm Ren\n  And when they clean up the shit, yo, they do it again\n  So fuck it, sit back cool and relax\n  While Eazy, busses the facts, kickin' The Grand Finale\n\n  Yeah, y'all know what time it is, Eazy\n  Muthafuckin' E is in the house doin' damage\n\n  They made it easy for me to come off like the enforcer\n  Mass murderin' muthafuckas in the course of\n  An everyday, situation where I would stalk by\n  Fuck a car, I do a muthafuckin' walk-by\n  Eazy-E an', the D-O to the C an'\n  Run house, and yo there be no disagreein'\n  'Cause if there is some, you feelin' staticky\n  Then I'm arrested, (for what), assault and battery\n  Never outdone, only outdoin'\n  Lovin' the bitches and leave the hoes boo-hooin'\n  Why? 'Cause they're addicted, to what my dick did\n  The pleasure and pain, the wing-ding inflicted\n  (Yeah) they'll never forget what's done in bed\n  By Eazy, the name of a Compton hard-head\n  Cool, but loco like loc, never broke\n  'Cause it pays to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\n  I don't give a fuck about fame\n  I rather deal with a number than a muthafuckin' name (word)\n  Get me paid and then rap\n  'Cause all that other bullshit wit'out money ain't jack\n  Eazy, but not that easy to deal with\n  Especially if you're poppin' bullshit\n  The E-A-Z-Y and to the E\n  Expressin' a thought, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n\n  Yeah, that shit was funky\n  Last but not least is the muthafuckin'\n  D.O.C., this is yo' album, so that\n  Means you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n\n  Swingin', singin', a brand new rap\n  On a rhythm, concocted by my homie in the back and\n  If it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\n  But to me it's kinda cool, (tell 'em why), I'm makin' money\n  Trippin' up the man wit' the swift hand movement\n  Provin' if you're groovin', then it's cool when he be doin' it\n  Takin' a second for me to blow ya mind\n  'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit' rock\n  But I was smart, the D-O to the C knowin' the formula\n  It's rough, I mean it's funky enough for me\n  And you can have a listen, nothin' after this and\n  D-O-N-T M-O-V-E yo, wit'out permission\n  From the D-O to the C, I'm just better than\n  The normal man, and I'll be damned if a sucker can\n  Ever compete, wit' the elite\n  Much less beat, it's like dancin' wit' 2 left feet\n  Never smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\n  Or I'mma send ya ass right to the temple of doom\n  I got raw when I came to Cali\n  Now I'm wit' NWA, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n\n  Yeah, yeah, that shit was stupid def\n  But right about now we gotta send a shout out\n  To everybody that helped put this muthafuckin' project together\n  That's word, word 'em up\n  Peace is dedicated to the homeboy Eazy-E\n  Ice Cube\n  M.C. Ren\n  D.J. Yella\n  And these all the homies from the gang NWA ya know what I'm sayin'?\n\n  L.A. Dre\n  Stan \"The Guitar Man\"\n  Donovan\n  Michel'le\n  D.J. Speed\n  My homeboys Yomo & Maulkie\n  The super-dope manager Jerry Heller\n  And of course the rest of the Ruthless and Comptown posse\n  Word 'em up!\n  Shut the fuck up! Aaaahhh!\n"},{"id":26584128,"name":"The Grand Finale","trackName":"The Grand Finale","artistName":"The D.O.C.","albumName":"The N.W.A Legacy 2","duration":279.962993,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Dr. Dre]\nCheck this out, we've come to the last and final record\nThis is Dr. Dre in full effect and we gonna kick it off a little some this like this\nWe got my mella yella boy on the drums, We got Stan \"the Guitar Man\"\nDropping the rhythm. We got LA Dre on the keyboard and I want the whole\nPosse in this motherfucker to rock on this funky ass beat we're gonna drop\nAlright, So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this motherfucker , run it\n[Ice Cube]\nPicture a nigga that's raw\nAmplify his ass and what you see is what's on\nMotherfuckers I slaughter, blow em out the water\nWord to me, fuck the father\nMy melody is deadly as a pin in a hand grenade\n5 seconds before you get played\nYou can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\nEver see a sucker scatter, it'll make ya throw up\nThen I take advantage, you can't manage\nTo get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\nHit up, Ice Cube tearing shit up\nLike a dude you can bet on\nCollide like a head on\nCollision, stutter stepping is an incision\nOf a nigga saying exactly what I vision\nBecause I'm gone, you think I left you all\nBut I stay in yo' ass like cholesterol\nWhen I blast some solid ass Alcatraz\nAnd if you escape, you better swim fast\n'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\nAnd the capital punishment's the penalty\nSitting in the electric chair, grab a hold\nPull the switch, yo' body twitch, your eye's explode\nOut your skull 'cause being dull on a flow\nIs an N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\nOff and show off to throw off the law\nTurn, take 10 paces then draw\nWhat's left is a motherfucker dead in the alley\nIce Cube is the shit on the grand finale\n[Dr. Dre]\nYea, yea that was funky but we need the motherfucking villian to speak\nSo kick it\n[MC Ren]\nThe grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\nSo let weak motherfuckers turn to dust\nIf you're weak it ain't my fault\nJust take a kick in the ass and get turn into a pillar of salt\nAnd niggas that's biting just to taste me\nI make the punk motherfuckers buckle up for safety\nAnd on the dope they caught from the flash\nAnd swing like a bit when he's caught in a whiplash\nGiving him pain 'cause I'm urgent\nRearrange the motherfucking face like a surgeon\nIt ain't no excuse for the torture delivering\nDon't say that I scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering\nLyrics label wit an X and not a G\nI say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me\nI'm wanted by the law so I stay low\nRepresenting the pimp, bitches making my dough\nIn a different stage, I must of went on a rampage\nMe and the D.O.C. are always hitting the front page\nFor what, for stealing and stepping up to the sheriff\nAnd when I enter the party, niggas shit in a (cell pimp)\nFor what, maybe 'cause I'm Ren\nAnd when they clean up shit, yo, they do it again\nSo fuck it, sit back cool and relax\nWhile Eazy busts the facts kicking the grande finale\n[Dr. Dre]\nYea, y'all know what time it is. Easy motherfucking E is in the house doing\nDamage\n[Eazy E]\nThe name is Eazy for me to come off like the inforcer'\nMass murder motherfuckers in a course of\nAn everyday situation where I would stalk by\nFuck the car, I do a motherfucking walk-by\nEazy-E and the D.O. to the C. and\nRun house and there won't be no disagreeing\n'Cause if there is some, you feeling staticy\nThen I'm arrested (For what) assault and battery\nNever outdone, only outdoing\nLoving the bitches and the hoes boo hooing\nWhy 'cause they're addicted to my dick\nThe pleasure of pain, the wing-ding and flipped it\n(Yea) and never forget when done in bed by\nEazy, the name of a Compton hard head\nCool but local like loc never broke\n'Cause they're paid to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\nI don't give a fuck about fame\nI rather deal wit a number than a motherfucking name (word)\nGet me paid and then rap\n'Cause all the other bullshit money ain't jack\nEazy but not that Eazy to deal wit\nEspecially if you're popping bullshit\nPut the E-A-Z-Y and to the E\nExpression of thought on the motherfucking grand finale\n[Dr. Dre]\nYea, that shit was funky, last but not least is the motherfucking D.O.C.\nThis is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n[The D.O.C.]\nSwinging, singing a brand new rap\nOn a rhythm concocted by my homie in the back and\nIf it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\nBut to me it's kinda cool (Tell 'em why), I'm making money\nTripping up the man wit the (swig tan) movement\nProving if you're grooving then it cool when he be doing it\nTaking a second for me to blow your mind\n'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit rock\nBut I was smart, the D.O. to the C. now on the formula\nIt's rough, I mean it's funky enough for me\nAnd you can have a listen after that and this and\nD-O-N-'T M-O-V-E wit out permission\nFrom the D.O. to the C., I'm just better than\nThe normal man and I'll be dumb if a sucker can\nEver compete wit the elite\nMuch less beat, it's like dancing wit 2 left feet\nNever smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\nOr I'm a send ya ass to the temple of doom\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nNow wit NWA on the motherfucking grand finale\n[Dre]\nShout outs","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Grand Finale\n  artist: The D.O.C.\n  album: The N.W.A Legacy 2\n  duration_ms: 279963\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Dr. Dre]\n  Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\n  This is Dr. Dre in full effect and we gonna kick it off a little some this like this\n  We got my mella yella boy on the drums, We got Stan \"the Guitar Man\"\n  Dropping the rhythm. We got LA Dre on the keyboard and I want the whole\n  Posse in this motherfucker to rock on this funky ass beat we're gonna drop\n  Alright, So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this motherfucker , run it\n  [Ice Cube]\n  Picture a nigga that's raw\n  Amplify his ass and what you see is what's on\n  Motherfuckers I slaughter, blow em out the water\n  Word to me, fuck the father\n  My melody is deadly as a pin in a hand grenade\n  5 seconds before you get played\n  You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\n  Ever see a sucker scatter, it'll make ya throw up\n  Then I take advantage, you can't manage\n  To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\n  Hit up, Ice Cube tearing shit up\n  Like a dude you can bet on\n  Collide like a head on\n  Collision, stutter stepping is an incision\n  Of a nigga saying exactly what I vision\n  Because I'm gone, you think I left you all\n  But I stay in yo' ass like cholesterol\n  When I blast some solid ass Alcatraz\n  And if you escape, you better swim fast\n  'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\n  And the capital punishment's the penalty\n  Sitting in the electric chair, grab a hold\n  Pull the switch, yo' body twitch, your eye's explode\n  Out your skull 'cause being dull on a flow\n  Is an N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\n  Off and show off to throw off the law\n  Turn, take 10 paces then draw\n  What's left is a motherfucker dead in the alley\n  Ice Cube is the shit on the grand finale\n  [Dr. Dre]\n  Yea, yea that was funky but we need the motherfucking villian to speak\n  So kick it\n  [MC Ren]\n  The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\n  So let weak motherfuckers turn to dust\n  If you're weak it ain't my fault\n  Just take a kick in the ass and get turn into a pillar of salt\n  And niggas that's biting just to taste me\n  I make the punk motherfuckers buckle up for safety\n  And on the dope they caught from the flash\n  And swing like a bit when he's caught in a whiplash\n  Giving him pain 'cause I'm urgent\n  Rearrange the motherfucking face like a surgeon\n  It ain't no excuse for the torture delivering\n  Don't say that I scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering\n  Lyrics label wit an X and not a G\n  I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me\n  I'm wanted by the law so I stay low\n  Representing the pimp, bitches making my dough\n  In a different stage, I must of went on a rampage\n  Me and the D.O.C. are always hitting the front page\n  For what, for stealing and stepping up to the sheriff\n  And when I enter the party, niggas shit in a (cell pimp)\n  For what, maybe 'cause I'm Ren\n  And when they clean up shit, yo, they do it again\n  So fuck it, sit back cool and relax\n  While Eazy busts the facts kicking the grande finale\n  [Dr. Dre]\n  Yea, y'all know what time it is. Easy motherfucking E is in the house doing\n  Damage\n  [Eazy E]\n  The name is Eazy for me to come off like the inforcer'\n  Mass murder motherfuckers in a course of\n  An everyday situation where I would stalk by\n  Fuck the car, I do a motherfucking walk-by\n  Eazy-E and the D.O. to the C. and\n  Run house and there won't be no disagreeing\n  'Cause if there is some, you feeling staticy\n  Then I'm arrested (For what) assault and battery\n  Never outdone, only outdoing\n  Loving the bitches and the hoes boo hooing\n  Why 'cause they're addicted to my dick\n  The pleasure of pain, the wing-ding and flipped it\n  (Yea) and never forget when done in bed by\n  Eazy, the name of a Compton hard head\n  Cool but local like loc never broke\n  'Cause they're paid to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\n  I don't give a fuck about fame\n  I rather deal wit a number than a motherfucking name (word)\n  Get me paid and then rap\n  'Cause all the other bullshit money ain't jack\n  Eazy but not that Eazy to deal wit\n  Especially if you're popping bullshit\n  Put the E-A-Z-Y and to the E\n  Expression of thought on the motherfucking grand finale\n  [Dr. Dre]\n  Yea, that shit was funky, last but not least is the motherfucking D.O.C.\n  This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n  [The D.O.C.]\n  Swinging, singing a brand new rap\n  On a rhythm concocted by my homie in the back and\n  If it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\n  But to me it's kinda cool (Tell 'em why), I'm making money\n  Tripping up the man wit the (swig tan) movement\n  Proving if you're grooving then it cool when he be doing it\n  Taking a second for me to blow your mind\n  'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit rock\n  But I was smart, the D.O. to the C. now on the formula\n  It's rough, I mean it's funky enough for me\n  And you can have a listen after that and this and\n  D-O-N-'T M-O-V-E wit out permission\n  From the D.O. to the C., I'm just better than\n  The normal man and I'll be dumb if a sucker can\n  Ever compete wit the elite\n  Much less beat, it's like dancing wit 2 left feet\n  Never smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\n  Or I'm a send ya ass to the temple of doom\n  I got raw when I came to Cali\n  Now wit NWA on the motherfucking grand finale\n  [Dre]\n  Shout outs\n"},{"id":1336719,"name":"The Grand Finale","trackName":"The Grand Finale","artistName":"The D.O.C.","albumName":"The N.W.A Legacy Volume 2","duration":280.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\nThis is Dr. Dre in full effect and we gonna kick it offa little somethis like\nThis\nWe got my mella yella boy on the drums, We got Stan \"the Guitar Man\"\nDropping the rhythm. We got LA Dre on the keyboard and I want the whole\nPosse in this muthaf**ka to rocl on this funky ass beat we're gonna drop\nAight, So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthaf**ka, run it\n\n(Ice Cube)\nPicture a nigga that's raw\nAmplify his ass and what you see is what's on\nMuthaf**kas I slaughter, blow em out the water\nWord to me, f**k the father\nMy melody is deadly as a pin in a handgrenade\n5 seconds before you get played\nYou can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\nEver see a sucker scatter, it'll make ya throw up\nThen I take advantage, you can't manage\nTo get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\nHit up, Ice Cube tearing shit up\nLike a dude you can bet on\nCollide like a head on\nCollision, stutter steppin is an incision\nOf a nigga saying exactly what I vision\nBecause I'm gone, you think I left you all\nBut I stay in yo' ass like cholesterol\nWhen I blast some solid ass alcatraz\nAnd if you escape, you better swim fast\n'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\nAnd the capital punishment's the penalty\nSitting in the electric chair, grab a hold\nPull the switch, yo' body twitch, your eye's explode\nOut your skull 'cause being dull on a flow\nIs an N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\nOff and show off to throw off the law\nTurn, take 10 paces then draw\nWhat's left is a muthaf**ka dead in the alley\nIce Cube is the shit on the grand finale\n\n(Dr. Dre)\nYea, yea that was funky but we need the muthaf**king villian to speak\nSo kick it\n\n(MC Ren)\nThe grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\nSo let weak muthaf**kas turn to dust\nIf you're weak it ain't my fault\nJust take a kick in the ass and get turn into a pillar of salt\nAnd niggas that's biting just to taste me\nI make the punk muthaf**kas buckle up for safety\nAnd on the dope they caught from the flash\nAnd swing like a bit when he's caught in a whiplash\nGiving him pain 'cause I'm urgent\nRearrange the muthaf**king face like a surgeon\nIt ain't no excuse for the torture delivering\nDon't say that I scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering\nLyrics label wit an X and not a G\nI say f**k the police, yo, so now they after me\nI'm wanted by the law so I stay low\nRepresenting the pimp, bitches making my dough\nIn a different stage, I must of went on a rampage\nMe and the D.O.C. are always hitting the front page\nFor what, for stealing and stepping up to the sheriff\nAnd when I enter the party, niggas shit in a?(cell pimp)?\nFor what, maybe 'cause I'm Ren\nAnd when they clean up shit, yo, they do it again\nSo f**k it, sit back cool and relax\nWhile Eazy busts the facts kicking the grande finale\n\n(Dr. Dre)\nYea, y'all know what time it is. Easy muthaf**king E is in the house doing\n\n(Eazy E)\nThe name is Eazy for me to come off like the inforcer'\nMass murder muthafukas in a course of\nAn everyday situation where I would stalk by\nF**k the car, I do a muthafuking walk-by\nEazy-E and the D.O. to the C. and\nRun house and there won't be no disagreeing\n'Cause if there is some, you feeling staticy\nThen I'm arrested (For what) assault and battery\nNever outdone, only outdoing\nLoving the bitches and the hoes boo hooing\nWhy 'cause they're addicted to my dick\nThe pleasure of pain, the wing-ding and flipped it\n(Yea) and never forget when done in bed by\nEazy, the name of a Compton hard head\nCool but local like loc never broke\n'Cause they're paid to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\nI don't give a f**k about fame\nI rather deal wit a number than a muthafuking name (word)\nGet me paid and then rap\n'Cause all the other bullshit money ain't jack\nEazy but not that Eazy to deal wit\nEspecially if you're poppin bullshit\nPut the E-A-Z-Y and to the E\nExpression of thought on the muthafuking grand finale\n\n(Dr. Dre)\nYea, that shit was funky, last but not least is the muthafuking D.O.C.\nThis is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n\n(The D.O.C.)\nSwinging, singing a brand new rap\nOn a rhythm concocted by my homie in the back and\nIf it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\nBut to me it's kinda cool (Tell 'em why), I'm making money\nTripping up the man wit the?(swig tan)? movement\nProving if you're grooving then it cool when he be doing it\nTaking a second for me to blow your mind\n'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit rock\nBut I was smart, the D.O. to the C. now on the formula\nIt's rough, I mean it's funky enuff for me\nAnd you can have a listen after that and this and\nD-O-N-'T M-O-V-E wit out permission\nFrom the D.O. to the C., I'm just better than\nThe normal man and I'll be dumb if a sucker can\nEver compete wit the elite\nMuch less beat, it's like dancing wit 2 left feet\nNever smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\nOr I'm a send ya ass to the temple of doom\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nNow wit NWA on the muthafuking grand finale\n\n(Dre)\nShout outs","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.53] Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\n[00:02.94] This is Dr. Dre in full effect and we gonna kick it offa little somethis like\n[00:05.33] This\n[00:06.99] We got my mella yella boy on the drums, We got Stan \"the Guitar Man\"\n[00:11.89] Dropping the rhythm. 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Easy muthaf**king E is in the house doing\n[02:22.81] (Eazy E)\n[02:23.31] The name is Eazy for me to come off like the inforcer'\n[02:25.42] Mass murder muthafukas in a course of\n[02:27.52] An everyday situation where I would stalk by\n[02:29.30] F**k the car, I do a muthafuking walk-by\n[02:31.59] Eazy-E and the D.O. to the C. and\n[02:33.96] Run house and there won't be no disagreeing\n[02:36.16] 'Cause if there is some, you feeling staticy\n[02:38.64] Then I'm arrested (For what) assault and battery\n[02:40.81] Never outdone, only outdoing\n[02:42.67] Loving the bitches and the hoes boo hooing\n[02:44.71] Why 'cause they're addicted to my dick\n[02:47.02] The pleasure of pain, the wing-ding and flipped it\n[02:49.04] (Yea) and never forget when done in bed by\n[02:51.44] Eazy, the name of a Compton hard head\n[02:53.61] Cool but local like loc never broke\n[02:55.85] 'Cause they're paid to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\n[02:57.78] I don't give a f**k about fame\n[02:59.83] I rather deal wit a number than a muthafuking name (word)\n[03:02.66] Get me paid and then rap\n[03:04.35] 'Cause all the other bullshit money ain't jack\n[03:06.39] Eazy but not that Eazy to deal wit\n[03:08.62] Especially if you're poppin bullshit\n[03:11.06] Put the E-A-Z-Y and to the E\n[03:13.17] Expression of thought on the muthafuking grand finale\n[03:15.25] (Dr. Dre)\n[03:17.46] Yea, that shit was funky, last but not least is the muthafuking D.O.C.\n[03:21.10] This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n[03:24.67] (The D.O.C.)\n[03:25.23] Swinging, singing a brand new rap\n[03:26.30] On a rhythm concocted by my homie in the back and\n[03:28.97] If it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\n[03:31.05] But to me it's kinda cool (Tell 'em why), I'm making money\n[03:32.82] Tripping up the man wit the?(swig tan)? movement\n[03:35.80] Proving if you're grooving then it cool when he be doing it\n[03:37.95] Taking a second for me to blow your mind\n[03:39.91] 'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit rock\n[03:41.97] But I was smart, the D.O. to the C. now on the formula\n[03:44.11] It's rough, I mean it's funky enuff for me\n[03:46.46] And you can have a listen after that and this and\n[03:48.18] D-O-N-'T M-O-V-E wit out permission\n[03:50.49] From the D.O. to the C., I'm just better than\n[03:53.27] The normal man and I'll be dumb if a sucker can\n[03:55.10] Ever compete wit the elite\n[03:57.13] Much less beat, it's like dancing wit 2 left feet\n[03:59.21] Never smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\n[04:01.31] Or I'm a send ya ass to the temple of doom\n[04:03.68] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[04:05.40] Now wit NWA on the muthafuking grand finale\n[04:07.25] (Dre)\n[04:08.85] Shout outs\n[04:38.65] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Grand Finale\n  artist: The D.O.C.\n  album: The N.W.A Legacy Volume 2\n  duration_ms: 280000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\n  start_ms: 530\n  end_ms: 2940\n- text: This is Dr. Dre in full effect and we gonna kick it offa little somethis like\n  start_ms: 2940\n  end_ms: 5330\n- text: This\n  start_ms: 5330\n  end_ms: 6990\n- text: We got my mella yella boy on the drums, We got Stan \"the Guitar Man\"\n  start_ms: 6990\n  end_ms: 11890\n- text: Dropping the rhythm. 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We got LA Dre on the keyboard and I want the whole\n  Posse in this muthaf**ka to rocl on this funky ass beat we're gonna drop\n  Aight, So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthaf**ka, run it\n\n  (Ice Cube)\n  Picture a nigga that's raw\n  Amplify his ass and what you see is what's on\n  Muthaf**kas I slaughter, blow em out the water\n  Word to me, f**k the father\n  My melody is deadly as a pin in a handgrenade\n  5 seconds before you get played\n  You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\n  Ever see a sucker scatter, it'll make ya throw up\n  Then I take advantage, you can't manage\n  To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\n  Hit up, Ice Cube tearing shit up\n  Like a dude you can bet on\n  Collide like a head on\n  Collision, stutter steppin is an incision\n  Of a nigga saying exactly what I vision\n  Because I'm gone, you think I left you all\n  But I stay in yo' ass like cholesterol\n  When I blast some solid ass alcatraz\n  And if you escape, you better swim fast\n  'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\n  And the capital punishment's the penalty\n  Sitting in the electric chair, grab a hold\n  Pull the switch, yo' body twitch, your eye's explode\n  Out your skull 'cause being dull on a flow\n  Is an N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\n  Off and show off to throw off the law\n  Turn, take 10 paces then draw\n  What's left is a muthaf**ka dead in the alley\n  Ice Cube is the shit on the grand finale\n\n  (Dr. Dre)\n  Yea, yea that was funky but we need the muthaf**king villian to speak\n  So kick it\n\n  (MC Ren)\n  The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\n  So let weak muthaf**kas turn to dust\n  If you're weak it ain't my fault\n  Just take a kick in the ass and get turn into a pillar of salt\n  And niggas that's biting just to taste me\n  I make the punk muthaf**kas buckle up for safety\n  And on the dope they caught from the flash\n  And swing like a bit when he's caught in a whiplash\n  Giving him pain 'cause I'm urgent\n  Rearrange the muthaf**king face like a surgeon\n  It ain't no excuse for the torture delivering\n  Don't say that I scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering\n  Lyrics label wit an X and not a G\n  I say f**k the police, yo, so now they after me\n  I'm wanted by the law so I stay low\n  Representing the pimp, bitches making my dough\n  In a different stage, I must of went on a rampage\n  Me and the D.O.C. are always hitting the front page\n  For what, for stealing and stepping up to the sheriff\n  And when I enter the party, niggas shit in a?(cell pimp)?\n  For what, maybe 'cause I'm Ren\n  And when they clean up shit, yo, they do it again\n  So f**k it, sit back cool and relax\n  While Eazy busts the facts kicking the grande finale\n\n  (Dr. Dre)\n  Yea, y'all know what time it is. Easy muthaf**king E is in the house doing\n\n  (Eazy E)\n  The name is Eazy for me to come off like the inforcer'\n  Mass murder muthafukas in a course of\n  An everyday situation where I would stalk by\n  F**k the car, I do a muthafuking walk-by\n  Eazy-E and the D.O. to the C. and\n  Run house and there won't be no disagreeing\n  'Cause if there is some, you feeling staticy\n  Then I'm arrested (For what) assault and battery\n  Never outdone, only outdoing\n  Loving the bitches and the hoes boo hooing\n  Why 'cause they're addicted to my dick\n  The pleasure of pain, the wing-ding and flipped it\n  (Yea) and never forget when done in bed by\n  Eazy, the name of a Compton hard head\n  Cool but local like loc never broke\n  'Cause they're paid to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\n  I don't give a f**k about fame\n  I rather deal wit a number than a muthafuking name (word)\n  Get me paid and then rap\n  'Cause all the other bullshit money ain't jack\n  Eazy but not that Eazy to deal wit\n  Especially if you're poppin bullshit\n  Put the E-A-Z-Y and to the E\n  Expression of thought on the muthafuking grand finale\n\n  (Dr. Dre)\n  Yea, that shit was funky, last but not least is the muthafuking D.O.C.\n  This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n\n  (The D.O.C.)\n  Swinging, singing a brand new rap\n  On a rhythm concocted by my homie in the back and\n  If it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\n  But to me it's kinda cool (Tell 'em why), I'm making money\n  Tripping up the man wit the?(swig tan)? movement\n  Proving if you're grooving then it cool when he be doing it\n  Taking a second for me to blow your mind\n  'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit rock\n  But I was smart, the D.O. to the C. now on the formula\n  It's rough, I mean it's funky enuff for me\n  And you can have a listen after that and this and\n  D-O-N-'T M-O-V-E wit out permission\n  From the D.O. to the C., I'm just better than\n  The normal man and I'll be dumb if a sucker can\n  Ever compete wit the elite\n  Much less beat, it's like dancing wit 2 left feet\n  Never smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\n  Or I'm a send ya ass to the temple of doom\n  I got raw when I came to Cali\n  Now wit NWA on the muthafuking grand finale\n\n  (Dre)\n  Shout outs\n"},{"id":27413217,"name":"The Grand Finale","trackName":"The Grand Finale","artistName":"The D.O.C.","albumName":"The N.W.A Legacy, Vol. 2","duration":278.826667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Dr. Dre]\nCheck this out, we've come to the last and final record\nThis is Dr. Dre in full effect and we gonna kick it off a little some this like this\nWe got my mella yella boy on the drums, We got Stan \"the Guitar Man\"\nDropping the rhythm. We got LA Dre on the keyboard and I want the whole\nPosse in this motherfucker to rock on this funky ass beat we're gonna drop\nAlright, So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this motherfucker , run it\n[Ice Cube]\nPicture a nigga that's raw\nAmplify his ass and what you see is what's on\nMotherfuckers I slaughter, blow em out the water\nWord to me, fuck the father\nMy melody is deadly as a pin in a hand grenade\n5 seconds before you get played\nYou can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\nEver see a sucker scatter, it'll make ya throw up\nThen I take advantage, you can't manage\nTo get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\nHit up, Ice Cube tearing shit up\nLike a dude you can bet on\nCollide like a head on\nCollision, stutter stepping is an incision\nOf a nigga saying exactly what I vision\nBecause I'm gone, you think I left you all\nBut I stay in yo' ass like cholesterol\nWhen I blast some solid ass Alcatraz\nAnd if you escape, you better swim fast\n'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\nAnd the capital punishment's the penalty\nSitting in the electric chair, grab a hold\nPull the switch, yo' body twitch, your eye's explode\nOut your skull 'cause being dull on a flow\nIs an N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\nOff and show off to throw off the law\nTurn, take 10 paces then draw\nWhat's left is a motherfucker dead in the alley\nIce Cube is the shit on the grand finale\n[Dr. Dre]\nYea, yea that was funky but we need the motherfucking villian to speak\nSo kick it\n[MC Ren]\nThe grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\nSo let weak motherfuckers turn to dust\nIf you're weak it ain't my fault\nJust take a kick in the ass and get turn into a pillar of salt\nAnd niggas that's biting just to taste me\nI make the punk motherfuckers buckle up for safety\nAnd on the dope they caught from the flash\nAnd swing like a bit when he's caught in a whiplash\nGiving him pain 'cause I'm urgent\nRearrange the motherfucking face like a surgeon\nIt ain't no excuse for the torture delivering\nDon't say that I scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering\nLyrics label wit an X and not a G\nI say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me\nI'm wanted by the law so I stay low\nRepresenting the pimp, bitches making my dough\nIn a different stage, I must of went on a rampage\nMe and the D.O.C. are always hitting the front page\nFor what, for stealing and stepping up to the sheriff\nAnd when I enter the party, niggas shit in a (cell pimp)\nFor what, maybe 'cause I'm Ren\nAnd when they clean up shit, yo, they do it again\nSo fuck it, sit back cool and relax\nWhile Eazy busts the facts kicking the grande finale\n[Dr. Dre]\nYea, y'all know what time it is. Easy motherfucking E is in the house doing\nDamage\n[Eazy E]\nThe name is Eazy for me to come off like the inforcer'\nMass murder motherfuckers in a course of\nAn everyday situation where I would stalk by\nFuck the car, I do a motherfucking walk-by\nEazy-E and the D.O. to the C. and\nRun house and there won't be no disagreeing\n'Cause if there is some, you feeling staticy\nThen I'm arrested (For what) assault and battery\nNever outdone, only outdoing\nLoving the bitches and the hoes boo hooing\nWhy 'cause they're addicted to my dick\nThe pleasure of pain, the wing-ding and flipped it\n(Yea) and never forget when done in bed by\nEazy, the name of a Compton hard head\nCool but local like loc never broke\n'Cause they're paid to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\nI don't give a fuck about fame\nI rather deal wit a number than a motherfucking name (word)\nGet me paid and then rap\n'Cause all the other bullshit money ain't jack\nEazy but not that Eazy to deal wit\nEspecially if you're popping bullshit\nPut the E-A-Z-Y and to the E\nExpression of thought on the motherfucking grand finale\n[Dr. Dre]\nYea, that shit was funky, last but not least is the motherfucking D.O.C.\nThis is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n[The D.O.C.]\nSwinging, singing a brand new rap\nOn a rhythm concocted by my homie in the back and\nIf it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\nBut to me it's kinda cool (Tell 'em why), I'm making money\nTripping up the man wit the (swig tan) movement\nProving if you're grooving then it cool when he be doing it\nTaking a second for me to blow your mind\n'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit rock\nBut I was smart, the D.O. to the C. now on the formula\nIt's rough, I mean it's funky enough for me\nAnd you can have a listen after that and this and\nD-O-N-'T M-O-V-E wit out permission\nFrom the D.O. to the C., I'm just better than\nThe normal man and I'll be dumb if a sucker can\nEver compete wit the elite\nMuch less beat, it's like dancing wit 2 left feet\nNever smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\nOr I'm a send ya ass to the temple of doom\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nNow wit NWA on the motherfucking grand finale\n[Dre]\nShout outs","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Grand Finale\n  artist: The D.O.C.\n  album: The N.W.A Legacy, Vol. 2\n  duration_ms: 278827\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Dr. Dre]\n  Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\n  This is Dr. Dre in full effect and we gonna kick it off a little some this like this\n  We got my mella yella boy on the drums, We got Stan \"the Guitar Man\"\n  Dropping the rhythm. We got LA Dre on the keyboard and I want the whole\n  Posse in this motherfucker to rock on this funky ass beat we're gonna drop\n  Alright, So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this motherfucker , run it\n  [Ice Cube]\n  Picture a nigga that's raw\n  Amplify his ass and what you see is what's on\n  Motherfuckers I slaughter, blow em out the water\n  Word to me, fuck the father\n  My melody is deadly as a pin in a hand grenade\n  5 seconds before you get played\n  You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\n  Ever see a sucker scatter, it'll make ya throw up\n  Then I take advantage, you can't manage\n  To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\n  Hit up, Ice Cube tearing shit up\n  Like a dude you can bet on\n  Collide like a head on\n  Collision, stutter stepping is an incision\n  Of a nigga saying exactly what I vision\n  Because I'm gone, you think I left you all\n  But I stay in yo' ass like cholesterol\n  When I blast some solid ass Alcatraz\n  And if you escape, you better swim fast\n  'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\n  And the capital punishment's the penalty\n  Sitting in the electric chair, grab a hold\n  Pull the switch, yo' body twitch, your eye's explode\n  Out your skull 'cause being dull on a flow\n  Is an N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\n  Off and show off to throw off the law\n  Turn, take 10 paces then draw\n  What's left is a motherfucker dead in the alley\n  Ice Cube is the shit on the grand finale\n  [Dr. Dre]\n  Yea, yea that was funky but we need the motherfucking villian to speak\n  So kick it\n  [MC Ren]\n  The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\n  So let weak motherfuckers turn to dust\n  If you're weak it ain't my fault\n  Just take a kick in the ass and get turn into a pillar of salt\n  And niggas that's biting just to taste me\n  I make the punk motherfuckers buckle up for safety\n  And on the dope they caught from the flash\n  And swing like a bit when he's caught in a whiplash\n  Giving him pain 'cause I'm urgent\n  Rearrange the motherfucking face like a surgeon\n  It ain't no excuse for the torture delivering\n  Don't say that I scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering\n  Lyrics label wit an X and not a G\n  I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me\n  I'm wanted by the law so I stay low\n  Representing the pimp, bitches making my dough\n  In a different stage, I must of went on a rampage\n  Me and the D.O.C. are always hitting the front page\n  For what, for stealing and stepping up to the sheriff\n  And when I enter the party, niggas shit in a (cell pimp)\n  For what, maybe 'cause I'm Ren\n  And when they clean up shit, yo, they do it again\n  So fuck it, sit back cool and relax\n  While Eazy busts the facts kicking the grande finale\n  [Dr. Dre]\n  Yea, y'all know what time it is. Easy motherfucking E is in the house doing\n  Damage\n  [Eazy E]\n  The name is Eazy for me to come off like the inforcer'\n  Mass murder motherfuckers in a course of\n  An everyday situation where I would stalk by\n  Fuck the car, I do a motherfucking walk-by\n  Eazy-E and the D.O. to the C. and\n  Run house and there won't be no disagreeing\n  'Cause if there is some, you feeling staticy\n  Then I'm arrested (For what) assault and battery\n  Never outdone, only outdoing\n  Loving the bitches and the hoes boo hooing\n  Why 'cause they're addicted to my dick\n  The pleasure of pain, the wing-ding and flipped it\n  (Yea) and never forget when done in bed by\n  Eazy, the name of a Compton hard head\n  Cool but local like loc never broke\n  'Cause they're paid to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\n  I don't give a fuck about fame\n  I rather deal wit a number than a motherfucking name (word)\n  Get me paid and then rap\n  'Cause all the other bullshit money ain't jack\n  Eazy but not that Eazy to deal wit\n  Especially if you're popping bullshit\n  Put the E-A-Z-Y and to the E\n  Expression of thought on the motherfucking grand finale\n  [Dr. Dre]\n  Yea, that shit was funky, last but not least is the motherfucking D.O.C.\n  This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n  [The D.O.C.]\n  Swinging, singing a brand new rap\n  On a rhythm concocted by my homie in the back and\n  If it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\n  But to me it's kinda cool (Tell 'em why), I'm making money\n  Tripping up the man wit the (swig tan) movement\n  Proving if you're grooving then it cool when he be doing it\n  Taking a second for me to blow your mind\n  'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit rock\n  But I was smart, the D.O. to the C. now on the formula\n  It's rough, I mean it's funky enough for me\n  And you can have a listen after that and this and\n  D-O-N-'T M-O-V-E wit out permission\n  From the D.O. to the C., I'm just better than\n  The normal man and I'll be dumb if a sucker can\n  Ever compete wit the elite\n  Much less beat, it's like dancing wit 2 left feet\n  Never smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\n  Or I'm a send ya ass to the temple of doom\n  I got raw when I came to Cali\n  Now wit NWA on the motherfucking grand finale\n  [Dre]\n  Shout outs\n"},{"id":29062685,"name":"Grand Finale","trackName":"Grand Finale","artistName":"The D.O.C.","albumName":"Pass The Mic - The Posse Album","duration":280.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\nThis is Dr. Dre in full effect and we gonna kick it offa little somethis like\nThis\nWe got my mella yella boy on the drums, We got Stan \"the Guitar Man\"\nDropping the rhythm. We got LA Dre on the keyboard and I want the whole\nPosse in this muthaf**ka to rocl on this funky ass beat we're gonna drop\nAight, So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthaf**ka, run it\n\n(Ice Cube)\nPicture a nigga that's raw\nAmplify his ass and what you see is what's on\nMuthaf**kas I slaughter, blow em out the water\nWord to me, f**k the father\nMy melody is deadly as a pin in a handgrenade\n5 seconds before you get played\nYou can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\nEver see a sucker scatter, it'll make ya throw up\nThen I take advantage, you can't manage\nTo get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\nHit up, Ice Cube tearing shit up\nLike a dude you can bet on\nCollide like a head on\nCollision, stutter steppin is an incision\nOf a nigga saying exactly what I vision\nBecause I'm gone, you think I left you all\nBut I stay in yo' ass like cholesterol\nWhen I blast some solid ass alcatraz\nAnd if you escape, you better swim fast\n'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\nAnd the capital punishment's the penalty\nSitting in the electric chair, grab a hold\nPull the switch, yo' body twitch, your eye's explode\nOut your skull 'cause being dull on a flow\nIs an N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\nOff and show off to throw off the law\nTurn, take 10 paces then draw\nWhat's left is a muthaf**ka dead in the alley\nIce Cube is the shit on the grand finale\n\n(Dr. Dre)\nYea, yea that was funky but we need the muthaf**king villian to speak\nSo kick it\n\n(MC Ren)\nThe grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\nSo let weak muthaf**kas turn to dust\nIf you're weak it ain't my fault\nJust take a kick in the ass and get turn into a pillar of salt\nAnd niggas that's biting just to taste me\nI make the punk muthaf**kas buckle up for safety\nAnd on the dope they caught from the flash\nAnd swing like a bit when he's caught in a whiplash\nGiving him pain 'cause I'm urgent\nRearrange the muthaf**king face like a surgeon\nIt ain't no excuse for the torture delivering\nDon't say that I scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering\nLyrics label wit an X and not a G\nI say f**k the police, yo, so now they after me\nI'm wanted by the law so I stay low\nRepresenting the pimp, bitches making my dough\nIn a different stage, I must of went on a rampage\nMe and the D.O.C. are always hitting the front page\nFor what, for stealing and stepping up to the sheriff\nAnd when I enter the party, niggas shit in a?(cell pimp)?\nFor what, maybe 'cause I'm Ren\nAnd when they clean up shit, yo, they do it again\nSo f**k it, sit back cool and relax\nWhile Eazy busts the facts kicking the grande finale\n\n(Dr. Dre)\nYea, y'all know what time it is. Easy muthaf**king E is in the house doing\n\n(Eazy E)\nThe name is Eazy for me to come off like the inforcer'\nMass murder muthafukas in a course of\nAn everyday situation where I would stalk by\nF**k the car, I do a muthafuking walk-by\nEazy-E and the D.O. to the C. and\nRun house and there won't be no disagreeing\n'Cause if there is some, you feeling staticy\nThen I'm arrested (For what) assault and battery\nNever outdone, only outdoing\nLoving the bitches and the hoes boo hooing\nWhy 'cause they're addicted to my dick\nThe pleasure of pain, the wing-ding and flipped it\n(Yea) and never forget when done in bed by\nEazy, the name of a Compton hard head\nCool but local like loc never broke\n'Cause they're paid to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\nI don't give a f**k about fame\nI rather deal wit a number than a muthafuking name (word)\nGet me paid and then rap\n'Cause all the other bullshit money ain't jack\nEazy but not that Eazy to deal wit\nEspecially if you're poppin bullshit\nPut the E-A-Z-Y and to the E\nExpression of thought on the muthafuking grand finale\n\n(Dr. Dre)\nYea, that shit was funky, last but not least is the muthafuking D.O.C.\nThis is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n\n(The D.O.C.)\nSwinging, singing a brand new rap\nOn a rhythm concocted by my homie in the back and\nIf it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\nBut to me it's kinda cool (Tell 'em why), I'm making money\nTripping up the man wit the?(swig tan)? movement\nProving if you're grooving then it cool when he be doing it\nTaking a second for me to blow your mind\n'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit rock\nBut I was smart, the D.O. to the C. now on the formula\nIt's rough, I mean it's funky enuff for me\nAnd you can have a listen after that and this and\nD-O-N-'T M-O-V-E wit out permission\nFrom the D.O. to the C., I'm just better than\nThe normal man and I'll be dumb if a sucker can\nEver compete wit the elite\nMuch less beat, it's like dancing wit 2 left feet\nNever smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\nOr I'm a send ya ass to the temple of doom\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nNow wit NWA on the muthafuking grand finale\n\n(Dre)\nShout outs","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.53] Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\n[00:02.94] This is Dr. Dre in full effect and we gonna kick it offa little somethis like\n[00:05.33] This\n[00:06.99] We got my mella yella boy on the drums, We got Stan \"the Guitar Man\"\n[00:11.89] Dropping the rhythm. We got LA Dre on the keyboard and I want the whole\n[00:14.59] Posse in this muthaf**ka to rocl on this funky ass beat we're gonna drop\n[00:17.56] Aight, So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthaf**ka, run it\n[00:21.16] (Ice Cube)\n[00:21.83] Picture a nigga that's raw\n[00:24.34] Amplify his ass and what you see is what's on\n[00:26.54] Muthaf**kas I slaughter, blow em out the water\n[00:28.72] Word to me, f**k the father\n[00:31.17] My melody is deadly as a pin in a handgrenade\n[00:33.19] 5 seconds before you get played\n[00:35.30] You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\n[00:37.64] Ever see a sucker scatter, it'll make ya throw up\n[00:39.70] Then I take advantage, you can't manage\n[00:41.57] To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\n[00:43.76] Hit up, Ice Cube tearing shit up\n[00:46.07] Like a dude you can bet on\n[00:47.77] Collide like a head on\n[00:48.93] Collision, stutter steppin is an incision\n[00:50.50] Of a nigga saying exactly what I vision\n[00:52.83] Because I'm gone, you think I left you all\n[00:54.90] But I stay in yo' ass like cholesterol\n[00:57.02] When I blast some solid ass alcatraz\n[00:59.53] And if you escape, you better swim fast\n[01:01.64] 'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\n[01:03.94] And the capital punishment's the penalty\n[01:06.01] Sitting in the electric chair, grab a hold\n[01:07.56] Pull the switch, yo' body twitch, your eye's explode\n[01:09.38] Out your skull 'cause being dull on a flow\n[01:12.47] Is an N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\n[01:14.49] Off and show off to throw off the law\n[01:16.28] Turn, take 10 paces then draw\n[01:18.55] What's left is a muthaf**ka dead in the alley\n[01:20.68] Ice Cube is the shit on the grand finale\n[01:23.04] (Dr. Dre)\n[01:23.32] Yea, yea that was funky but we need the muthaf**king villian to speak\n[01:26.62] So kick it\n[01:27.58] (MC Ren)\n[01:27.97] The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\n[01:29.44] So let weak muthaf**kas turn to dust\n[01:31.06] If you're weak it ain't my fault\n[01:33.05] Just take a kick in the ass and get turn into a pillar of salt\n[01:34.74] And niggas that's biting just to taste me\n[01:37.40] I make the punk muthaf**kas buckle up for safety\n[01:39.96] And on the dope they caught from the flash\n[01:41.71] And swing like a bit when he's caught in a whiplash\n[01:44.27] Giving him pain 'cause I'm urgent\n[01:46.23] Rearrange the muthaf**king face like a surgeon\n[01:48.58] It ain't no excuse for the torture delivering\n[01:50.61] Don't say that I scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering\n[01:52.94] Lyrics label wit an X and not a G\n[01:55.02] I say f**k the police, yo, so now they after me\n[01:56.71] I'm wanted by the law so I stay low\n[01:58.96] Representing the pimp, bitches making my dough\n[02:01.16] In a different stage, I must of went on a rampage\n[02:03.75] Me and the D.O.C. are always hitting the front page\n[02:06.01] For what, for stealing and stepping up to the sheriff\n[02:08.17] And when I enter the party, niggas shit in a?(cell pimp)?\n[02:10.52] For what, maybe 'cause I'm Ren\n[02:12.70] And when they clean up shit, yo, they do it again\n[02:14.13] So f**k it, sit back cool and relax\n[02:16.62] While Eazy busts the facts kicking the grande finale\n[02:18.67] (Dr. Dre)\n[02:19.29] Yea, y'all know what time it is. 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We got LA Dre on the keyboard and I want the whole\n  Posse in this muthaf**ka to rocl on this funky ass beat we're gonna drop\n  Aight, So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthaf**ka, run it\n\n  (Ice Cube)\n  Picture a nigga that's raw\n  Amplify his ass and what you see is what's on\n  Muthaf**kas I slaughter, blow em out the water\n  Word to me, f**k the father\n  My melody is deadly as a pin in a handgrenade\n  5 seconds before you get played\n  You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\n  Ever see a sucker scatter, it'll make ya throw up\n  Then I take advantage, you can't manage\n  To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\n  Hit up, Ice Cube tearing shit up\n  Like a dude you can bet on\n  Collide like a head on\n  Collision, stutter steppin is an incision\n  Of a nigga saying exactly what I vision\n  Because I'm gone, you think I left you all\n  But I stay in yo' ass like cholesterol\n  When I blast some solid ass alcatraz\n  And if you escape, you better swim fast\n  'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\n  And the capital punishment's the penalty\n  Sitting in the electric chair, grab a hold\n  Pull the switch, yo' body twitch, your eye's explode\n  Out your skull 'cause being dull on a flow\n  Is an N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\n  Off and show off to throw off the law\n  Turn, take 10 paces then draw\n  What's left is a muthaf**ka dead in the alley\n  Ice Cube is the shit on the grand finale\n\n  (Dr. Dre)\n  Yea, yea that was funky but we need the muthaf**king villian to speak\n  So kick it\n\n  (MC Ren)\n  The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\n  So let weak muthaf**kas turn to dust\n  If you're weak it ain't my fault\n  Just take a kick in the ass and get turn into a pillar of salt\n  And niggas that's biting just to taste me\n  I make the punk muthaf**kas buckle up for safety\n  And on the dope they caught from the flash\n  And swing like a bit when he's caught in a whiplash\n  Giving him pain 'cause I'm urgent\n  Rearrange the muthaf**king face like a surgeon\n  It ain't no excuse for the torture delivering\n  Don't say that I scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering\n  Lyrics label wit an X and not a G\n  I say f**k the police, yo, so now they after me\n  I'm wanted by the law so I stay low\n  Representing the pimp, bitches making my dough\n  In a different stage, I must of went on a rampage\n  Me and the D.O.C. are always hitting the front page\n  For what, for stealing and stepping up to the sheriff\n  And when I enter the party, niggas shit in a?(cell pimp)?\n  For what, maybe 'cause I'm Ren\n  And when they clean up shit, yo, they do it again\n  So f**k it, sit back cool and relax\n  While Eazy busts the facts kicking the grande finale\n\n  (Dr. Dre)\n  Yea, y'all know what time it is. Easy muthaf**king E is in the house doing\n\n  (Eazy E)\n  The name is Eazy for me to come off like the inforcer'\n  Mass murder muthafukas in a course of\n  An everyday situation where I would stalk by\n  F**k the car, I do a muthafuking walk-by\n  Eazy-E and the D.O. to the C. and\n  Run house and there won't be no disagreeing\n  'Cause if there is some, you feeling staticy\n  Then I'm arrested (For what) assault and battery\n  Never outdone, only outdoing\n  Loving the bitches and the hoes boo hooing\n  Why 'cause they're addicted to my dick\n  The pleasure of pain, the wing-ding and flipped it\n  (Yea) and never forget when done in bed by\n  Eazy, the name of a Compton hard head\n  Cool but local like loc never broke\n  'Cause they're paid to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\n  I don't give a f**k about fame\n  I rather deal wit a number than a muthafuking name (word)\n  Get me paid and then rap\n  'Cause all the other bullshit money ain't jack\n  Eazy but not that Eazy to deal wit\n  Especially if you're poppin bullshit\n  Put the E-A-Z-Y and to the E\n  Expression of thought on the muthafuking grand finale\n\n  (Dr. Dre)\n  Yea, that shit was funky, last but not least is the muthafuking D.O.C.\n  This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n\n  (The D.O.C.)\n  Swinging, singing a brand new rap\n  On a rhythm concocted by my homie in the back and\n  If it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\n  But to me it's kinda cool (Tell 'em why), I'm making money\n  Tripping up the man wit the?(swig tan)? movement\n  Proving if you're grooving then it cool when he be doing it\n  Taking a second for me to blow your mind\n  'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit rock\n  But I was smart, the D.O. to the C. now on the formula\n  It's rough, I mean it's funky enuff for me\n  And you can have a listen after that and this and\n  D-O-N-'T M-O-V-E wit out permission\n  From the D.O. to the C., I'm just better than\n  The normal man and I'll be dumb if a sucker can\n  Ever compete wit the elite\n  Much less beat, it's like dancing wit 2 left feet\n  Never smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\n  Or I'm a send ya ass to the temple of doom\n  I got raw when I came to Cali\n  Now wit NWA on the muthafuking grand finale\n\n  (Dre)\n  Shout outs\n"},{"id":39510262,"name":"The Grand Finale","trackName":"The Grand Finale","artistName":"D.O.C.","albumName":"The N.W.A. Legacy 2","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\nThis is Dr. Dre in full effect\nAnd we gonna kick it off a little somethin' like this\nWe got my mella Yella Boy on the drums\nWe got Stan \"The Guitar Man\" droppin' the rhythm\nWe got L.A. Dre on the keyboards\nAnd I want the whole posse in this muthafucka\nTo rock on this funky ass beat we fittin' to drop, aight\nSo Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthafucka, run it\n\nPicture a nigga that's raw\nAmplify his ass, and what you see is what's saw\nMuthafuckas I slaughter, blow 'em out the water\nWord to me, fuck the father\nMy medley is deadly, as a pin in a hand grenade\n5 seconds before you get played\nYou can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\nEver see a sucker scattered? It'd make ya throw up\nThen I take advantage, you can't manage\nTo get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\nHit up Ice Cube, tear shit up\nLike a dude you can bet on, collide like a head-on\nCollision, stutter steppin' is an incision\nOf a nigga saying exactly what I vision\nBecause I'm gone, you think I left you all\nBut I stay in ya ass, like cholestreol\nWhen I blast, I'm solid as Alcatraz\nAnd if you escape, you better swim fast\n'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\nAnd the capital punishment's the penalty\nSit in the electric chair, grab a hold\nPull the switch, ya body twitch, ya eyes explode\nOut your skull, 'cause being dull on a flow\nIs a N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\nOff, and show off, to throw off, the law\nTurn, take 10 spaces, then draw\nWhat's left is a muthafucka dead in the alley\nIce Cube is the shit on The Grand Finale\n\nYeah, yeah that was funky but now we need the\nMuthafuckin' ruthless villian to speak, so kick it\n\nThe grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\nSo let weak muthafuckas turn to dust\nIf you're weak, it ain't your fault, just take a\nKick in the ass, and get turn into a pillar of salt\nAnd niggas that bite me just to taste me\nI make the punk muthafuckas buckle up for safety\nAnd those that don't, they caught from the flash\nAnd scream like a bitch, when he's caught in a whiplash\nGivin' him pain 'cause I'm urgin'\nRearrange their muthafuckin' face like a surgeon\nIt ain't no excuse for the torture deliverin'\nDon't say ya not scared, yo I can tell 'cause your shiverin'\nLyrics labeled wit' an X and not a G\nI said fuck the police, yo, so now they're after me\nI'm wanted by the law so I stay low\nRepresentin' the pimp, while bitches make me my dough\nIn a different stage, I must've went on a rampage\nMe and the D.O.C. are always hittin' the front page\nFor what, for stealin' and steppin' up to the shelf\nAnd when I enter the party, niggas shit on their self\nAnd for what? Maybe 'cause I'm Ren\nAnd when they clean up the shit, yo, they do it again\nSo fuck it, sit back cool and relax\nWhile Eazy, busses the facts, kickin' The Grand Finale\n\nYeah, y'all know what time it is, Eazy\nMuthafuckin' E is in the house doin' damage\n\nThey made it easy for me to come off like the enforcer\nMass murderin' muthafuckas in the course of\nAn everyday, situation where I would stalk by\nFuck a car, I do a muthafuckin' walk-by\nEazy-E an', the D-O to the C an'\nRun house, and yo there be no disagreein'\n'Cause if there is some, you feelin' staticky\nThen I'm arrested, (for what), assault and battery\nNever outdone, only outdoin'\nLovin' the bitches and leave the hoes boo-hooin'\nWhy? 'Cause they're addicted, to what my dick did\nThe pleasure and pain, the wing-ding inflicted\n(Yeah) they'll never forget what's done in bed\nBy Eazy, the name of a Compton hard-head\nCool, but loco like loc, never broke\n'Cause it pays to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\nI don't give a fuck about fame\nI rather deal with a number than a muthafuckin' name (word)\nGet me paid and then rap\n'Cause all that other bullshit wit'out money ain't jack\nEazy, but not that easy to deal with\nEspecially if you're poppin' bullshit\nThe E-A-Z-Y and to the E\nExpressin' a thought, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n\nYeah, that shit was funky\nLast but not least is the muthafuckin'\nD.O.C., this is yo' album, so that\nMeans you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n\nSwingin', singin', a brand new rap\nOn a rhythm, concocted by my homie in the back and\nIf it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\nBut to me it's kinda cool, (tell 'em why), I'm makin' money\nTrippin' up the man wit' the swift hand movement\nProvin' if you're groovin', then it's cool when he be doin' it\nTakin' a second for me to blow ya mind\n'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit' rock\nBut I was smart, the D-O to the C knowin' the formula\nIt's rough, I mean it's funky enough for me\nAnd you can have a listen, nothin' after this and\nD-O-N-T M-O-V-E yo, wit'out permission\nFrom the D-O to the C, I'm just better than\nThe normal man, and I'll be damned if a sucker can\nEver compete, wit' the elite\nMuch less beat, it's like dancin' wit' 2 left feet\nNever smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\nOr I'mma send ya ass right to the temple of doom\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nNow I'm wit' NWA, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n\nYeah, yeah, that shit was stupid def\nBut right about now we gotta send a shout out\nTo everybody that helped put this muthafuckin' project together\nThat's word, word 'em up\nPeace is dedicated to the homeboy Eazy-E\nIce Cube\nM.C. Ren\nD.J. Yella\nAnd these all the homies from the gang NWA ya know what I'm sayin'?\n\nL.A. Dre\nStan \"The Guitar Man\"\nDonovan\nMichel'le\nD.J. Speed\nMy homeboys Yomo & Maulkie\nThe super-dope manager Jerry Heller\nAnd of course the rest of the Ruthless and Comptown posse\nWord 'em up!\nShut the fuck up! Aaaahhh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.07]Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\n[00:02.67]This is Dr. Dre in full effect\n[00:04.55]And we gonna kick it off a little somethin' like this\n[00:06.96]We got my mella Yella Boy on the drums\n[00:08.76]We got Stan \"The Guitar Man\" droppin' the rhythm\n[00:11.65]We got L.A. Dre on the keyboards\n[00:13.56]And I want the whole posse in this muthafucka\n[00:15.72]To rock on this funky ass beat we fittin' to drop, aight\n[00:18.59]So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthafucka, run it\n[00:22.43]Picture a nigga that's raw\n[00:24.25]Amplify his ass, and what you see is what's saw\n[00:26.44]Muthafuckas I slaughter, blow 'em out the water\n[00:28.68]Word to me, fuck the father\n[00:30.73]My medley is deadly, as a pin in a hand grenade\n[00:33.02]5 seconds before you get played\n[00:35.25]You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\n[00:37.51]Ever see a sucker scattered? It'd make ya throw up\n[00:39.68]Then I take advantage, you can't manage\n[00:41.57]To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\n[00:43.72]Hit up Ice Cube, tear shit up\n[00:45.93]Like a dude you can bet on, collide like a head-on\n[00:48.22]Collision, stutter steppin' is an incision\n[00:50.51]Of a nigga saying exactly what I vision\n[00:52.59]Because I'm gone, you think I left you all\n[00:54.61]But I stay in ya ass, like cholestreol\n[00:56.83]When I blast, I'm solid as Alcatraz\n[00:59.07]And if you escape, you better swim fast\n[01:01.25]'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\n[01:03.42]And the capital punishment's the penalty\n[01:05.62]Sit in the electric chair, grab a hold\n[01:07.68]Pull the switch, ya body twitch, ya eyes explode\n[01:09.89]Out your skull, 'cause being dull on a flow\n[01:12.00]Is a N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\n[01:14.23]Off, and show off, to throw off, the law\n[01:16.37]Turn, take 10 spaces, then draw\n[01:18.66]What's left is a muthafucka dead in the alley\n[01:20.89]Ice Cube is the shit on The Grand Finale\n[01:22.72]Yeah, yeah that was funky but now we need the\n[01:24.98]Muthafuckin' ruthless villian to speak, so kick it\n[01:27.28]The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\n[01:29.06]So let weak muthafuckas turn to dust\n[01:31.23]If you're weak, it ain't your fault, just take a\n[01:33.73]Kick in the ass, and get turn into a pillar of salt\n[01:35.84]And niggas that bite me just to taste me\n[01:37.67]I make the punk muthafuckas buckle up for safety\n[01:40.05]And those that don't, they caught from the flash\n[01:42.29]And scream like a bitch, when he's caught in a whiplash\n[01:44.58]Givin' him pain 'cause I'm urgin'\n[01:46.63]Rearrange their muthafuckin' face like a surgeon\n[01:48.76]It ain't no excuse for the torture deliverin'\n[01:50.90]Don't say ya not scared, yo I can tell 'cause your shiverin'\n[01:53.07]Lyrics labeled wit' an X and not a G\n[01:55.28]I said fuck the police, yo, so now they're after me\n[01:57.41]I'm wanted by the law so I stay low\n[01:59.57]Representin' the pimp, while bitches make me my dough\n[02:01.60]In a different stage, I must've went on a rampage\n[02:03.95]Me and the D.O.C. are always hittin' the front page\n[02:06.04]For what, for stealin' and steppin' up to the shelf\n[02:08.25]And when I enter the party, niggas shit on their self\n[02:10.48]And for what? 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Ren\n  start_ms: 258850\n  end_ms: 259880\n- text: D.J. Yella\n  start_ms: 259880\n  end_ms: 260740\n- text: And these all the homies from the gang NWA ya know what I'm sayin'?\n  start_ms: 260740\n  end_ms: 263820\n- text: L.A. Dre\n  start_ms: 263820\n  end_ms: 264720\n- text: Stan \"The Guitar Man\"\n  start_ms: 264720\n  end_ms: 265890\n- text: Donovan\n  start_ms: 265890\n  end_ms: 266870\n- text: Michel'le\n  start_ms: 266870\n  end_ms: 268050\n- text: D.J. Speed\n  start_ms: 268050\n  end_ms: 268960\n- text: My homeboys Yomo & Maulkie\n  start_ms: 268960\n  end_ms: 270650\n- text: The super-dope manager Jerry Heller\n  start_ms: 270650\n  end_ms: 272740\n- text: And of course the rest of the Ruthless and Comptown posse\n  start_ms: 272740\n  end_ms: 275500\n- text: Word 'em up!\n  start_ms: 275500\n  end_ms: 276760\n- text: Shut the fuck up! Aaaahhh!\n  start_ms: 276760\n  end_ms: 278510\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 278510\nplain: |-\n  Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\n  This is Dr. Dre in full effect\n  And we gonna kick it off a little somethin' like this\n  We got my mella Yella Boy on the drums\n  We got Stan \"The Guitar Man\" droppin' the rhythm\n  We got L.A. Dre on the keyboards\n  And I want the whole posse in this muthafucka\n  To rock on this funky ass beat we fittin' to drop, aight\n  So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthafucka, run it\n\n  Picture a nigga that's raw\n  Amplify his ass, and what you see is what's saw\n  Muthafuckas I slaughter, blow 'em out the water\n  Word to me, fuck the father\n  My medley is deadly, as a pin in a hand grenade\n  5 seconds before you get played\n  You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\n  Ever see a sucker scattered? It'd make ya throw up\n  Then I take advantage, you can't manage\n  To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\n  Hit up Ice Cube, tear shit up\n  Like a dude you can bet on, collide like a head-on\n  Collision, stutter steppin' is an incision\n  Of a nigga saying exactly what I vision\n  Because I'm gone, you think I left you all\n  But I stay in ya ass, like cholestreol\n  When I blast, I'm solid as Alcatraz\n  And if you escape, you better swim fast\n  'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\n  And the capital punishment's the penalty\n  Sit in the electric chair, grab a hold\n  Pull the switch, ya body twitch, ya eyes explode\n  Out your skull, 'cause being dull on a flow\n  Is a N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\n  Off, and show off, to throw off, the law\n  Turn, take 10 spaces, then draw\n  What's left is a muthafucka dead in the alley\n  Ice Cube is the shit on The Grand Finale\n\n  Yeah, yeah that was funky but now we need the\n  Muthafuckin' ruthless villian to speak, so kick it\n\n  The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\n  So let weak muthafuckas turn to dust\n  If you're weak, it ain't your fault, just take a\n  Kick in the ass, and get turn into a pillar of salt\n  And niggas that bite me just to taste me\n  I make the punk muthafuckas buckle up for safety\n  And those that don't, they caught from the flash\n  And scream like a bitch, when he's caught in a whiplash\n  Givin' him pain 'cause I'm urgin'\n  Rearrange their muthafuckin' face like a surgeon\n  It ain't no excuse for the torture deliverin'\n  Don't say ya not scared, yo I can tell 'cause your shiverin'\n  Lyrics labeled wit' an X and not a G\n  I said fuck the police, yo, so now they're after me\n  I'm wanted by the law so I stay low\n  Representin' the pimp, while bitches make me my dough\n  In a different stage, I must've went on a rampage\n  Me and the D.O.C. are always hittin' the front page\n  For what, for stealin' and steppin' up to the shelf\n  And when I enter the party, niggas shit on their self\n  And for what? Maybe 'cause I'm Ren\n  And when they clean up the shit, yo, they do it again\n  So fuck it, sit back cool and relax\n  While Eazy, busses the facts, kickin' The Grand Finale\n\n  Yeah, y'all know what time it is, Eazy\n  Muthafuckin' E is in the house doin' damage\n\n  They made it easy for me to come off like the enforcer\n  Mass murderin' muthafuckas in the course of\n  An everyday, situation where I would stalk by\n  Fuck a car, I do a muthafuckin' walk-by\n  Eazy-E an', the D-O to the C an'\n  Run house, and yo there be no disagreein'\n  'Cause if there is some, you feelin' staticky\n  Then I'm arrested, (for what), assault and battery\n  Never outdone, only outdoin'\n  Lovin' the bitches and leave the hoes boo-hooin'\n  Why? 'Cause they're addicted, to what my dick did\n  The pleasure and pain, the wing-ding inflicted\n  (Yeah) they'll never forget what's done in bed\n  By Eazy, the name of a Compton hard-head\n  Cool, but loco like loc, never broke\n  'Cause it pays to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\n  I don't give a fuck about fame\n  I rather deal with a number than a muthafuckin' name (word)\n  Get me paid and then rap\n  'Cause all that other bullshit wit'out money ain't jack\n  Eazy, but not that easy to deal with\n  Especially if you're poppin' bullshit\n  The E-A-Z-Y and to the E\n  Expressin' a thought, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n\n  Yeah, that shit was funky\n  Last but not least is the muthafuckin'\n  D.O.C., this is yo' album, so that\n  Means you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n\n  Swingin', singin', a brand new rap\n  On a rhythm, concocted by my homie in the back and\n  If it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\n  But to me it's kinda cool, (tell 'em why), I'm makin' money\n  Trippin' up the man wit' the swift hand movement\n  Provin' if you're groovin', then it's cool when he be doin' it\n  Takin' a second for me to blow ya mind\n  'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit' rock\n  But I was smart, the D-O to the C knowin' the formula\n  It's rough, I mean it's funky enough for me\n  And you can have a listen, nothin' after this and\n  D-O-N-T M-O-V-E yo, wit'out permission\n  From the D-O to the C, I'm just better than\n  The normal man, and I'll be damned if a sucker can\n  Ever compete, wit' the elite\n  Much less beat, it's like dancin' wit' 2 left feet\n  Never smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\n  Or I'mma send ya ass right to the temple of doom\n  I got raw when I came to Cali\n  Now I'm wit' NWA, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n\n  Yeah, yeah, that shit was stupid def\n  But right about now we gotta send a shout out\n  To everybody that helped put this muthafuckin' project together\n  That's word, word 'em up\n  Peace is dedicated to the homeboy Eazy-E\n  Ice Cube\n  M.C. Ren\n  D.J. Yella\n  And these all the homies from the gang NWA ya know what I'm sayin'?\n\n  L.A. Dre\n  Stan \"The Guitar Man\"\n  Donovan\n  Michel'le\n  D.J. Speed\n  My homeboys Yomo & Maulkie\n  The super-dope manager Jerry Heller\n  And of course the rest of the Ruthless and Comptown posse\n  Word 'em up!\n  Shut the fuck up! Aaaahhh!\n"},{"id":7694309,"name":"Grand Finalé","trackName":"Grand Finalé","artistName":"The D.O.C.","albumName":"The N.W.A Legacy 2","duration":280.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\nThis is Dr. Dre in full effect\nAnd we gonna kick it off a little somethin' like this\nWe got my mella Yella Boy on the drums\nWe got Stan \"The Guitar Man\" droppin' the rhythm\nWe got L.A. Dre on the keyboards\nAnd I want the whole posse in this muthafucka\nTo rock on this funky ass beat we fittin' to drop, aight\nSo Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthafucka, run it\n\nPicture a nigga that's raw\nAmplify his ass, and what you see is what's saw\nMuthafuckas I slaughter, blow 'em out the water\nWord to me, fuck the father\nMy medley is deadly, as a pin in a hand grenade\n5 seconds before you get played\nYou can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\nEver see a sucker scattered? It'd make ya throw up\nThen I take advantage, you can't manage\nTo get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\nHit up Ice Cube, tear shit up\nLike a dude you can bet on, collide like a head-on\nCollision, stutter steppin' is an incision\nOf a nigga saying exactly what I vision\nBecause I'm gone, you think I left you all\nBut I stay in ya ass, like cholestreol\nWhen I blast, I'm solid as Alcatraz\nAnd if you escape, you better swim fast\n'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\nAnd the capital punishment's the penalty\nSit in the electric chair, grab a hold\nPull the switch, ya body twitch, ya eyes explode\nOut your skull, 'cause being dull on a flow\nIs a N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\nOff, and show off, to throw off, the law\nTurn, take 10 spaces, then draw\nWhat's left is a muthafucka dead in the alley\nIce Cube is the shit on The Grand Finale\n\nYeah, yeah that was funky but now we need the\nMuthafuckin' ruthless villian to speak, so kick it\n\nThe grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\nSo let weak muthafuckas turn to dust\nIf you're weak, it ain't your fault, just take a\nKick in the ass, and get turn into a pillar of salt\nAnd niggas that bite me just to taste me\nI make the punk muthafuckas buckle up for safety\nAnd those that don't, they caught from the flash\nAnd scream like a bitch, when he's caught in a whiplash\nGivin' him pain 'cause I'm urgin'\nRearrange their muthafuckin' face like a surgeon\nIt ain't no excuse for the torture deliverin'\nDon't say ya not scared, yo I can tell 'cause your shiverin'\nLyrics labeled wit' an X and not a G\nI said fuck the police, yo, so now they're after me\nI'm wanted by the law so I stay low\nRepresentin' the pimp, while bitches make me my dough\nIn a different stage, I must've went on a rampage\nMe and the D.O.C. are always hittin' the front page\nFor what, for stealin' and steppin' up to the shelf\nAnd when I enter the party, niggas shit on their self\nAnd for what? Maybe 'cause I'm Ren\nAnd when they clean up the shit, yo, they do it again\nSo fuck it, sit back cool and relax\nWhile Eazy, busses the facts, kickin' The Grand Finale\n\nYeah, y'all know what time it is, Eazy\nMuthafuckin' E is in the house doin' damage\n\nThey made it easy for me to come off like the enforcer\nMass murderin' muthafuckas in the course of\nAn everyday, situation where I would stalk by\nFuck a car, I do a muthafuckin' walk-by\nEazy-E an', the D-O to the C an'\nRun house, and yo there be no disagreein'\n'Cause if there is some, you feelin' staticky\nThen I'm arrested, (for what), assault and battery\nNever outdone, only outdoin'\nLovin' the bitches and leave the hoes boo-hooin'\nWhy? 'Cause they're addicted, to what my dick did\nThe pleasure and pain, the wing-ding inflicted\n(Yeah) they'll never forget what's done in bed\nBy Eazy, the name of a Compton hard-head\nCool, but loco like loc, never broke\n'Cause it pays to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\nI don't give a fuck about fame\nI rather deal with a number than a muthafuckin' name (word)\nGet me paid and then rap\n'Cause all that other bullshit wit'out money ain't jack\nEazy, but not that easy to deal with\nEspecially if you're poppin' bullshit\nThe E-A-Z-Y and to the E\nExpressin' a thought, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n\nYeah, that shit was funky\nLast but not least is the muthafuckin'\nD.O.C., this is yo' album, so that\nMeans you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n\nSwingin', singin', a brand new rap\nOn a rhythm, concocted by my homie in the back and\nIf it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\nBut to me it's kinda cool, (tell 'em why), I'm makin' money\nTrippin' up the man wit' the swift hand movement\nProvin' if you're groovin', then it's cool when he be doin' it\nTakin' a second for me to blow ya mind\n'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit' rock\nBut I was smart, the D-O to the C knowin' the formula\nIt's rough, I mean it's funky enough for me\nAnd you can have a listen, nothin' after this and\nD-O-N-T M-O-V-E yo, wit'out permission\nFrom the D-O to the C, I'm just better than\nThe normal man, and I'll be damned if a sucker can\nEver compete, wit' the elite\nMuch less beat, it's like dancin' wit' 2 left feet\nNever smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\nOr I'mma send ya ass right to the temple of doom\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nNow I'm wit' NWA, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n\nYeah, yeah, that shit was stupid def\nBut right about now we gotta send a shout out\nTo everybody that helped put this muthafuckin' project together\nThat's word, word 'em up\nPeace is dedicated to the homeboy Eazy-E\nIce Cube\nM.C. Ren\nD.J. Yella\nAnd these all the homies from the gang NWA ya know what I'm sayin'?\n\nL.A. Dre\nStan \"The Guitar Man\"\nDonovan\nMichel'le\nD.J. Speed\nMy homeboys Yomo & Maulkie\nThe super-dope manager Jerry Heller\nAnd of course the rest of the Ruthless and Comptown posse\nWord 'em up!\nShut the fuck up! Aaaahhh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.09] Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\n[00:02.60] This is Dr. Dre in full effect\n[00:04.53] And we gonna kick it off a little somethin' like this\n[00:06.90] We got my mella Yella Boy on the drums\n[00:08.76] We got Stan \"The Guitar Man\" droppin' the rhythm\n[00:11.69] We got L.A. Dre on the keyboards\n[00:13.57] And I want the whole posse in this muthafucka\n[00:15.79] To rock on this funky ass beat we fittin' to drop, aight\n[00:18.55] So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthafucka, run it\n[00:22.40] Picture a nigga that's raw\n[00:24.21] Amplify his ass, and what you see is what's saw\n[00:26.49] Muthafuckas I slaughter, blow 'em out the water\n[00:28.61] Word to me, fuck the father\n[00:30.72] My medley is deadly, as a pin in a hand grenade\n[00:33.00] 5 seconds before you get played\n[00:35.23] You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\n[00:37.55] Ever see a sucker scattered? 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Maybe 'cause I'm Ren\n[02:12.56] And when they clean up the shit, yo, they do it again\n[02:14.62] So fuck it, sit back cool and relax\n[02:16.81] While Eazy, busses the facts, kickin' The Grand Finale\n[02:18.96] Yeah, y'all know what time it is, Eazy\n[02:21.14] Muthafuckin' E is in the house doin' damage\n[02:23.39] They made it easy for me to come off like the enforcer\n[02:25.55] Mass murderin' muthafuckas in the course of\n[02:27.79] An everyday, situation where I would stalk by\n[02:29.82] Fuck a car, I do a muthafuckin' walk-by\n[02:31.99] Eazy-E an', the D-O to the C an'\n[02:34.13] Run house, and yo there be no disagreein'\n[02:36.48] 'Cause if there is some, you feelin' staticky\n[02:38.65] Then I'm arrested, (for what), assault and battery\n[02:40.63] Never outdone, only outdoin'\n[02:42.98] Lovin' the bitches and leave the hoes boo-hooin'\n[02:45.07] Why? 'Cause they're addicted, to what my dick did\n[02:47.15] The pleasure and pain, the wing-ding inflicted\n[02:49.36] (Yeah) they'll never forget what's done in bed\n[02:51.56] By Eazy, the name of a Compton hard-head\n[02:53.75] Cool, but loco like loc, never broke\n[02:55.86] 'Cause it pays to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\n[02:58.02] I don't give a fuck about fame\n[03:00.29] I rather deal with a number than a muthafuckin' name (word)\n[03:02.33] Get me paid and then rap\n[03:04.55] 'Cause all that other bullshit wit'out money ain't jack\n[03:06.64] Eazy, but not that easy to deal with\n[03:08.88] Especially if you're poppin' bullshit\n[03:11.03] The E-A-Z-Y and to the E\n[03:13.12] Expressin' a thought, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n[03:15.34] Yeah, that shit was funky\n[03:17.50] Last but not least is the muthafuckin'\n[03:19.78] D.O.C., this is yo' album, so that\n[03:21.87] Means you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n[03:24.02] Swingin', singin', a brand new rap\n[03:26.13] On a rhythm, concocted by my homie in the back and\n[03:28.32] If it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\n[03:30.51] But to me it's kinda cool, (tell 'em why), I'm makin' money\n[03:32.69] Trippin' up the man wit' the swift hand movement\n[03:34.81] Provin' if you're groovin', then it's cool when he be doin' it\n[03:36.93] Takin' a second for me to blow ya mind\n[03:39.17] 'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit' rock\n[03:41.25] But I was smart, the D-O to the C knowin' the formula\n[03:43.52] It's rough, I mean it's funky enough for me\n[03:45.62] And you can have a listen, nothin' after this and\n[03:47.88] D-O-N-T M-O-V-E yo, wit'out permission\n[03:50.09] From the D-O to the C, I'm just better than\n[03:52.20] The normal man, and I'll be damned if a sucker can\n[03:54.43] Ever compete, wit' the elite\n[03:56.66] Much less beat, it's like dancin' wit' 2 left feet\n[03:58.86] Never smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\n[04:00.99] Or I'mma send ya ass right to the temple of doom\n[04:03.02] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[04:05.28] Now I'm wit' NWA, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n[04:07.48] Yeah, yeah, that shit was stupid def\n[04:09.66] But right about now we gotta send a shout out\n[04:11.73] To everybody that helped put this muthafuckin' project together\n[04:13.93] That's word, word 'em up\n[04:15.44] Peace is dedicated to the homeboy Eazy-E\n[04:17.97] Ice Cube\n[04:18.85] M.C. Ren\n[04:19.80] D.J. Yella\n[04:20.79] And these all the homies from the gang NWA ya know what I'm sayin'?\n[04:23.83] L.A. Dre\n[04:24.76] Stan \"The Guitar Man\"\n[04:25.90] Donovan\n[04:26.87] Michel'le\n[04:28.09] D.J. Speed\n[04:28.91] My homeboys Yomo & Maulkie\n[04:30.67] The super-dope manager Jerry Heller\n[04:32.70] And of course the rest of the Ruthless and Comptown posse\n[04:35.56] Word 'em up!\n[04:36.74] Shut the fuck up! Aaaahhh!\n[04:38.55] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Grand Finalé\n  artist: The D.O.C.\n  album: The N.W.A Legacy 2\n  duration_ms: 280000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\n  start_ms: 90\n  end_ms: 2600\n- text: This is Dr. Dre in full effect\n  start_ms: 2600\n  end_ms: 4530\n- text: And we gonna kick it off a little somethin' like this\n  start_ms: 4530\n  end_ms: 6900\n- text: We got my mella Yella Boy on the drums\n  start_ms: 6900\n  end_ms: 8760\n- text: We got Stan \"The Guitar Man\" droppin' the rhythm\n  start_ms: 8760\n  end_ms: 11690\n- text: We got L.A. 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Maybe 'cause I'm Ren\n  start_ms: 130480\n  end_ms: 132560\n- text: And when they clean up the shit, yo, they do it again\n  start_ms: 132560\n  end_ms: 134620\n- text: So fuck it, sit back cool and relax\n  start_ms: 134620\n  end_ms: 136810\n- text: While Eazy, busses the facts, kickin' The Grand Finale\n  start_ms: 136810\n  end_ms: 138960\n- text: Yeah, y'all know what time it is, Eazy\n  start_ms: 138960\n  end_ms: 141140\n- text: Muthafuckin' E is in the house doin' damage\n  start_ms: 141140\n  end_ms: 143390\n- text: They made it easy for me to come off like the enforcer\n  start_ms: 143390\n  end_ms: 145550\n- text: Mass murderin' muthafuckas in the course of\n  start_ms: 145550\n  end_ms: 147790\n- text: An everyday, situation where I would stalk by\n  start_ms: 147790\n  end_ms: 149820\n- text: Fuck a car, I do a muthafuckin' walk-by\n  start_ms: 149820\n  end_ms: 151990\n- text: Eazy-E an', the D-O to the C an'\n  start_ms: 151990\n  end_ms: 154130\n- text: Run house, and yo there be no disagreein'\n  start_ms: 154130\n  end_ms: 156480\n- text: '''Cause if there is some, you feelin'' staticky'\n  start_ms: 156480\n  end_ms: 158650\n- text: Then I'm arrested, (for what), assault and battery\n  start_ms: 158650\n  end_ms: 160630\n- text: Never outdone, only outdoin'\n  start_ms: 160630\n  end_ms: 162980\n- text: Lovin' the bitches and leave the hoes boo-hooin'\n  start_ms: 162980\n  end_ms: 165070\n- text: Why? 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Ren\n  start_ms: 258850\n  end_ms: 259800\n- text: D.J. Yella\n  start_ms: 259800\n  end_ms: 260790\n- text: And these all the homies from the gang NWA ya know what I'm sayin'?\n  start_ms: 260790\n  end_ms: 263830\n- text: L.A. Dre\n  start_ms: 263830\n  end_ms: 264760\n- text: Stan \"The Guitar Man\"\n  start_ms: 264760\n  end_ms: 265900\n- text: Donovan\n  start_ms: 265900\n  end_ms: 266870\n- text: Michel'le\n  start_ms: 266870\n  end_ms: 268090\n- text: D.J. Speed\n  start_ms: 268090\n  end_ms: 268910\n- text: My homeboys Yomo & Maulkie\n  start_ms: 268910\n  end_ms: 270670\n- text: The super-dope manager Jerry Heller\n  start_ms: 270670\n  end_ms: 272700\n- text: And of course the rest of the Ruthless and Comptown posse\n  start_ms: 272700\n  end_ms: 275560\n- text: Word 'em up!\n  start_ms: 275560\n  end_ms: 276740\n- text: Shut the fuck up! Aaaahhh!\n  start_ms: 276740\n  end_ms: 278550\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 278550\nplain: |-\n  Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\n  This is Dr. Dre in full effect\n  And we gonna kick it off a little somethin' like this\n  We got my mella Yella Boy on the drums\n  We got Stan \"The Guitar Man\" droppin' the rhythm\n  We got L.A. Dre on the keyboards\n  And I want the whole posse in this muthafucka\n  To rock on this funky ass beat we fittin' to drop, aight\n  So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthafucka, run it\n\n  Picture a nigga that's raw\n  Amplify his ass, and what you see is what's saw\n  Muthafuckas I slaughter, blow 'em out the water\n  Word to me, fuck the father\n  My medley is deadly, as a pin in a hand grenade\n  5 seconds before you get played\n  You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\n  Ever see a sucker scattered? It'd make ya throw up\n  Then I take advantage, you can't manage\n  To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\n  Hit up Ice Cube, tear shit up\n  Like a dude you can bet on, collide like a head-on\n  Collision, stutter steppin' is an incision\n  Of a nigga saying exactly what I vision\n  Because I'm gone, you think I left you all\n  But I stay in ya ass, like cholestreol\n  When I blast, I'm solid as Alcatraz\n  And if you escape, you better swim fast\n  'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\n  And the capital punishment's the penalty\n  Sit in the electric chair, grab a hold\n  Pull the switch, ya body twitch, ya eyes explode\n  Out your skull, 'cause being dull on a flow\n  Is a N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\n  Off, and show off, to throw off, the law\n  Turn, take 10 spaces, then draw\n  What's left is a muthafucka dead in the alley\n  Ice Cube is the shit on The Grand Finale\n\n  Yeah, yeah that was funky but now we need the\n  Muthafuckin' ruthless villian to speak, so kick it\n\n  The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\n  So let weak muthafuckas turn to dust\n  If you're weak, it ain't your fault, just take a\n  Kick in the ass, and get turn into a pillar of salt\n  And niggas that bite me just to taste me\n  I make the punk muthafuckas buckle up for safety\n  And those that don't, they caught from the flash\n  And scream like a bitch, when he's caught in a whiplash\n  Givin' him pain 'cause I'm urgin'\n  Rearrange their muthafuckin' face like a surgeon\n  It ain't no excuse for the torture deliverin'\n  Don't say ya not scared, yo I can tell 'cause your shiverin'\n  Lyrics labeled wit' an X and not a G\n  I said fuck the police, yo, so now they're after me\n  I'm wanted by the law so I stay low\n  Representin' the pimp, while bitches make me my dough\n  In a different stage, I must've went on a rampage\n  Me and the D.O.C. are always hittin' the front page\n  For what, for stealin' and steppin' up to the shelf\n  And when I enter the party, niggas shit on their self\n  And for what? Maybe 'cause I'm Ren\n  And when they clean up the shit, yo, they do it again\n  So fuck it, sit back cool and relax\n  While Eazy, busses the facts, kickin' The Grand Finale\n\n  Yeah, y'all know what time it is, Eazy\n  Muthafuckin' E is in the house doin' damage\n\n  They made it easy for me to come off like the enforcer\n  Mass murderin' muthafuckas in the course of\n  An everyday, situation where I would stalk by\n  Fuck a car, I do a muthafuckin' walk-by\n  Eazy-E an', the D-O to the C an'\n  Run house, and yo there be no disagreein'\n  'Cause if there is some, you feelin' staticky\n  Then I'm arrested, (for what), assault and battery\n  Never outdone, only outdoin'\n  Lovin' the bitches and leave the hoes boo-hooin'\n  Why? 'Cause they're addicted, to what my dick did\n  The pleasure and pain, the wing-ding inflicted\n  (Yeah) they'll never forget what's done in bed\n  By Eazy, the name of a Compton hard-head\n  Cool, but loco like loc, never broke\n  'Cause it pays to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\n  I don't give a fuck about fame\n  I rather deal with a number than a muthafuckin' name (word)\n  Get me paid and then rap\n  'Cause all that other bullshit wit'out money ain't jack\n  Eazy, but not that easy to deal with\n  Especially if you're poppin' bullshit\n  The E-A-Z-Y and to the E\n  Expressin' a thought, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n\n  Yeah, that shit was funky\n  Last but not least is the muthafuckin'\n  D.O.C., this is yo' album, so that\n  Means you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n\n  Swingin', singin', a brand new rap\n  On a rhythm, concocted by my homie in the back and\n  If it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\n  But to me it's kinda cool, (tell 'em why), I'm makin' money\n  Trippin' up the man wit' the swift hand movement\n  Provin' if you're groovin', then it's cool when he be doin' it\n  Takin' a second for me to blow ya mind\n  'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit' rock\n  But I was smart, the D-O to the C knowin' the formula\n  It's rough, I mean it's funky enough for me\n  And you can have a listen, nothin' after this and\n  D-O-N-T M-O-V-E yo, wit'out permission\n  From the D-O to the C, I'm just better than\n  The normal man, and I'll be damned if a sucker can\n  Ever compete, wit' the elite\n  Much less beat, it's like dancin' wit' 2 left feet\n  Never smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\n  Or I'mma send ya ass right to the temple of doom\n  I got raw when I came to Cali\n  Now I'm wit' NWA, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n\n  Yeah, yeah, that shit was stupid def\n  But right about now we gotta send a shout out\n  To everybody that helped put this muthafuckin' project together\n  That's word, word 'em up\n  Peace is dedicated to the homeboy Eazy-E\n  Ice Cube\n  M.C. Ren\n  D.J. Yella\n  And these all the homies from the gang NWA ya know what I'm sayin'?\n\n  L.A. Dre\n  Stan \"The Guitar Man\"\n  Donovan\n  Michel'le\n  D.J. Speed\n  My homeboys Yomo & Maulkie\n  The super-dope manager Jerry Heller\n  And of course the rest of the Ruthless and Comptown posse\n  Word 'em up!\n  Shut the fuck up! Aaaahhh!\n"},{"id":16994664,"name":"19 - The Grand Finale","trackName":"19 - The Grand Finale","artistName":"The D.O.C.","albumName":"The N.W.A Legacy 2","duration":278.029375,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\nThis is Dr. Dre in full effect\nAnd we gonna kick it off a little somethin' like this\nWe got my mella Yella Boy on the drums\nWe got Stan \"The Guitar Man\" droppin' the rhythm\nWe got L.A. Dre on the keyboards\nAnd I want the whole posse in this muthafucka\nTo rock on this funky ass beat we fittin' to drop, aight\nSo Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthafucka, run it\n\nPicture a nigga that's raw\nAmplify his ass, and what you see is what's saw\nMuthafuckas I slaughter, blow 'em out the water\nWord to me, fuck the father\nMy medley is deadly, as a pin in a hand grenade\n5 seconds before you get played\nYou can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\nEver see a sucker scattered? It'd make ya throw up\nThen I take advantage, you can't manage\nTo get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\nHit up Ice Cube, tear shit up\nLike a dude you can bet on, collide like a head-on\nCollision, stutter steppin' is an incision\nOf a nigga saying exactly what I vision\nBecause I'm gone, you think I left you all\nBut I stay in ya ass, like cholestreol\nWhen I blast, I'm solid as Alcatraz\nAnd if you escape, you better swim fast\n'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\nAnd the capital punishment's the penalty\nSit in the electric chair, grab a hold\nPull the switch, ya body twitch, ya eyes explode\nOut your skull, 'cause being dull on a flow\nIs a N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\nOff, and show off, to throw off, the law\nTurn, take 10 spaces, then draw\nWhat's left is a muthafucka dead in the alley\nIce Cube is the shit on The Grand Finale\n\nYeah, yeah that was funky but now we need the\nMuthafuckin' ruthless villian to speak, so kick it\n\nThe grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\nSo let weak muthafuckas turn to dust\nIf you're weak, it ain't your fault, just take a\nKick in the ass, and get turn into a pillar of salt\nAnd niggas that bite me just to taste me\nI make the punk muthafuckas buckle up for safety\nAnd those that don't, they caught from the flash\nAnd scream like a bitch, when he's caught in a whiplash\nGivin' him pain 'cause I'm urgin'\nRearrange their muthafuckin' face like a surgeon\nIt ain't no excuse for the torture deliverin'\nDon't say ya not scared, yo I can tell 'cause your shiverin'\nLyrics labeled wit' an X and not a G\nI said fuck the police, yo, so now they're after me\nI'm wanted by the law so I stay low\nRepresentin' the pimp, while bitches make me my dough\nIn a different stage, I must've went on a rampage\nMe and the D.O.C. are always hittin' the front page\nFor what, for stealin' and steppin' up to the shelf\nAnd when I enter the party, niggas shit on their self\nAnd for what? Maybe 'cause I'm Ren\nAnd when they clean up the shit, yo, they do it again\nSo fuck it, sit back cool and relax\nWhile Eazy, busses the facts, kickin' The Grand Finale\n\nYeah, y'all know what time it is, Eazy\nMuthafuckin' E is in the house doin' damage\n\nThey made it easy for me to come off like the enforcer\nMass murderin' muthafuckas in the course of\nAn everyday, situation where I would stalk by\nFuck a car, I do a muthafuckin' walk-by\nEazy-E an', the D-O to the C an'\nRun house, and yo there be no disagreein'\n'Cause if there is some, you feelin' staticky\nThen I'm arrested, (for what), assault and battery\nNever outdone, only outdoin'\nLovin' the bitches and leave the hoes boo-hooin'\nWhy? 'Cause they're addicted, to what my dick did\nThe pleasure and pain, the wing-ding inflicted\n(Yeah) they'll never forget what's done in bed\nBy Eazy, the name of a Compton hard-head\nCool, but loco like loc, never broke\n'Cause it pays to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\nI don't give a fuck about fame\nI rather deal with a number than a muthafuckin' name (word)\nGet me paid and then rap\n'Cause all that other bullshit wit'out money ain't jack\nEazy, but not that easy to deal with\nEspecially if you're poppin' bullshit\nThe E-A-Z-Y and to the E\nExpressin' a thought, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n\nYeah, that shit was funky\nLast but not least is the muthafuckin'\nD.O.C., this is yo' album, so that\nMeans you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n\nSwingin', singin', a brand new rap\nOn a rhythm, concocted by my homie in the back and\nIf it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\nBut to me it's kinda cool, (tell 'em why), I'm makin' money\nTrippin' up the man wit' the swift hand movement\nProvin' if you're groovin', then it's cool when he be doin' it\nTakin' a second for me to blow ya mind\n'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit' rock\nBut I was smart, the D-O to the C knowin' the formula\nIt's rough, I mean it's funky enough for me\nAnd you can have a listen, nothin' after this and\nD-O-N-T M-O-V-E yo, wit'out permission\nFrom the D-O to the C, I'm just better than\nThe normal man, and I'll be damned if a sucker can\nEver compete, wit' the elite\nMuch less beat, it's like dancin' wit' 2 left feet\nNever smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\nOr I'mma send ya ass right to the temple of doom\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nNow I'm wit' NWA, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n\nYeah, yeah, that shit was stupid def\nBut right about now we gotta send a shout out\nTo everybody that helped put this muthafuckin' project together\nThat's word, word 'em up\nPeace is dedicated to the homeboy Eazy-E\nIce Cube\nM.C. Ren\nD.J. Yella\nAnd these all the homies from the gang NWA ya know what I'm sayin'?\n\nL.A. Dre\nStan \"The Guitar Man\"\nDonovan\nMichel'le\nD.J. Speed\nMy homeboys Yomo & Maulkie\nThe super-dope manager Jerry Heller\nAnd of course the rest of the Ruthless and Comptown posse\nWord 'em up!\nShut the fuck up! Aaaahhh!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 19 - The Grand Finale\n  artist: The D.O.C.\n  album: The N.W.A Legacy 2\n  duration_ms: 278029\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\n  This is Dr. Dre in full effect\n  And we gonna kick it off a little somethin' like this\n  We got my mella Yella Boy on the drums\n  We got Stan \"The Guitar Man\" droppin' the rhythm\n  We got L.A. Dre on the keyboards\n  And I want the whole posse in this muthafucka\n  To rock on this funky ass beat we fittin' to drop, aight\n  So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthafucka, run it\n\n  Picture a nigga that's raw\n  Amplify his ass, and what you see is what's saw\n  Muthafuckas I slaughter, blow 'em out the water\n  Word to me, fuck the father\n  My medley is deadly, as a pin in a hand grenade\n  5 seconds before you get played\n  You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\n  Ever see a sucker scattered? It'd make ya throw up\n  Then I take advantage, you can't manage\n  To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\n  Hit up Ice Cube, tear shit up\n  Like a dude you can bet on, collide like a head-on\n  Collision, stutter steppin' is an incision\n  Of a nigga saying exactly what I vision\n  Because I'm gone, you think I left you all\n  But I stay in ya ass, like cholestreol\n  When I blast, I'm solid as Alcatraz\n  And if you escape, you better swim fast\n  'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\n  And the capital punishment's the penalty\n  Sit in the electric chair, grab a hold\n  Pull the switch, ya body twitch, ya eyes explode\n  Out your skull, 'cause being dull on a flow\n  Is a N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\n  Off, and show off, to throw off, the law\n  Turn, take 10 spaces, then draw\n  What's left is a muthafucka dead in the alley\n  Ice Cube is the shit on The Grand Finale\n\n  Yeah, yeah that was funky but now we need the\n  Muthafuckin' ruthless villian to speak, so kick it\n\n  The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\n  So let weak muthafuckas turn to dust\n  If you're weak, it ain't your fault, just take a\n  Kick in the ass, and get turn into a pillar of salt\n  And niggas that bite me just to taste me\n  I make the punk muthafuckas buckle up for safety\n  And those that don't, they caught from the flash\n  And scream like a bitch, when he's caught in a whiplash\n  Givin' him pain 'cause I'm urgin'\n  Rearrange their muthafuckin' face like a surgeon\n  It ain't no excuse for the torture deliverin'\n  Don't say ya not scared, yo I can tell 'cause your shiverin'\n  Lyrics labeled wit' an X and not a G\n  I said fuck the police, yo, so now they're after me\n  I'm wanted by the law so I stay low\n  Representin' the pimp, while bitches make me my dough\n  In a different stage, I must've went on a rampage\n  Me and the D.O.C. are always hittin' the front page\n  For what, for stealin' and steppin' up to the shelf\n  And when I enter the party, niggas shit on their self\n  And for what? Maybe 'cause I'm Ren\n  And when they clean up the shit, yo, they do it again\n  So fuck it, sit back cool and relax\n  While Eazy, busses the facts, kickin' The Grand Finale\n\n  Yeah, y'all know what time it is, Eazy\n  Muthafuckin' E is in the house doin' damage\n\n  They made it easy for me to come off like the enforcer\n  Mass murderin' muthafuckas in the course of\n  An everyday, situation where I would stalk by\n  Fuck a car, I do a muthafuckin' walk-by\n  Eazy-E an', the D-O to the C an'\n  Run house, and yo there be no disagreein'\n  'Cause if there is some, you feelin' staticky\n  Then I'm arrested, (for what), assault and battery\n  Never outdone, only outdoin'\n  Lovin' the bitches and leave the hoes boo-hooin'\n  Why? 'Cause they're addicted, to what my dick did\n  The pleasure and pain, the wing-ding inflicted\n  (Yeah) they'll never forget what's done in bed\n  By Eazy, the name of a Compton hard-head\n  Cool, but loco like loc, never broke\n  'Cause it pays to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\n  I don't give a fuck about fame\n  I rather deal with a number than a muthafuckin' name (word)\n  Get me paid and then rap\n  'Cause all that other bullshit wit'out money ain't jack\n  Eazy, but not that easy to deal with\n  Especially if you're poppin' bullshit\n  The E-A-Z-Y and to the E\n  Expressin' a thought, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n\n  Yeah, that shit was funky\n  Last but not least is the muthafuckin'\n  D.O.C., this is yo' album, so that\n  Means you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n\n  Swingin', singin', a brand new rap\n  On a rhythm, concocted by my homie in the back and\n  If it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\n  But to me it's kinda cool, (tell 'em why), I'm makin' money\n  Trippin' up the man wit' the swift hand movement\n  Provin' if you're groovin', then it's cool when he be doin' it\n  Takin' a second for me to blow ya mind\n  'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit' rock\n  But I was smart, the D-O to the C knowin' the formula\n  It's rough, I mean it's funky enough for me\n  And you can have a listen, nothin' after this and\n  D-O-N-T M-O-V-E yo, wit'out permission\n  From the D-O to the C, I'm just better than\n  The normal man, and I'll be damned if a sucker can\n  Ever compete, wit' the elite\n  Much less beat, it's like dancin' wit' 2 left feet\n  Never smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\n  Or I'mma send ya ass right to the temple of doom\n  I got raw when I came to Cali\n  Now I'm wit' NWA, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n\n  Yeah, yeah, that shit was stupid def\n  But right about now we gotta send a shout out\n  To everybody that helped put this muthafuckin' project together\n  That's word, word 'em up\n  Peace is dedicated to the homeboy Eazy-E\n  Ice Cube\n  M.C. Ren\n  D.J. Yella\n  And these all the homies from the gang NWA ya know what I'm sayin'?\n\n  L.A. Dre\n  Stan \"The Guitar Man\"\n  Donovan\n  Michel'le\n  D.J. Speed\n  My homeboys Yomo & Maulkie\n  The super-dope manager Jerry Heller\n  And of course the rest of the Ruthless and Comptown posse\n  Word 'em up!\n  Shut the fuck up! Aaaahhh!\n"},{"id":7689449,"name":"The Grand Finale","trackName":"The Grand Finale","artistName":"The D.O.C.","albumName":"Concrete Roots","duration":280.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\nThis is Dr. Dre in full effect\nAnd we gonna kick it off a little somethin' like this\nWe got my mella Yella Boy on the drums\nWe got Stan \"The Guitar Man\" droppin' the rhythm\nWe got L.A. Dre on the keyboards\nAnd I want the whole posse in this muthafucka\nTo rock on this funky ass beat we fittin' to drop, aight\nSo Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthafucka, run it\n\nPicture a nigga that's raw\nAmplify his ass, and what you see is what's saw\nMuthafuckas I slaughter, blow 'em out the water\nWord to me, fuck the father\nMy medley is deadly, as a pin in a hand grenade\n5 seconds before you get played\nYou can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\nEver see a sucker scattered? It'd make ya throw up\nThen I take advantage, you can't manage\nTo get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\nHit up Ice Cube, tear shit up\nLike a dude you can bet on, collide like a head-on\nCollision, stutter steppin' is an incision\nOf a nigga saying exactly what I vision\nBecause I'm gone, you think I left you all\nBut I stay in ya ass, like cholestreol\nWhen I blast, I'm solid as Alcatraz\nAnd if you escape, you better swim fast\n'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\nAnd the capital punishment's the penalty\nSit in the electric chair, grab a hold\nPull the switch, ya body twitch, ya eyes explode\nOut your skull, 'cause being dull on a flow\nIs a N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\nOff, and show off, to throw off, the law\nTurn, take 10 spaces, then draw\nWhat's left is a muthafucka dead in the alley\nIce Cube is the shit on The Grand Finale\n\nYeah, yeah that was funky but now we need the\nMuthafuckin' ruthless villian to speak, so kick it\n\nThe grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\nSo let weak muthafuckas turn to dust\nIf you're weak, it ain't your fault, just take a\nKick in the ass, and get turn into a pillar of salt\nAnd niggas that bite me just to taste me\nI make the punk muthafuckas buckle up for safety\nAnd those that don't, they caught from the flash\nAnd scream like a bitch, when he's caught in a whiplash\nGivin' him pain 'cause I'm urgin'\nRearrange their muthafuckin' face like a surgeon\nIt ain't no excuse for the torture deliverin'\nDon't say ya not scared, yo I can tell 'cause your shiverin'\nLyrics labeled wit' an X and not a G\nI said fuck the police, yo, so now they're after me\nI'm wanted by the law so I stay low\nRepresentin' the pimp, while bitches make me my dough\nIn a different stage, I must've went on a rampage\nMe and the D.O.C. are always hittin' the front page\nFor what, for stealin' and steppin' up to the shelf\nAnd when I enter the party, niggas shit on their self\nAnd for what? Maybe 'cause I'm Ren\nAnd when they clean up the shit, yo, they do it again\nSo fuck it, sit back cool and relax\nWhile Eazy, busses the facts, kickin' The Grand Finale\n\nYeah, y'all know what time it is, Eazy\nMuthafuckin' E is in the house doin' damage\n\nThey made it easy for me to come off like the enforcer\nMass murderin' muthafuckas in the course of\nAn everyday, situation where I would stalk by\nFuck a car, I do a muthafuckin' walk-by\nEazy-E an', the D-O to the C an'\nRun house, and yo there be no disagreein'\n'Cause if there is some, you feelin' staticky\nThen I'm arrested, (for what), assault and battery\nNever outdone, only outdoin'\nLovin' the bitches and leave the hoes boo-hooin'\nWhy? 'Cause they're addicted, to what my dick did\nThe pleasure and pain, the wing-ding inflicted\n(Yeah) they'll never forget what's done in bed\nBy Eazy, the name of a Compton hard-head\nCool, but loco like loc, never broke\n'Cause it pays to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\nI don't give a fuck about fame\nI rather deal with a number than a muthafuckin' name (word)\nGet me paid and then rap\n'Cause all that other bullshit wit'out money ain't jack\nEazy, but not that easy to deal with\nEspecially if you're poppin' bullshit\nThe E-A-Z-Y and to the E\nExpressin' a thought, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n\nYeah, that shit was funky\nLast but not least is the muthafuckin'\nD.O.C., this is yo' album, so that\nMeans you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n\nSwingin', singin', a brand new rap\nOn a rhythm, concocted by my homie in the back and\nIf it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\nBut to me it's kinda cool, (tell 'em why), I'm makin' money\nTrippin' up the man wit' the swift hand movement\nProvin' if you're groovin', then it's cool when he be doin' it\nTakin' a second for me to blow ya mind\n'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit' rock\nBut I was smart, the D-O to the C knowin' the formula\nIt's rough, I mean it's funky enough for me\nAnd you can have a listen, nothin' after this and\nD-O-N-T M-O-V-E yo, wit'out permission\nFrom the D-O to the C, I'm just better than\nThe normal man, and I'll be damned if a sucker can\nEver compete, wit' the elite\nMuch less beat, it's like dancin' wit' 2 left feet\nNever smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\nOr I'mma send ya ass right to the temple of doom\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nNow I'm wit' NWA, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n\nYeah, yeah, that shit was stupid def\nBut right about now we gotta send a shout out\nTo everybody that helped put this muthafuckin' project together\nThat's word, word 'em up\nPeace is dedicated to the homeboy Eazy-E\nIce Cube\nM.C. Ren\nD.J. Yella\nAnd these all the homies from the gang NWA ya know what I'm sayin'?\n\nL.A. Dre\nStan \"The Guitar Man\"\nDonovan\nMichel'le\nD.J. Speed\nMy homeboys Yomo & Maulkie\nThe super-dope manager Jerry Heller\nAnd of course the rest of the Ruthless and Comptown posse\nWord 'em up!\nShut the fuck up! Aaaahhh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.09] Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\n[00:02.60] This is Dr. Dre in full effect\n[00:04.53] And we gonna kick it off a little somethin' like this\n[00:06.90] We got my mella Yella Boy on the drums\n[00:08.76] We got Stan \"The Guitar Man\" droppin' the rhythm\n[00:11.69] We got L.A. Dre on the keyboards\n[00:13.57] And I want the whole posse in this muthafucka\n[00:15.79] To rock on this funky ass beat we fittin' to drop, aight\n[00:18.55] So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthafucka, run it\n[00:22.40] Picture a nigga that's raw\n[00:24.21] Amplify his ass, and what you see is what's saw\n[00:26.49] Muthafuckas I slaughter, blow 'em out the water\n[00:28.61] Word to me, fuck the father\n[00:30.72] My medley is deadly, as a pin in a hand grenade\n[00:33.00] 5 seconds before you get played\n[00:35.23] You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\n[00:37.55] Ever see a sucker scattered? It'd make ya throw up\n[00:39.60] Then I take advantage, you can't manage\n[00:41.52] To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\n[00:43.72] Hit up Ice Cube, tear shit up\n[00:45.95] Like a dude you can bet on, collide like a head-on\n[00:48.22] Collision, stutter steppin' is an incision\n[00:50.56] Of a nigga saying exactly what I vision\n[00:52.50] Because I'm gone, you think I left you all\n[00:54.69] But I stay in ya ass, like cholestreol\n[00:56.85] When I blast, I'm solid as Alcatraz\n[00:59.08] And if you escape, you better swim fast\n[01:01.29] 'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\n[01:03.45] And the capital punishment's the penalty\n[01:05.64] Sit in the electric chair, grab a hold\n[01:07.64] Pull the switch, ya body twitch, ya eyes explode\n[01:09.84] Out your skull, 'cause being dull on a flow\n[01:12.04] Is a N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\n[01:14.28] Off, and show off, to throw off, the law\n[01:16.35] Turn, take 10 spaces, then draw\n[01:18.61] What's left is a muthafucka dead in the alley\n[01:20.87] Ice Cube is the shit on The Grand Finale\n[01:22.72] Yeah, yeah that was funky but now we need the\n[01:24.92] Muthafuckin' ruthless villian to speak, so kick it\n[01:27.24] The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\n[01:29.06] So let weak muthafuckas turn to dust\n[01:31.27] If you're weak, it ain't your fault, just take a\n[01:33.79] Kick in the ass, and get turn into a pillar of salt\n[01:35.88] And niggas that bite me just to taste me\n[01:37.62] I make the punk muthafuckas buckle up for safety\n[01:40.02] And those that don't, they caught from the flash\n[01:42.28] And scream like a bitch, when he's caught in a whiplash\n[01:44.58] Givin' him pain 'cause I'm urgin'\n[01:46.60] Rearrange their muthafuckin' face like a surgeon\n[01:48.70] It ain't no excuse for the torture deliverin'\n[01:50.96] Don't say ya not scared, yo I can tell 'cause your shiverin'\n[01:53.03] Lyrics labeled wit' an X and not a G\n[01:55.26] I said fuck the police, yo, so now they're after me\n[01:57.42] I'm wanted by the law so I stay low\n[01:59.55] Representin' the pimp, while bitches make me my dough\n[02:01.65] In a different stage, I must've went on a rampage\n[02:03.98] Me and the D.O.C. are always hittin' the front page\n[02:06.07] For what, for stealin' and steppin' up to the shelf\n[02:08.26] And when I enter the party, niggas shit on their self\n[02:10.48] And for what? Maybe 'cause I'm Ren\n[02:12.56] And when they clean up the shit, yo, they do it again\n[02:14.62] So fuck it, sit back cool and relax\n[02:16.81] While Eazy, busses the facts, kickin' The Grand Finale\n[02:18.96] Yeah, y'all know what time it is, Eazy\n[02:21.14] Muthafuckin' E is in the house doin' damage\n[02:23.39] They made it easy for me to come off like the enforcer\n[02:25.55] Mass murderin' muthafuckas in the course of\n[02:27.79] An everyday, situation where I would stalk by\n[02:29.82] Fuck a car, I do a muthafuckin' walk-by\n[02:31.99] Eazy-E an', the D-O to the C an'\n[02:34.13] Run house, and yo there be no disagreein'\n[02:36.48] 'Cause if there is some, you feelin' staticky\n[02:38.65] Then I'm arrested, (for what), assault and battery\n[02:40.63] Never outdone, only outdoin'\n[02:42.98] Lovin' the bitches and leave the hoes boo-hooin'\n[02:45.07] Why? 'Cause they're addicted, to what my dick did\n[02:47.15] The pleasure and pain, the wing-ding inflicted\n[02:49.36] (Yeah) they'll never forget what's done in bed\n[02:51.56] By Eazy, the name of a Compton hard-head\n[02:53.75] Cool, but loco like loc, never broke\n[02:55.86] 'Cause it pays to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\n[02:58.02] I don't give a fuck about fame\n[03:00.29] I rather deal with a number than a muthafuckin' name (word)\n[03:02.33] Get me paid and then rap\n[03:04.55] 'Cause all that other bullshit wit'out money ain't jack\n[03:06.64] Eazy, but not that easy to deal with\n[03:08.88] Especially if you're poppin' bullshit\n[03:11.03] The E-A-Z-Y and to the E\n[03:13.12] Expressin' a thought, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n[03:15.34] Yeah, that shit was funky\n[03:17.50] Last but not least is the muthafuckin'\n[03:19.78] D.O.C., this is yo' album, so that\n[03:21.87] Means you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n[03:24.02] Swingin', singin', a brand new rap\n[03:26.13] On a rhythm, concocted by my homie in the back and\n[03:28.32] If it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\n[03:30.51] But to me it's kinda cool, (tell 'em why), I'm makin' money\n[03:32.69] Trippin' up the man wit' the swift hand movement\n[03:34.81] Provin' if you're groovin', then it's cool when he be doin' it\n[03:36.93] Takin' a second for me to blow ya mind\n[03:39.17] 'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit' rock\n[03:41.25] But I was smart, the D-O to the C knowin' the formula\n[03:43.52] It's rough, I mean it's funky enough for me\n[03:45.62] And you can have a listen, nothin' after this and\n[03:47.88] D-O-N-T M-O-V-E yo, wit'out permission\n[03:50.09] From the D-O to the C, I'm just better than\n[03:52.20] The normal man, and I'll be damned if a sucker can\n[03:54.43] Ever compete, wit' the elite\n[03:56.66] Much less beat, it's like dancin' wit' 2 left feet\n[03:58.86] Never smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\n[04:00.99] Or I'mma send ya ass right to the temple of doom\n[04:03.02] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[04:05.28] Now I'm wit' NWA, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n[04:07.48] Yeah, yeah, that shit was stupid def\n[04:09.66] But right about now we gotta send a shout out\n[04:11.73] To everybody that helped put this muthafuckin' project together\n[04:13.93] That's word, word 'em up\n[04:15.44] Peace is dedicated to the homeboy Eazy-E\n[04:17.97] Ice Cube\n[04:18.85] M.C. Ren\n[04:19.80] D.J. Yella\n[04:20.79] And these all the homies from the gang NWA ya know what I'm sayin'?\n[04:23.83] L.A. Dre\n[04:24.76] Stan \"The Guitar Man\"\n[04:25.90] Donovan\n[04:26.87] Michel'le\n[04:28.09] D.J. Speed\n[04:28.91] My homeboys Yomo & Maulkie\n[04:30.67] The super-dope manager Jerry Heller\n[04:32.70] And of course the rest of the Ruthless and Comptown posse\n[04:35.56] Word 'em up!\n[04:36.74] Shut the fuck up! 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Ren\n  start_ms: 258850\n  end_ms: 259800\n- text: D.J. Yella\n  start_ms: 259800\n  end_ms: 260790\n- text: And these all the homies from the gang NWA ya know what I'm sayin'?\n  start_ms: 260790\n  end_ms: 263830\n- text: L.A. Dre\n  start_ms: 263830\n  end_ms: 264760\n- text: Stan \"The Guitar Man\"\n  start_ms: 264760\n  end_ms: 265900\n- text: Donovan\n  start_ms: 265900\n  end_ms: 266870\n- text: Michel'le\n  start_ms: 266870\n  end_ms: 268090\n- text: D.J. Speed\n  start_ms: 268090\n  end_ms: 268910\n- text: My homeboys Yomo & Maulkie\n  start_ms: 268910\n  end_ms: 270670\n- text: The super-dope manager Jerry Heller\n  start_ms: 270670\n  end_ms: 272700\n- text: And of course the rest of the Ruthless and Comptown posse\n  start_ms: 272700\n  end_ms: 275560\n- text: Word 'em up!\n  start_ms: 275560\n  end_ms: 276740\n- text: Shut the fuck up! Aaaahhh!\n  start_ms: 276740\n  end_ms: 278550\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 278550\nplain: |-\n  Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\n  This is Dr. Dre in full effect\n  And we gonna kick it off a little somethin' like this\n  We got my mella Yella Boy on the drums\n  We got Stan \"The Guitar Man\" droppin' the rhythm\n  We got L.A. Dre on the keyboards\n  And I want the whole posse in this muthafucka\n  To rock on this funky ass beat we fittin' to drop, aight\n  So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthafucka, run it\n\n  Picture a nigga that's raw\n  Amplify his ass, and what you see is what's saw\n  Muthafuckas I slaughter, blow 'em out the water\n  Word to me, fuck the father\n  My medley is deadly, as a pin in a hand grenade\n  5 seconds before you get played\n  You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\n  Ever see a sucker scattered? It'd make ya throw up\n  Then I take advantage, you can't manage\n  To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\n  Hit up Ice Cube, tear shit up\n  Like a dude you can bet on, collide like a head-on\n  Collision, stutter steppin' is an incision\n  Of a nigga saying exactly what I vision\n  Because I'm gone, you think I left you all\n  But I stay in ya ass, like cholestreol\n  When I blast, I'm solid as Alcatraz\n  And if you escape, you better swim fast\n  'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\n  And the capital punishment's the penalty\n  Sit in the electric chair, grab a hold\n  Pull the switch, ya body twitch, ya eyes explode\n  Out your skull, 'cause being dull on a flow\n  Is a N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\n  Off, and show off, to throw off, the law\n  Turn, take 10 spaces, then draw\n  What's left is a muthafucka dead in the alley\n  Ice Cube is the shit on The Grand Finale\n\n  Yeah, yeah that was funky but now we need the\n  Muthafuckin' ruthless villian to speak, so kick it\n\n  The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\n  So let weak muthafuckas turn to dust\n  If you're weak, it ain't your fault, just take a\n  Kick in the ass, and get turn into a pillar of salt\n  And niggas that bite me just to taste me\n  I make the punk muthafuckas buckle up for safety\n  And those that don't, they caught from the flash\n  And scream like a bitch, when he's caught in a whiplash\n  Givin' him pain 'cause I'm urgin'\n  Rearrange their muthafuckin' face like a surgeon\n  It ain't no excuse for the torture deliverin'\n  Don't say ya not scared, yo I can tell 'cause your shiverin'\n  Lyrics labeled wit' an X and not a G\n  I said fuck the police, yo, so now they're after me\n  I'm wanted by the law so I stay low\n  Representin' the pimp, while bitches make me my dough\n  In a different stage, I must've went on a rampage\n  Me and the D.O.C. are always hittin' the front page\n  For what, for stealin' and steppin' up to the shelf\n  And when I enter the party, niggas shit on their self\n  And for what? Maybe 'cause I'm Ren\n  And when they clean up the shit, yo, they do it again\n  So fuck it, sit back cool and relax\n  While Eazy, busses the facts, kickin' The Grand Finale\n\n  Yeah, y'all know what time it is, Eazy\n  Muthafuckin' E is in the house doin' damage\n\n  They made it easy for me to come off like the enforcer\n  Mass murderin' muthafuckas in the course of\n  An everyday, situation where I would stalk by\n  Fuck a car, I do a muthafuckin' walk-by\n  Eazy-E an', the D-O to the C an'\n  Run house, and yo there be no disagreein'\n  'Cause if there is some, you feelin' staticky\n  Then I'm arrested, (for what), assault and battery\n  Never outdone, only outdoin'\n  Lovin' the bitches and leave the hoes boo-hooin'\n  Why? 'Cause they're addicted, to what my dick did\n  The pleasure and pain, the wing-ding inflicted\n  (Yeah) they'll never forget what's done in bed\n  By Eazy, the name of a Compton hard-head\n  Cool, but loco like loc, never broke\n  'Cause it pays to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\n  I don't give a fuck about fame\n  I rather deal with a number than a muthafuckin' name (word)\n  Get me paid and then rap\n  'Cause all that other bullshit wit'out money ain't jack\n  Eazy, but not that easy to deal with\n  Especially if you're poppin' bullshit\n  The E-A-Z-Y and to the E\n  Expressin' a thought, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n\n  Yeah, that shit was funky\n  Last but not least is the muthafuckin'\n  D.O.C., this is yo' album, so that\n  Means you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n\n  Swingin', singin', a brand new rap\n  On a rhythm, concocted by my homie in the back and\n  If it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\n  But to me it's kinda cool, (tell 'em why), I'm makin' money\n  Trippin' up the man wit' the swift hand movement\n  Provin' if you're groovin', then it's cool when he be doin' it\n  Takin' a second for me to blow ya mind\n  'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit' rock\n  But I was smart, the D-O to the C knowin' the formula\n  It's rough, I mean it's funky enough for me\n  And you can have a listen, nothin' after this and\n  D-O-N-T M-O-V-E yo, wit'out permission\n  From the D-O to the C, I'm just better than\n  The normal man, and I'll be damned if a sucker can\n  Ever compete, wit' the elite\n  Much less beat, it's like dancin' wit' 2 left feet\n  Never smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\n  Or I'mma send ya ass right to the temple of doom\n  I got raw when I came to Cali\n  Now I'm wit' NWA, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n\n  Yeah, yeah, that shit was stupid def\n  But right about now we gotta send a shout out\n  To everybody that helped put this muthafuckin' project together\n  That's word, word 'em up\n  Peace is dedicated to the homeboy Eazy-E\n  Ice Cube\n  M.C. Ren\n  D.J. Yella\n  And these all the homies from the gang NWA ya know what I'm sayin'?\n\n  L.A. Dre\n  Stan \"The Guitar Man\"\n  Donovan\n  Michel'le\n  D.J. Speed\n  My homeboys Yomo & Maulkie\n  The super-dope manager Jerry Heller\n  And of course the rest of the Ruthless and Comptown posse\n  Word 'em up!\n  Shut the fuck up! Aaaahhh!\n"},{"id":1336718,"name":"The Grand Finale","trackName":"The Grand Finale","artistName":"The D.O.C.","albumName":"No One Can Do It Better","duration":280.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Dr. Dre]\nCheck this out, we've come to the last and final record\nThis is Dr. Dre in full effect and we gonna kick it off a little some this like this\nWe got my mella yella boy on the drums, We got Stan \"the Guitar Man\"\nDropping the rhythm. We got LA Dre on the keyboard and I want the whole\nPosse in this motherfucker to rock on this funky ass beat we're gonna drop\nAlright, So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this motherfucker , run it\n[Ice Cube]\nPicture a nigga that's raw\nAmplify his ass and what you see is what's on\nMotherfuckers I slaughter, blow em out the water\nWord to me, fuck the father\nMy melody is deadly as a pin in a hand grenade\n5 seconds before you get played\nYou can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\nEver see a sucker scatter, it'll make ya throw up\nThen I take advantage, you can't manage\nTo get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\nHit up, Ice Cube tearing shit up\nLike a dude you can bet on\nCollide like a head on\nCollision, stutter stepping is an incision\nOf a nigga saying exactly what I vision\nBecause I'm gone, you think I left you all\nBut I stay in yo' ass like cholesterol\nWhen I blast some solid ass Alcatraz\nAnd if you escape, you better swim fast\n'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\nAnd the capital punishment's the penalty\nSitting in the electric chair, grab a hold\nPull the switch, yo' body twitch, your eye's explode\nOut your skull 'cause being dull on a flow\nIs an N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\nOff and show off to throw off the law\nTurn, take 10 paces then draw\nWhat's left is a motherfucker dead in the alley\nIce Cube is the shit on the grand finale\n[Dr. Dre]\nYea, yea that was funky but we need the motherfucking villian to speak\nSo kick it\n[MC Ren]\nThe grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\nSo let weak motherfuckers turn to dust\nIf you're weak it ain't my fault\nJust take a kick in the ass and get turn into a pillar of salt\nAnd niggas that's biting just to taste me\nI make the punk motherfuckers buckle up for safety\nAnd on the dope they caught from the flash\nAnd swing like a bit when he's caught in a whiplash\nGiving him pain 'cause I'm urgent\nRearrange the motherfucking face like a surgeon\nIt ain't no excuse for the torture delivering\nDon't say that I scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering\nLyrics label wit an X and not a G\nI say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me\nI'm wanted by the law so I stay low\nRepresenting the pimp, bitches making my dough\nIn a different stage, I must of went on a rampage\nMe and the D.O.C. are always hitting the front page\nFor what, for stealing and stepping up to the sheriff\nAnd when I enter the party, niggas shit in a (cell pimp)\nFor what, maybe 'cause I'm Ren\nAnd when they clean up shit, yo, they do it again\nSo fuck it, sit back cool and relax\nWhile Eazy busts the facts kicking the grande finale\n[Dr. Dre]\nYea, y'all know what time it is. Easy motherfucking E is in the house doing\nDamage\n[Eazy E]\nThe name is Eazy for me to come off like the inforcer'\nMass murder motherfuckers in a course of\nAn everyday situation where I would stalk by\nFuck the car, I do a motherfucking walk-by\nEazy-E and the D.O. to the C. and\nRun house and there won't be no disagreeing\n'Cause if there is some, you feeling staticy\nThen I'm arrested (For what) assault and battery\nNever outdone, only outdoing\nLoving the bitches and the hoes boo hooing\nWhy 'cause they're addicted to my dick\nThe pleasure of pain, the wing-ding and flipped it\n(Yea) and never forget when done in bed by\nEazy, the name of a Compton hard head\nCool but local like loc never broke\n'Cause they're paid to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\nI don't give a fuck about fame\nI rather deal wit a number than a motherfucking name (word)\nGet me paid and then rap\n'Cause all the other bullshit money ain't jack\nEazy but not that Eazy to deal wit\nEspecially if you're popping bullshit\nPut the E-A-Z-Y and to the E\nExpression of thought on the motherfucking grand finale\n[Dr. Dre]\nYea, that shit was funky, last but not least is the motherfucking D.O.C.\nThis is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n[The D.O.C.]\nSwinging, singing a brand new rap\nOn a rhythm concocted by my homie in the back and\nIf it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\nBut to me it's kinda cool (Tell 'em why), I'm making money\nTripping up the man wit the (swig tan) movement\nProving if you're grooving then it cool when he be doing it\nTaking a second for me to blow your mind\n'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit rock\nBut I was smart, the D.O. to the C. now on the formula\nIt's rough, I mean it's funky enough for me\nAnd you can have a listen after that and this and\nD-O-N-'T M-O-V-E wit out permission\nFrom the D.O. to the C., I'm just better than\nThe normal man and I'll be dumb if a sucker can\nEver compete wit the elite\nMuch less beat, it's like dancing wit 2 left feet\nNever smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\nOr I'm a send ya ass to the temple of doom\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nNow wit NWA on the motherfucking grand finale\n[Dre]\nShout outs","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Grand Finale\n  artist: The D.O.C.\n  album: No One Can Do It Better\n  duration_ms: 280000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Dr. Dre]\n  Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\n  This is Dr. Dre in full effect and we gonna kick it off a little some this like this\n  We got my mella yella boy on the drums, We got Stan \"the Guitar Man\"\n  Dropping the rhythm. We got LA Dre on the keyboard and I want the whole\n  Posse in this motherfucker to rock on this funky ass beat we're gonna drop\n  Alright, So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this motherfucker , run it\n  [Ice Cube]\n  Picture a nigga that's raw\n  Amplify his ass and what you see is what's on\n  Motherfuckers I slaughter, blow em out the water\n  Word to me, fuck the father\n  My melody is deadly as a pin in a hand grenade\n  5 seconds before you get played\n  You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\n  Ever see a sucker scatter, it'll make ya throw up\n  Then I take advantage, you can't manage\n  To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\n  Hit up, Ice Cube tearing shit up\n  Like a dude you can bet on\n  Collide like a head on\n  Collision, stutter stepping is an incision\n  Of a nigga saying exactly what I vision\n  Because I'm gone, you think I left you all\n  But I stay in yo' ass like cholesterol\n  When I blast some solid ass Alcatraz\n  And if you escape, you better swim fast\n  'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\n  And the capital punishment's the penalty\n  Sitting in the electric chair, grab a hold\n  Pull the switch, yo' body twitch, your eye's explode\n  Out your skull 'cause being dull on a flow\n  Is an N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\n  Off and show off to throw off the law\n  Turn, take 10 paces then draw\n  What's left is a motherfucker dead in the alley\n  Ice Cube is the shit on the grand finale\n  [Dr. Dre]\n  Yea, yea that was funky but we need the motherfucking villian to speak\n  So kick it\n  [MC Ren]\n  The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\n  So let weak motherfuckers turn to dust\n  If you're weak it ain't my fault\n  Just take a kick in the ass and get turn into a pillar of salt\n  And niggas that's biting just to taste me\n  I make the punk motherfuckers buckle up for safety\n  And on the dope they caught from the flash\n  And swing like a bit when he's caught in a whiplash\n  Giving him pain 'cause I'm urgent\n  Rearrange the motherfucking face like a surgeon\n  It ain't no excuse for the torture delivering\n  Don't say that I scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering\n  Lyrics label wit an X and not a G\n  I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me\n  I'm wanted by the law so I stay low\n  Representing the pimp, bitches making my dough\n  In a different stage, I must of went on a rampage\n  Me and the D.O.C. are always hitting the front page\n  For what, for stealing and stepping up to the sheriff\n  And when I enter the party, niggas shit in a (cell pimp)\n  For what, maybe 'cause I'm Ren\n  And when they clean up shit, yo, they do it again\n  So fuck it, sit back cool and relax\n  While Eazy busts the facts kicking the grande finale\n  [Dr. Dre]\n  Yea, y'all know what time it is. Easy motherfucking E is in the house doing\n  Damage\n  [Eazy E]\n  The name is Eazy for me to come off like the inforcer'\n  Mass murder motherfuckers in a course of\n  An everyday situation where I would stalk by\n  Fuck the car, I do a motherfucking walk-by\n  Eazy-E and the D.O. to the C. and\n  Run house and there won't be no disagreeing\n  'Cause if there is some, you feeling staticy\n  Then I'm arrested (For what) assault and battery\n  Never outdone, only outdoing\n  Loving the bitches and the hoes boo hooing\n  Why 'cause they're addicted to my dick\n  The pleasure of pain, the wing-ding and flipped it\n  (Yea) and never forget when done in bed by\n  Eazy, the name of a Compton hard head\n  Cool but local like loc never broke\n  'Cause they're paid to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\n  I don't give a fuck about fame\n  I rather deal wit a number than a motherfucking name (word)\n  Get me paid and then rap\n  'Cause all the other bullshit money ain't jack\n  Eazy but not that Eazy to deal wit\n  Especially if you're popping bullshit\n  Put the E-A-Z-Y and to the E\n  Expression of thought on the motherfucking grand finale\n  [Dr. Dre]\n  Yea, that shit was funky, last but not least is the motherfucking D.O.C.\n  This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n  [The D.O.C.]\n  Swinging, singing a brand new rap\n  On a rhythm concocted by my homie in the back and\n  If it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\n  But to me it's kinda cool (Tell 'em why), I'm making money\n  Tripping up the man wit the (swig tan) movement\n  Proving if you're grooving then it cool when he be doing it\n  Taking a second for me to blow your mind\n  'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit rock\n  But I was smart, the D.O. to the C. now on the formula\n  It's rough, I mean it's funky enough for me\n  And you can have a listen after that and this and\n  D-O-N-'T M-O-V-E wit out permission\n  From the D.O. to the C., I'm just better than\n  The normal man and I'll be dumb if a sucker can\n  Ever compete wit the elite\n  Much less beat, it's like dancing wit 2 left feet\n  Never smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\n  Or I'm a send ya ass to the temple of doom\n  I got raw when I came to Cali\n  Now wit NWA on the motherfucking grand finale\n  [Dre]\n  Shout outs\n"},{"id":32352204,"name":"The Grand Finale","trackName":"The Grand Finale","artistName":"The D.O.C.","albumName":"No One Can Do It Better","duration":285.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\nThis is Dr. Dre in full effect and we gonna kick it offa little somethis like\nThis\nWe got my mella yella boy on the drums, We got Stan \"the Guitar Man\"\nDropping the rhythm. We got LA Dre on the keyboard and I want the whole\nPosse in this muthaf**ka to rocl on this funky ass beat we're gonna drop\nAight, So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthaf**ka, run it\n\n(Ice Cube)\nPicture a nigga that's raw\nAmplify his ass and what you see is what's on\nMuthaf**kas I slaughter, blow em out the water\nWord to me, f**k the father\nMy melody is deadly as a pin in a handgrenade\n5 seconds before you get played\nYou can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\nEver see a sucker scatter, it'll make ya throw up\nThen I take advantage, you can't manage\nTo get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\nHit up, Ice Cube tearing shit up\nLike a dude you can bet on\nCollide like a head on\nCollision, stutter steppin is an incision\nOf a nigga saying exactly what I vision\nBecause I'm gone, you think I left you all\nBut I stay in yo' ass like cholesterol\nWhen I blast some solid ass alcatraz\nAnd if you escape, you better swim fast\n'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\nAnd the capital punishment's the penalty\nSitting in the electric chair, grab a hold\nPull the switch, yo' body twitch, your eye's explode\nOut your skull 'cause being dull on a flow\nIs an N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\nOff and show off to throw off the law\nTurn, take 10 paces then draw\nWhat's left is a muthaf**ka dead in the alley\nIce Cube is the shit on the grand finale\n\n(Dr. Dre)\nYea, yea that was funky but we need the muthaf**king villian to speak\nSo kick it\n\n(MC Ren)\nThe grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\nSo let weak muthaf**kas turn to dust\nIf you're weak it ain't my fault\nJust take a kick in the ass and get turn into a pillar of salt\nAnd niggas that's biting just to taste me\nI make the punk muthaf**kas buckle up for safety\nAnd on the dope they caught from the flash\nAnd swing like a bit when he's caught in a whiplash\nGiving him pain 'cause I'm urgent\nRearrange the muthaf**king face like a surgeon\nIt ain't no excuse for the torture delivering\nDon't say that I scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering\nLyrics label wit an X and not a G\nI say f**k the police, yo, so now they after me\nI'm wanted by the law so I stay low\nRepresenting the pimp, bitches making my dough\nIn a different stage, I must of went on a rampage\nMe and the D.O.C. are always hitting the front page\nFor what, for stealing and stepping up to the sheriff\nAnd when I enter the party, niggas shit in a?(cell pimp)?\nFor what, maybe 'cause I'm Ren\nAnd when they clean up shit, yo, they do it again\nSo f**k it, sit back cool and relax\nWhile Eazy busts the facts kicking the grande finale\n\n(Dr. Dre)\nYea, y'all know what time it is. Easy muthaf**king E is in the house doing\n\n(Eazy E)\nThe name is Eazy for me to come off like the inforcer'\nMass murder muthafukas in a course of\nAn everyday situation where I would stalk by\nF**k the car, I do a muthafuking walk-by\nEazy-E and the D.O. to the C. and\nRun house and there won't be no disagreeing\n'Cause if there is some, you feeling staticy\nThen I'm arrested (For what) assault and battery\nNever outdone, only outdoing\nLoving the bitches and the hoes boo hooing\nWhy 'cause they're addicted to my dick\nThe pleasure of pain, the wing-ding and flipped it\n(Yea) and never forget when done in bed by\nEazy, the name of a Compton hard head\nCool but local like loc never broke\n'Cause they're paid to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\nI don't give a f**k about fame\nI rather deal wit a number than a muthafuking name (word)\nGet me paid and then rap\n'Cause all the other bullshit money ain't jack\nEazy but not that Eazy to deal wit\nEspecially if you're poppin bullshit\nPut the E-A-Z-Y and to the E\nExpression of thought on the muthafuking grand finale\n\n(Dr. Dre)\nYea, that shit was funky, last but not least is the muthafuking D.O.C.\nThis is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n\n(The D.O.C.)\nSwinging, singing a brand new rap\nOn a rhythm concocted by my homie in the back and\nIf it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\nBut to me it's kinda cool (Tell 'em why), I'm making money\nTripping up the man wit the?(swig tan)? movement\nProving if you're grooving then it cool when he be doing it\nTaking a second for me to blow your mind\n'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit rock\nBut I was smart, the D.O. to the C. now on the formula\nIt's rough, I mean it's funky enuff for me\nAnd you can have a listen after that and this and\nD-O-N-'T M-O-V-E wit out permission\nFrom the D.O. to the C., I'm just better than\nThe normal man and I'll be dumb if a sucker can\nEver compete wit the elite\nMuch less beat, it's like dancing wit 2 left feet\nNever smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\nOr I'm a send ya ass to the temple of doom\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nNow wit NWA on the muthafuking grand finale\n\n(Dre)\nShout outs","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.53] Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\n[00:02.94] This is Dr. Dre in full effect and we gonna kick it offa little somethis like\n[00:05.33] This\n[00:06.99] We got my mella yella boy on the drums, We got Stan \"the Guitar Man\"\n[00:11.89] Dropping the rhythm. 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We got LA Dre on the keyboard and I want the whole\n  Posse in this muthaf**ka to rocl on this funky ass beat we're gonna drop\n  Aight, So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthaf**ka, run it\n\n  (Ice Cube)\n  Picture a nigga that's raw\n  Amplify his ass and what you see is what's on\n  Muthaf**kas I slaughter, blow em out the water\n  Word to me, f**k the father\n  My melody is deadly as a pin in a handgrenade\n  5 seconds before you get played\n  You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\n  Ever see a sucker scatter, it'll make ya throw up\n  Then I take advantage, you can't manage\n  To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\n  Hit up, Ice Cube tearing shit up\n  Like a dude you can bet on\n  Collide like a head on\n  Collision, stutter steppin is an incision\n  Of a nigga saying exactly what I vision\n  Because I'm gone, you think I left you all\n  But I stay in yo' ass like cholesterol\n  When I blast some solid ass alcatraz\n  And if you escape, you better swim fast\n  'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\n  And the capital punishment's the penalty\n  Sitting in the electric chair, grab a hold\n  Pull the switch, yo' body twitch, your eye's explode\n  Out your skull 'cause being dull on a flow\n  Is an N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\n  Off and show off to throw off the law\n  Turn, take 10 paces then draw\n  What's left is a muthaf**ka dead in the alley\n  Ice Cube is the shit on the grand finale\n\n  (Dr. Dre)\n  Yea, yea that was funky but we need the muthaf**king villian to speak\n  So kick it\n\n  (MC Ren)\n  The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\n  So let weak muthaf**kas turn to dust\n  If you're weak it ain't my fault\n  Just take a kick in the ass and get turn into a pillar of salt\n  And niggas that's biting just to taste me\n  I make the punk muthaf**kas buckle up for safety\n  And on the dope they caught from the flash\n  And swing like a bit when he's caught in a whiplash\n  Giving him pain 'cause I'm urgent\n  Rearrange the muthaf**king face like a surgeon\n  It ain't no excuse for the torture delivering\n  Don't say that I scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering\n  Lyrics label wit an X and not a G\n  I say f**k the police, yo, so now they after me\n  I'm wanted by the law so I stay low\n  Representing the pimp, bitches making my dough\n  In a different stage, I must of went on a rampage\n  Me and the D.O.C. are always hitting the front page\n  For what, for stealing and stepping up to the sheriff\n  And when I enter the party, niggas shit in a?(cell pimp)?\n  For what, maybe 'cause I'm Ren\n  And when they clean up shit, yo, they do it again\n  So f**k it, sit back cool and relax\n  While Eazy busts the facts kicking the grande finale\n\n  (Dr. Dre)\n  Yea, y'all know what time it is. Easy muthaf**king E is in the house doing\n\n  (Eazy E)\n  The name is Eazy for me to come off like the inforcer'\n  Mass murder muthafukas in a course of\n  An everyday situation where I would stalk by\n  F**k the car, I do a muthafuking walk-by\n  Eazy-E and the D.O. to the C. and\n  Run house and there won't be no disagreeing\n  'Cause if there is some, you feeling staticy\n  Then I'm arrested (For what) assault and battery\n  Never outdone, only outdoing\n  Loving the bitches and the hoes boo hooing\n  Why 'cause they're addicted to my dick\n  The pleasure of pain, the wing-ding and flipped it\n  (Yea) and never forget when done in bed by\n  Eazy, the name of a Compton hard head\n  Cool but local like loc never broke\n  'Cause they're paid to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\n  I don't give a f**k about fame\n  I rather deal wit a number than a muthafuking name (word)\n  Get me paid and then rap\n  'Cause all the other bullshit money ain't jack\n  Eazy but not that Eazy to deal wit\n  Especially if you're poppin bullshit\n  Put the E-A-Z-Y and to the E\n  Expression of thought on the muthafuking grand finale\n\n  (Dr. Dre)\n  Yea, that shit was funky, last but not least is the muthafuking D.O.C.\n  This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n\n  (The D.O.C.)\n  Swinging, singing a brand new rap\n  On a rhythm concocted by my homie in the back and\n  If it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\n  But to me it's kinda cool (Tell 'em why), I'm making money\n  Tripping up the man wit the?(swig tan)? movement\n  Proving if you're grooving then it cool when he be doing it\n  Taking a second for me to blow your mind\n  'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit rock\n  But I was smart, the D.O. to the C. now on the formula\n  It's rough, I mean it's funky enuff for me\n  And you can have a listen after that and this and\n  D-O-N-'T M-O-V-E wit out permission\n  From the D.O. to the C., I'm just better than\n  The normal man and I'll be dumb if a sucker can\n  Ever compete wit the elite\n  Much less beat, it's like dancing wit 2 left feet\n  Never smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\n  Or I'm a send ya ass to the temple of doom\n  I got raw when I came to Cali\n  Now wit NWA on the muthafuking grand finale\n\n  (Dre)\n  Shout outs\n"},{"id":31819399,"name":"The Grand Finale","trackName":"The Grand Finale","artistName":"The D.O.C.","albumName":"No One Can Do It Better","duration":607.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\nThis is Dr. Dre in full effect and we gonna kick it offa little somethis like\nThis\nWe got my mella yella boy on the drums, We got Stan \"the Guitar Man\"\nDropping the rhythm. We got LA Dre on the keyboard and I want the whole\nPosse in this muthaf**ka to rocl on this funky ass beat we're gonna drop\nAight, So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthaf**ka, run it\n\n(Ice Cube)\nPicture a nigga that's raw\nAmplify his ass and what you see is what's on\nMuthaf**kas I slaughter, blow em out the water\nWord to me, f**k the father\nMy melody is deadly as a pin in a handgrenade\n5 seconds before you get played\nYou can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\nEver see a sucker scatter, it'll make ya throw up\nThen I take advantage, you can't manage\nTo get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\nHit up, Ice Cube tearing shit up\nLike a dude you can bet on\nCollide like a head on\nCollision, stutter steppin is an incision\nOf a nigga saying exactly what I vision\nBecause I'm gone, you think I left you all\nBut I stay in yo' ass like cholesterol\nWhen I blast some solid ass alcatraz\nAnd if you escape, you better swim fast\n'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\nAnd the capital punishment's the penalty\nSitting in the electric chair, grab a hold\nPull the switch, yo' body twitch, your eye's explode\nOut your skull 'cause being dull on a flow\nIs an N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\nOff and show off to throw off the law\nTurn, take 10 paces then draw\nWhat's left is a muthaf**ka dead in the alley\nIce Cube is the shit on the grand finale\n\n(Dr. Dre)\nYea, yea that was funky but we need the muthaf**king villian to speak\nSo kick it\n\n(MC Ren)\nThe grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\nSo let weak muthaf**kas turn to dust\nIf you're weak it ain't my fault\nJust take a kick in the ass and get turn into a pillar of salt\nAnd niggas that's biting just to taste me\nI make the punk muthaf**kas buckle up for safety\nAnd on the dope they caught from the flash\nAnd swing like a bit when he's caught in a whiplash\nGiving him pain 'cause I'm urgent\nRearrange the muthaf**king face like a surgeon\nIt ain't no excuse for the torture delivering\nDon't say that I scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering\nLyrics label wit an X and not a G\nI say f**k the police, yo, so now they after me\nI'm wanted by the law so I stay low\nRepresenting the pimp, bitches making my dough\nIn a different stage, I must of went on a rampage\nMe and the D.O.C. are always hitting the front page\nFor what, for stealing and stepping up to the sheriff\nAnd when I enter the party, niggas shit in a?(cell pimp)?\nFor what, maybe 'cause I'm Ren\nAnd when they clean up shit, yo, they do it again\nSo f**k it, sit back cool and relax\nWhile Eazy busts the facts kicking the grande finale\n\n(Dr. Dre)\nYea, y'all know what time it is. Easy muthaf**king E is in the house doing\n\n(Eazy E)\nThe name is Eazy for me to come off like the inforcer'\nMass murder muthafukas in a course of\nAn everyday situation where I would stalk by\nF**k the car, I do a muthafuking walk-by\nEazy-E and the D.O. to the C. and\nRun house and there won't be no disagreeing\n'Cause if there is some, you feeling staticy\nThen I'm arrested (For what) assault and battery\nNever outdone, only outdoing\nLoving the bitches and the hoes boo hooing\nWhy 'cause they're addicted to my dick\nThe pleasure of pain, the wing-ding and flipped it\n(Yea) and never forget when done in bed by\nEazy, the name of a Compton hard head\nCool but local like loc never broke\n'Cause they're paid to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\nI don't give a f**k about fame\nI rather deal wit a number than a muthafuking name (word)\nGet me paid and then rap\n'Cause all the other bullshit money ain't jack\nEazy but not that Eazy to deal wit\nEspecially if you're poppin bullshit\nPut the E-A-Z-Y and to the E\nExpression of thought on the muthafuking grand finale\n\n(Dr. Dre)\nYea, that shit was funky, last but not least is the muthafuking D.O.C.\nThis is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n\n(The D.O.C.)\nSwinging, singing a brand new rap\nOn a rhythm concocted by my homie in the back and\nIf it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\nBut to me it's kinda cool (Tell 'em why), I'm making money\nTripping up the man wit the?(swig tan)? movement\nProving if you're grooving then it cool when he be doing it\nTaking a second for me to blow your mind\n'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit rock\nBut I was smart, the D.O. to the C. now on the formula\nIt's rough, I mean it's funky enuff for me\nAnd you can have a listen after that and this and\nD-O-N-'T M-O-V-E wit out permission\nFrom the D.O. to the C., I'm just better than\nThe normal man and I'll be dumb if a sucker can\nEver compete wit the elite\nMuch less beat, it's like dancing wit 2 left feet\nNever smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\nOr I'm a send ya ass to the temple of doom\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nNow wit NWA on the muthafuking grand finale\n\n(Dre)\nShout outs","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.53] Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\n[00:02.94] This is Dr. Dre in full effect and we gonna kick it offa little somethis like\n[00:05.33] This\n[00:06.99] We got my mella yella boy on the drums, We got Stan \"the Guitar Man\"\n[00:11.89] Dropping the rhythm. 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Easy muthaf**king E is in the house doing\n\n  (Eazy E)\n  The name is Eazy for me to come off like the inforcer'\n  Mass murder muthafukas in a course of\n  An everyday situation where I would stalk by\n  F**k the car, I do a muthafuking walk-by\n  Eazy-E and the D.O. to the C. and\n  Run house and there won't be no disagreeing\n  'Cause if there is some, you feeling staticy\n  Then I'm arrested (For what) assault and battery\n  Never outdone, only outdoing\n  Loving the bitches and the hoes boo hooing\n  Why 'cause they're addicted to my dick\n  The pleasure of pain, the wing-ding and flipped it\n  (Yea) and never forget when done in bed by\n  Eazy, the name of a Compton hard head\n  Cool but local like loc never broke\n  'Cause they're paid to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\n  I don't give a f**k about fame\n  I rather deal wit a number than a muthafuking name (word)\n  Get me paid and then rap\n  'Cause all the other bullshit money ain't jack\n  Eazy but not that Eazy to deal wit\n  Especially if you're poppin bullshit\n  Put the E-A-Z-Y and to the E\n  Expression of thought on the muthafuking grand finale\n\n  (Dr. Dre)\n  Yea, that shit was funky, last but not least is the muthafuking D.O.C.\n  This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n\n  (The D.O.C.)\n  Swinging, singing a brand new rap\n  On a rhythm concocted by my homie in the back and\n  If it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\n  But to me it's kinda cool (Tell 'em why), I'm making money\n  Tripping up the man wit the?(swig tan)? movement\n  Proving if you're grooving then it cool when he be doing it\n  Taking a second for me to blow your mind\n  'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit rock\n  But I was smart, the D.O. to the C. now on the formula\n  It's rough, I mean it's funky enuff for me\n  And you can have a listen after that and this and\n  D-O-N-'T M-O-V-E wit out permission\n  From the D.O. to the C., I'm just better than\n  The normal man and I'll be dumb if a sucker can\n  Ever compete wit the elite\n  Much less beat, it's like dancing wit 2 left feet\n  Never smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\n  Or I'm a send ya ass to the temple of doom\n  I got raw when I came to Cali\n  Now wit NWA on the muthafuking grand finale\n\n  (Dre)\n  Shout outs\n"},{"id":19506836,"name":"The Grand Finale","trackName":"The Grand Finale","artistName":"The D.O.C.","albumName":"No One Can Do It Better","duration":254.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\nThis is Dr. Dre in full effect and we gonna kick it offa little somethis like\nThis\nWe got my mella yella boy on the drums, We got Stan \"the Guitar Man\"\nDropping the rhythm. 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We got LA Dre on the keyboard and I want the whole\n[00:14.59] Posse in this muthaf**ka to rocl on this funky ass beat we're gonna drop\n[00:17.56] Aight, So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthaf**ka, run it\n[00:21.16] (Ice Cube)\n[00:21.83] Picture a nigga that's raw\n[00:24.34] Amplify his ass and what you see is what's on\n[00:26.54] Muthaf**kas I slaughter, blow em out the water\n[00:28.72] Word to me, f**k the father\n[00:31.17] My melody is deadly as a pin in a handgrenade\n[00:33.19] 5 seconds before you get played\n[00:35.30] You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\n[00:37.64] Ever see a sucker scatter, it'll make ya throw up\n[00:39.70] Then I take advantage, you can't manage\n[00:41.57] To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\n[00:43.76] Hit up, Ice Cube tearing shit up\n[00:46.07] Like a dude you can bet on\n[00:47.77] Collide like a head on\n[00:48.93] Collision, stutter steppin is an incision\n[00:50.50] Of a nigga saying exactly what I vision\n[00:52.83] Because I'm gone, you think I left you all\n[00:54.90] But I stay in yo' ass like cholesterol\n[00:57.02] When I blast some solid ass alcatraz\n[00:59.53] And if you escape, you better swim fast\n[01:01.64] 'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\n[01:03.94] And the capital punishment's the penalty\n[01:06.01] Sitting in the electric chair, grab a hold\n[01:07.56] Pull the switch, yo' body twitch, your eye's explode\n[01:09.38] Out your skull 'cause being dull on a flow\n[01:12.47] Is an N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\n[01:14.49] Off and show off to throw off the law\n[01:16.28] Turn, take 10 paces then draw\n[01:18.55] What's left is a muthaf**ka dead in the alley\n[01:20.68] Ice Cube is the shit on the grand finale\n[01:23.04] (Dr. Dre)\n[01:23.32] Yea, yea that was funky but we need the muthaf**king villian to speak\n[01:26.62] So kick it\n[01:27.58] (MC Ren)\n[01:27.97] The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\n[01:29.44] So let weak muthaf**kas turn to dust\n[01:31.06] If you're weak it ain't my fault\n[01:33.05] Just take a kick in the ass and get turn into a pillar of salt\n[01:34.74] And niggas that's biting just to taste me\n[01:37.40] I make the punk muthaf**kas buckle up for safety\n[01:39.96] And on the dope they caught from the flash\n[01:41.71] And swing like a bit when he's caught in a whiplash\n[01:44.27] Giving him pain 'cause I'm urgent\n[01:46.23] Rearrange the muthaf**king face like a surgeon\n[01:48.58] It ain't no excuse for the torture delivering\n[01:50.61] Don't say that I scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering\n[01:52.94] Lyrics label wit an X and not a G\n[01:55.02] I say f**k the police, yo, so now they after me\n[01:56.71] I'm wanted by the law so I stay low\n[01:58.96] Representing the pimp, bitches making my dough\n[02:01.16] In a different stage, I must of went on a rampage\n[02:03.75] Me and the D.O.C. are always hitting the front page\n[02:06.01] For what, for stealing and stepping up to the sheriff\n[02:08.17] And when I enter the party, niggas shit in a?(cell pimp)?\n[02:10.52] For what, maybe 'cause I'm Ren\n[02:12.70] And when they clean up shit, yo, they do it again\n[02:14.13] So f**k it, sit back cool and relax\n[02:16.62] While Eazy busts the facts kicking the grande finale\n[02:18.67] (Dr. Dre)\n[02:19.29] Yea, y'all know what time it is. 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We got LA Dre on the keyboard and I want the whole\n  Posse in this muthaf**ka to rocl on this funky ass beat we're gonna drop\n  Aight, So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthaf**ka, run it\n\n  (Ice Cube)\n  Picture a nigga that's raw\n  Amplify his ass and what you see is what's on\n  Muthaf**kas I slaughter, blow em out the water\n  Word to me, f**k the father\n  My melody is deadly as a pin in a handgrenade\n  5 seconds before you get played\n  You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\n  Ever see a sucker scatter, it'll make ya throw up\n  Then I take advantage, you can't manage\n  To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\n  Hit up, Ice Cube tearing shit up\n  Like a dude you can bet on\n  Collide like a head on\n  Collision, stutter steppin is an incision\n  Of a nigga saying exactly what I vision\n  Because I'm gone, you think I left you all\n  But I stay in yo' ass like cholesterol\n  When I blast some solid ass alcatraz\n  And if you escape, you better swim fast\n  'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\n  And the capital punishment's the penalty\n  Sitting in the electric chair, grab a hold\n  Pull the switch, yo' body twitch, your eye's explode\n  Out your skull 'cause being dull on a flow\n  Is an N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\n  Off and show off to throw off the law\n  Turn, take 10 paces then draw\n  What's left is a muthaf**ka dead in the alley\n  Ice Cube is the shit on the grand finale\n\n  (Dr. Dre)\n  Yea, yea that was funky but we need the muthaf**king villian to speak\n  So kick it\n\n  (MC Ren)\n  The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\n  So let weak muthaf**kas turn to dust\n  If you're weak it ain't my fault\n  Just take a kick in the ass and get turn into a pillar of salt\n  And niggas that's biting just to taste me\n  I make the punk muthaf**kas buckle up for safety\n  And on the dope they caught from the flash\n  And swing like a bit when he's caught in a whiplash\n  Giving him pain 'cause I'm urgent\n  Rearrange the muthaf**king face like a surgeon\n  It ain't no excuse for the torture delivering\n  Don't say that I scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering\n  Lyrics label wit an X and not a G\n  I say f**k the police, yo, so now they after me\n  I'm wanted by the law so I stay low\n  Representing the pimp, bitches making my dough\n  In a different stage, I must of went on a rampage\n  Me and the D.O.C. are always hitting the front page\n  For what, for stealing and stepping up to the sheriff\n  And when I enter the party, niggas shit in a?(cell pimp)?\n  For what, maybe 'cause I'm Ren\n  And when they clean up shit, yo, they do it again\n  So f**k it, sit back cool and relax\n  While Eazy busts the facts kicking the grande finale\n\n  (Dr. Dre)\n  Yea, y'all know what time it is. Easy muthaf**king E is in the house doing\n\n  (Eazy E)\n  The name is Eazy for me to come off like the inforcer'\n  Mass murder muthafukas in a course of\n  An everyday situation where I would stalk by\n  F**k the car, I do a muthafuking walk-by\n  Eazy-E and the D.O. to the C. and\n  Run house and there won't be no disagreeing\n  'Cause if there is some, you feeling staticy\n  Then I'm arrested (For what) assault and battery\n  Never outdone, only outdoing\n  Loving the bitches and the hoes boo hooing\n  Why 'cause they're addicted to my dick\n  The pleasure of pain, the wing-ding and flipped it\n  (Yea) and never forget when done in bed by\n  Eazy, the name of a Compton hard head\n  Cool but local like loc never broke\n  'Cause they're paid to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\n  I don't give a f**k about fame\n  I rather deal wit a number than a muthafuking name (word)\n  Get me paid and then rap\n  'Cause all the other bullshit money ain't jack\n  Eazy but not that Eazy to deal wit\n  Especially if you're poppin bullshit\n  Put the E-A-Z-Y and to the E\n  Expression of thought on the muthafuking grand finale\n\n  (Dr. Dre)\n  Yea, that shit was funky, last but not least is the muthafuking D.O.C.\n  This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n\n  (The D.O.C.)\n  Swinging, singing a brand new rap\n  On a rhythm concocted by my homie in the back and\n  If it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\n  But to me it's kinda cool (Tell 'em why), I'm making money\n  Tripping up the man wit the?(swig tan)? movement\n  Proving if you're grooving then it cool when he be doing it\n  Taking a second for me to blow your mind\n  'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit rock\n  But I was smart, the D.O. to the C. now on the formula\n  It's rough, I mean it's funky enuff for me\n  And you can have a listen after that and this and\n  D-O-N-'T M-O-V-E wit out permission\n  From the D.O. to the C., I'm just better than\n  The normal man and I'll be dumb if a sucker can\n  Ever compete wit the elite\n  Much less beat, it's like dancing wit 2 left feet\n  Never smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\n  Or I'm a send ya ass to the temple of doom\n  I got raw when I came to Cali\n  Now wit NWA on the muthafuking grand finale\n\n  (Dre)\n  Shout outs\n"},{"id":16817436,"name":"The Grand Finale","trackName":"The Grand Finale","artistName":"The D.O.C.","albumName":"Ruthless Records Tenth Anniver","duration":279.013878,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\nThis is Dr. Dre in full effect\nAnd we gonna kick it off a little somethin' like this\nWe got my mella Yella Boy on the drums\nWe got Stan \"The Guitar Man\" droppin' the rhythm\nWe got L.A. Dre on the keyboards\nAnd I want the whole posse in this muthafucka\nTo rock on this funky ass beat we fittin' to drop, aight\nSo Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthafucka, run it\n\nPicture a nigga that's raw\nAmplify his ass, and what you see is what's saw\nMuthafuckas I slaughter, blow 'em out the water\nWord to me, fuck the father\nMy medley is deadly, as a pin in a hand grenade\n5 seconds before you get played\nYou can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\nEver see a sucker scattered? It'd make ya throw up\nThen I take advantage, you can't manage\nTo get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\nHit up Ice Cube, tear shit up\nLike a dude you can bet on, collide like a head-on\nCollision, stutter steppin' is an incision\nOf a nigga saying exactly what I vision\nBecause I'm gone, you think I left you all\nBut I stay in ya ass, like cholestreol\nWhen I blast, I'm solid as Alcatraz\nAnd if you escape, you better swim fast\n'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\nAnd the capital punishment's the penalty\nSit in the electric chair, grab a hold\nPull the switch, ya body twitch, ya eyes explode\nOut your skull, 'cause being dull on a flow\nIs a N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\nOff, and show off, to throw off, the law\nTurn, take 10 spaces, then draw\nWhat's left is a muthafucka dead in the alley\nIce Cube is the shit on The Grand Finale\n\nYeah, yeah that was funky but now we need the\nMuthafuckin' ruthless villian to speak, so kick it\n\nThe grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\nSo let weak muthafuckas turn to dust\nIf you're weak, it ain't your fault, just take a\nKick in the ass, and get turn into a pillar of salt\nAnd niggas that bite me just to taste me\nI make the punk muthafuckas buckle up for safety\nAnd those that don't, they caught from the flash\nAnd scream like a bitch, when he's caught in a whiplash\nGivin' him pain 'cause I'm urgin'\nRearrange their muthafuckin' face like a surgeon\nIt ain't no excuse for the torture deliverin'\nDon't say ya not scared, yo I can tell 'cause your shiverin'\nLyrics labeled wit' an X and not a G\nI said fuck the police, yo, so now they're after me\nI'm wanted by the law so I stay low\nRepresentin' the pimp, while bitches make me my dough\nIn a different stage, I must've went on a rampage\nMe and the D.O.C. are always hittin' the front page\nFor what, for stealin' and steppin' up to the shelf\nAnd when I enter the party, niggas shit on their self\nAnd for what? Maybe 'cause I'm Ren\nAnd when they clean up the shit, yo, they do it again\nSo fuck it, sit back cool and relax\nWhile Eazy, busses the facts, kickin' The Grand Finale\n\nYeah, y'all know what time it is, Eazy\nMuthafuckin' E is in the house doin' damage\n\nThey made it easy for me to come off like the enforcer\nMass murderin' muthafuckas in the course of\nAn everyday, situation where I would stalk by\nFuck a car, I do a muthafuckin' walk-by\nEazy-E an', the D-O to the C an'\nRun house, and yo there be no disagreein'\n'Cause if there is some, you feelin' staticky\nThen I'm arrested, (for what), assault and battery\nNever outdone, only outdoin'\nLovin' the bitches and leave the hoes boo-hooin'\nWhy? 'Cause they're addicted, to what my dick did\nThe pleasure and pain, the wing-ding inflicted\n(Yeah) they'll never forget what's done in bed\nBy Eazy, the name of a Compton hard-head\nCool, but loco like loc, never broke\n'Cause it pays to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\nI don't give a fuck about fame\nI rather deal with a number than a muthafuckin' name (word)\nGet me paid and then rap\n'Cause all that other bullshit wit'out money ain't jack\nEazy, but not that easy to deal with\nEspecially if you're poppin' bullshit\nThe E-A-Z-Y and to the E\nExpressin' a thought, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n\nYeah, that shit was funky\nLast but not least is the muthafuckin'\nD.O.C., this is yo' album, so that\nMeans you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n\nSwingin', singin', a brand new rap\nOn a rhythm, concocted by my homie in the back and\nIf it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\nBut to me it's kinda cool, (tell 'em why), I'm makin' money\nTrippin' up the man wit' the swift hand movement\nProvin' if you're groovin', then it's cool when he be doin' it\nTakin' a second for me to blow ya mind\n'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit' rock\nBut I was smart, the D-O to the C knowin' the formula\nIt's rough, I mean it's funky enough for me\nAnd you can have a listen, nothin' after this and\nD-O-N-T M-O-V-E yo, wit'out permission\nFrom the D-O to the C, I'm just better than\nThe normal man, and I'll be damned if a sucker can\nEver compete, wit' the elite\nMuch less beat, it's like dancin' wit' 2 left feet\nNever smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\nOr I'mma send ya ass right to the temple of doom\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nNow I'm wit' NWA, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n\nYeah, yeah, that shit was stupid def\nBut right about now we gotta send a shout out\nTo everybody that helped put this muthafuckin' project together\nThat's word, word 'em up\nPeace is dedicated to the homeboy Eazy-E\nIce Cube\nM.C. Ren\nD.J. Yella\nAnd these all the homies from the gang NWA ya know what I'm sayin'?\n\nL.A. Dre\nStan \"The Guitar Man\"\nDonovan\nMichel'le\nD.J. Speed\nMy homeboys Yomo & Maulkie\nThe super-dope manager Jerry Heller\nAnd of course the rest of the Ruthless and Comptown posse\nWord 'em up!\nShut the fuck up! Aaaahhh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.07] Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\n[00:02.67] This is Dr. Dre in full effect\n[00:04.55] And we gonna kick it off a little somethin' like this\n[00:06.96] We got my mella Yella Boy on the drums\n[00:08.76] We got Stan \"The Guitar Man\" droppin' the rhythm\n[00:11.65] We got L.A. Dre on the keyboards\n[00:13.56] And I want the whole posse in this muthafucka\n[00:15.72] To rock on this funky ass beat we fittin' to drop, aight\n[00:18.59] So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthafucka, run it\n[00:22.43] Picture a nigga that's raw\n[00:24.25] Amplify his ass, and what you see is what's saw\n[00:26.44] Muthafuckas I slaughter, blow 'em out the water\n[00:28.68] Word to me, fuck the father\n[00:30.73] My medley is deadly, as a pin in a hand grenade\n[00:33.02] 5 seconds before you get played\n[00:35.25] You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\n[00:37.51] Ever see a sucker scattered? It'd make ya throw up\n[00:39.68] Then I take advantage, you can't manage\n[00:41.57] To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\n[00:43.72] Hit up Ice Cube, tear shit up\n[00:45.93] Like a dude you can bet on, collide like a head-on\n[00:48.22] Collision, stutter steppin' is an incision\n[00:50.51] Of a nigga saying exactly what I vision\n[00:52.59] Because I'm gone, you think I left you all\n[00:54.61] But I stay in ya ass, like cholestreol\n[00:56.83] When I blast, I'm solid as Alcatraz\n[00:59.07] And if you escape, you better swim fast\n[01:01.25] 'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\n[01:03.42] And the capital punishment's the penalty\n[01:05.62] Sit in the electric chair, grab a hold\n[01:07.68] Pull the switch, ya body twitch, ya eyes explode\n[01:09.89] Out your skull, 'cause being dull on a flow\n[01:12.00] Is a N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\n[01:14.23] Off, and show off, to throw off, the law\n[01:16.37] Turn, take 10 spaces, then draw\n[01:18.66] What's left is a muthafucka dead in the alley\n[01:20.89] Ice Cube is the shit on The Grand Finale\n[01:22.72] Yeah, yeah that was funky but now we need the\n[01:24.98] Muthafuckin' ruthless villian to speak, so kick it\n[01:27.28] The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\n[01:29.06] So let weak muthafuckas turn to dust\n[01:31.23] If you're weak, it ain't your fault, just take a\n[01:33.73] Kick in the ass, and get turn into a pillar of salt\n[01:35.84] And niggas that bite me just to taste me\n[01:37.67] I make the punk muthafuckas buckle up for safety\n[01:40.05] And those that don't, they caught from the flash\n[01:42.29] And scream like a bitch, when he's caught in a whiplash\n[01:44.58] Givin' him pain 'cause I'm urgin'\n[01:46.63] Rearrange their muthafuckin' face like a surgeon\n[01:48.76] It ain't no excuse for the torture deliverin'\n[01:50.90] Don't say ya not scared, yo I can tell 'cause your shiverin'\n[01:53.07] Lyrics labeled wit' an X and not a G\n[01:55.28] I said fuck the police, yo, so now they're after me\n[01:57.41] I'm wanted by the law so I stay low\n[01:59.57] Representin' the pimp, while bitches make me my dough\n[02:01.60] In a different stage, I must've went on a rampage\n[02:03.95] Me and the D.O.C. are always hittin' the front page\n[02:06.04] For what, for stealin' and steppin' up to the shelf\n[02:08.25] And when I enter the party, niggas shit on their self\n[02:10.48] And for what? Maybe 'cause I'm Ren\n[02:12.57] And when they clean up the shit, yo, they do it again\n[02:14.64] So fuck it, sit back cool and relax\n[02:16.87] While Eazy, busses the facts, kickin' The Grand Finale\n[02:18.97] Yeah, y'all know what time it is, Eazy\n[02:21.19] Muthafuckin' E is in the house doin' damage\n[02:23.34] They made it easy for me to come off like the enforcer\n[02:25.53] Mass murderin' muthafuckas in the course of\n[02:27.78] An everyday, situation where I would stalk by\n[02:29.86] Fuck a car, I do a muthafuckin' walk-by\n[02:31.92] Eazy-E an', the D-O to the C an'\n[02:34.17] Run house, and yo there be no disagreein'\n[02:36.43] 'Cause if there is some, you feelin' staticky\n[02:38.66] Then I'm arrested, (for what), assault and battery\n[02:40.60] Never outdone, only outdoin'\n[02:42.98] Lovin' the bitches and leave the hoes boo-hooin'\n[02:45.03] Why? 'Cause they're addicted, to what my dick did\n[02:47.16] The pleasure and pain, the wing-ding inflicted\n[02:49.36] (Yeah) they'll never forget what's done in bed\n[02:51.51] By Eazy, the name of a Compton hard-head\n[02:53.79] Cool, but loco like loc, never broke\n[02:55.83] 'Cause it pays to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\n[02:58.02] I don't give a fuck about fame\n[03:00.27] I rather deal with a number than a muthafuckin' name (word)\n[03:02.32] Get me paid and then rap\n[03:04.53] 'Cause all that other bullshit wit'out money ain't jack\n[03:06.64] Eazy, but not that easy to deal with\n[03:08.83] Especially if you're poppin' bullshit\n[03:11.09] The E-A-Z-Y and to the E\n[03:13.19] Expressin' a thought, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n[03:15.39] Yeah, that shit was funky\n[03:17.56] Last but not least is the muthafuckin'\n[03:19.76] D.O.C., this is yo' album, so that\n[03:21.83] Means you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n[03:24.04] Swingin', singin', a brand new rap\n[03:26.14] On a rhythm, concocted by my homie in the back and\n[03:28.32] If it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\n[03:30.57] But to me it's kinda cool, (tell 'em why), I'm makin' money\n[03:32.68] Trippin' up the man wit' the swift hand movement\n[03:34.80] Provin' if you're groovin', then it's cool when he be doin' it\n[03:36.94] Takin' a second for me to blow ya mind\n[03:39.10] 'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit' rock\n[03:41.27] But I was smart, the D-O to the C knowin' the formula\n[03:43.56] It's rough, I mean it's funky enough for me\n[03:45.67] And you can have a listen, nothin' after this and\n[03:47.87] D-O-N-T M-O-V-E yo, wit'out permission\n[03:50.03] From the D-O to the C, I'm just better than\n[03:52.20] The normal man, and I'll be damned if a sucker can\n[03:54.43] Ever compete, wit' the elite\n[03:56.60] Much less beat, it's like dancin' wit' 2 left feet\n[03:58.82] Never smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\n[04:00.93] Or I'mma send ya ass right to the temple of doom\n[04:03.04] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[04:05.24] Now I'm wit' NWA, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n[04:07.41] Yeah, yeah, that shit was stupid def\n[04:09.66] But right about now we gotta send a shout out\n[04:11.78] To everybody that helped put this muthafuckin' project together\n[04:13.96] That's word, word 'em up\n[04:15.49] Peace is dedicated to the homeboy Eazy-E\n[04:17.97] Ice Cube\n[04:18.85] M.C. Ren\n[04:19.88] D.J. Yella\n[04:20.74] And these all the homies from the gang NWA ya know what I'm sayin'?\n[04:23.82] L.A. Dre\n[04:24.72] Stan \"The Guitar Man\"\n[04:25.89] Donovan\n[04:26.87] Michel'le\n[04:28.05] D.J. Speed\n[04:28.96] My homeboys Yomo & Maulkie\n[04:30.65] The super-dope manager Jerry Heller\n[04:32.74] And of course the rest of the Ruthless and Comptown posse\n[04:35.50] Word 'em up!\n[04:36.76] Shut the fuck up! 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Ren\n  start_ms: 258850\n  end_ms: 259880\n- text: D.J. Yella\n  start_ms: 259880\n  end_ms: 260740\n- text: And these all the homies from the gang NWA ya know what I'm sayin'?\n  start_ms: 260740\n  end_ms: 263820\n- text: L.A. Dre\n  start_ms: 263820\n  end_ms: 264720\n- text: Stan \"The Guitar Man\"\n  start_ms: 264720\n  end_ms: 265890\n- text: Donovan\n  start_ms: 265890\n  end_ms: 266870\n- text: Michel'le\n  start_ms: 266870\n  end_ms: 268050\n- text: D.J. Speed\n  start_ms: 268050\n  end_ms: 268960\n- text: My homeboys Yomo & Maulkie\n  start_ms: 268960\n  end_ms: 270650\n- text: The super-dope manager Jerry Heller\n  start_ms: 270650\n  end_ms: 272740\n- text: And of course the rest of the Ruthless and Comptown posse\n  start_ms: 272740\n  end_ms: 275500\n- text: Word 'em up!\n  start_ms: 275500\n  end_ms: 276760\n- text: Shut the fuck up! Aaaahhh!\n  start_ms: 276760\n  end_ms: 278510\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 278510\nplain: |-\n  Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\n  This is Dr. Dre in full effect\n  And we gonna kick it off a little somethin' like this\n  We got my mella Yella Boy on the drums\n  We got Stan \"The Guitar Man\" droppin' the rhythm\n  We got L.A. Dre on the keyboards\n  And I want the whole posse in this muthafucka\n  To rock on this funky ass beat we fittin' to drop, aight\n  So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthafucka, run it\n\n  Picture a nigga that's raw\n  Amplify his ass, and what you see is what's saw\n  Muthafuckas I slaughter, blow 'em out the water\n  Word to me, fuck the father\n  My medley is deadly, as a pin in a hand grenade\n  5 seconds before you get played\n  You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\n  Ever see a sucker scattered? It'd make ya throw up\n  Then I take advantage, you can't manage\n  To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\n  Hit up Ice Cube, tear shit up\n  Like a dude you can bet on, collide like a head-on\n  Collision, stutter steppin' is an incision\n  Of a nigga saying exactly what I vision\n  Because I'm gone, you think I left you all\n  But I stay in ya ass, like cholestreol\n  When I blast, I'm solid as Alcatraz\n  And if you escape, you better swim fast\n  'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\n  And the capital punishment's the penalty\n  Sit in the electric chair, grab a hold\n  Pull the switch, ya body twitch, ya eyes explode\n  Out your skull, 'cause being dull on a flow\n  Is a N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\n  Off, and show off, to throw off, the law\n  Turn, take 10 spaces, then draw\n  What's left is a muthafucka dead in the alley\n  Ice Cube is the shit on The Grand Finale\n\n  Yeah, yeah that was funky but now we need the\n  Muthafuckin' ruthless villian to speak, so kick it\n\n  The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\n  So let weak muthafuckas turn to dust\n  If you're weak, it ain't your fault, just take a\n  Kick in the ass, and get turn into a pillar of salt\n  And niggas that bite me just to taste me\n  I make the punk muthafuckas buckle up for safety\n  And those that don't, they caught from the flash\n  And scream like a bitch, when he's caught in a whiplash\n  Givin' him pain 'cause I'm urgin'\n  Rearrange their muthafuckin' face like a surgeon\n  It ain't no excuse for the torture deliverin'\n  Don't say ya not scared, yo I can tell 'cause your shiverin'\n  Lyrics labeled wit' an X and not a G\n  I said fuck the police, yo, so now they're after me\n  I'm wanted by the law so I stay low\n  Representin' the pimp, while bitches make me my dough\n  In a different stage, I must've went on a rampage\n  Me and the D.O.C. are always hittin' the front page\n  For what, for stealin' and steppin' up to the shelf\n  And when I enter the party, niggas shit on their self\n  And for what? Maybe 'cause I'm Ren\n  And when they clean up the shit, yo, they do it again\n  So fuck it, sit back cool and relax\n  While Eazy, busses the facts, kickin' The Grand Finale\n\n  Yeah, y'all know what time it is, Eazy\n  Muthafuckin' E is in the house doin' damage\n\n  They made it easy for me to come off like the enforcer\n  Mass murderin' muthafuckas in the course of\n  An everyday, situation where I would stalk by\n  Fuck a car, I do a muthafuckin' walk-by\n  Eazy-E an', the D-O to the C an'\n  Run house, and yo there be no disagreein'\n  'Cause if there is some, you feelin' staticky\n  Then I'm arrested, (for what), assault and battery\n  Never outdone, only outdoin'\n  Lovin' the bitches and leave the hoes boo-hooin'\n  Why? 'Cause they're addicted, to what my dick did\n  The pleasure and pain, the wing-ding inflicted\n  (Yeah) they'll never forget what's done in bed\n  By Eazy, the name of a Compton hard-head\n  Cool, but loco like loc, never broke\n  'Cause it pays to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\n  I don't give a fuck about fame\n  I rather deal with a number than a muthafuckin' name (word)\n  Get me paid and then rap\n  'Cause all that other bullshit wit'out money ain't jack\n  Eazy, but not that easy to deal with\n  Especially if you're poppin' bullshit\n  The E-A-Z-Y and to the E\n  Expressin' a thought, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n\n  Yeah, that shit was funky\n  Last but not least is the muthafuckin'\n  D.O.C., this is yo' album, so that\n  Means you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n\n  Swingin', singin', a brand new rap\n  On a rhythm, concocted by my homie in the back and\n  If it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\n  But to me it's kinda cool, (tell 'em why), I'm makin' money\n  Trippin' up the man wit' the swift hand movement\n  Provin' if you're groovin', then it's cool when he be doin' it\n  Takin' a second for me to blow ya mind\n  'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit' rock\n  But I was smart, the D-O to the C knowin' the formula\n  It's rough, I mean it's funky enough for me\n  And you can have a listen, nothin' after this and\n  D-O-N-T M-O-V-E yo, wit'out permission\n  From the D-O to the C, I'm just better than\n  The normal man, and I'll be damned if a sucker can\n  Ever compete, wit' the elite\n  Much less beat, it's like dancin' wit' 2 left feet\n  Never smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\n  Or I'mma send ya ass right to the temple of doom\n  I got raw when I came to Cali\n  Now I'm wit' NWA, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n\n  Yeah, yeah, that shit was stupid def\n  But right about now we gotta send a shout out\n  To everybody that helped put this muthafuckin' project together\n  That's word, word 'em up\n  Peace is dedicated to the homeboy Eazy-E\n  Ice Cube\n  M.C. Ren\n  D.J. Yella\n  And these all the homies from the gang NWA ya know what I'm sayin'?\n\n  L.A. Dre\n  Stan \"The Guitar Man\"\n  Donovan\n  Michel'le\n  D.J. Speed\n  My homeboys Yomo & Maulkie\n  The super-dope manager Jerry Heller\n  And of course the rest of the Ruthless and Comptown posse\n  Word 'em up!\n  Shut the fuck up! Aaaahhh!\n"},{"id":23408208,"name":"The Grand Finale","trackName":"The Grand Finale","artistName":"The D.O.C.","albumName":"No One Can Do It Better [Edited]","duration":279.959583,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Dr. Dre]\nCheck this out, we've come to the last and final record\nThis is Dr. Dre in full effect and we gonna kick it off a little some this like this\nWe got my mella yella boy on the drums, We got Stan \"the Guitar Man\"\nDropping the rhythm. We got LA Dre on the keyboard and I want the whole\nPosse in this motherfucker to rock on this funky ass beat we're gonna drop\nAlright, So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this motherfucker , run it\n[Ice Cube]\nPicture a nigga that's raw\nAmplify his ass and what you see is what's on\nMotherfuckers I slaughter, blow em out the water\nWord to me, fuck the father\nMy melody is deadly as a pin in a hand grenade\n5 seconds before you get played\nYou can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\nEver see a sucker scatter, it'll make ya throw up\nThen I take advantage, you can't manage\nTo get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\nHit up, Ice Cube tearing shit up\nLike a dude you can bet on\nCollide like a head on\nCollision, stutter stepping is an incision\nOf a nigga saying exactly what I vision\nBecause I'm gone, you think I left you all\nBut I stay in yo' ass like cholesterol\nWhen I blast some solid ass Alcatraz\nAnd if you escape, you better swim fast\n'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\nAnd the capital punishment's the penalty\nSitting in the electric chair, grab a hold\nPull the switch, yo' body twitch, your eye's explode\nOut your skull 'cause being dull on a flow\nIs an N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\nOff and show off to throw off the law\nTurn, take 10 paces then draw\nWhat's left is a motherfucker dead in the alley\nIce Cube is the shit on the grand finale\n[Dr. Dre]\nYea, yea that was funky but we need the motherfucking villian to speak\nSo kick it\n[MC Ren]\nThe grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\nSo let weak motherfuckers turn to dust\nIf you're weak it ain't my fault\nJust take a kick in the ass and get turn into a pillar of salt\nAnd niggas that's biting just to taste me\nI make the punk motherfuckers buckle up for safety\nAnd on the dope they caught from the flash\nAnd swing like a bit when he's caught in a whiplash\nGiving him pain 'cause I'm urgent\nRearrange the motherfucking face like a surgeon\nIt ain't no excuse for the torture delivering\nDon't say that I scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering\nLyrics label wit an X and not a G\nI say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me\nI'm wanted by the law so I stay low\nRepresenting the pimp, bitches making my dough\nIn a different stage, I must of went on a rampage\nMe and the D.O.C. are always hitting the front page\nFor what, for stealing and stepping up to the sheriff\nAnd when I enter the party, niggas shit in a (cell pimp)\nFor what, maybe 'cause I'm Ren\nAnd when they clean up shit, yo, they do it again\nSo fuck it, sit back cool and relax\nWhile Eazy busts the facts kicking the grande finale\n[Dr. Dre]\nYea, y'all know what time it is. Easy motherfucking E is in the house doing\nDamage\n[Eazy E]\nThe name is Eazy for me to come off like the inforcer'\nMass murder motherfuckers in a course of\nAn everyday situation where I would stalk by\nFuck the car, I do a motherfucking walk-by\nEazy-E and the D.O. to the C. and\nRun house and there won't be no disagreeing\n'Cause if there is some, you feeling staticy\nThen I'm arrested (For what) assault and battery\nNever outdone, only outdoing\nLoving the bitches and the hoes boo hooing\nWhy 'cause they're addicted to my dick\nThe pleasure of pain, the wing-ding and flipped it\n(Yea) and never forget when done in bed by\nEazy, the name of a Compton hard head\nCool but local like loc never broke\n'Cause they're paid to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\nI don't give a fuck about fame\nI rather deal wit a number than a motherfucking name (word)\nGet me paid and then rap\n'Cause all the other bullshit money ain't jack\nEazy but not that Eazy to deal wit\nEspecially if you're popping bullshit\nPut the E-A-Z-Y and to the E\nExpression of thought on the motherfucking grand finale\n[Dr. Dre]\nYea, that shit was funky, last but not least is the motherfucking D.O.C.\nThis is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n[The D.O.C.]\nSwinging, singing a brand new rap\nOn a rhythm concocted by my homie in the back and\nIf it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\nBut to me it's kinda cool (Tell 'em why), I'm making money\nTripping up the man wit the (swig tan) movement\nProving if you're grooving then it cool when he be doing it\nTaking a second for me to blow your mind\n'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit rock\nBut I was smart, the D.O. to the C. now on the formula\nIt's rough, I mean it's funky enough for me\nAnd you can have a listen after that and this and\nD-O-N-'T M-O-V-E wit out permission\nFrom the D.O. to the C., I'm just better than\nThe normal man and I'll be dumb if a sucker can\nEver compete wit the elite\nMuch less beat, it's like dancing wit 2 left feet\nNever smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\nOr I'm a send ya ass to the temple of doom\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nNow wit NWA on the motherfucking grand finale\n[Dre]\nShout outs","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Grand Finale\n  artist: The D.O.C.\n  album: No One Can Do It Better [Edited]\n  duration_ms: 279960\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Dr. Dre]\n  Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\n  This is Dr. Dre in full effect and we gonna kick it off a little some this like this\n  We got my mella yella boy on the drums, We got Stan \"the Guitar Man\"\n  Dropping the rhythm. We got LA Dre on the keyboard and I want the whole\n  Posse in this motherfucker to rock on this funky ass beat we're gonna drop\n  Alright, So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this motherfucker , run it\n  [Ice Cube]\n  Picture a nigga that's raw\n  Amplify his ass and what you see is what's on\n  Motherfuckers I slaughter, blow em out the water\n  Word to me, fuck the father\n  My melody is deadly as a pin in a hand grenade\n  5 seconds before you get played\n  You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\n  Ever see a sucker scatter, it'll make ya throw up\n  Then I take advantage, you can't manage\n  To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\n  Hit up, Ice Cube tearing shit up\n  Like a dude you can bet on\n  Collide like a head on\n  Collision, stutter stepping is an incision\n  Of a nigga saying exactly what I vision\n  Because I'm gone, you think I left you all\n  But I stay in yo' ass like cholesterol\n  When I blast some solid ass Alcatraz\n  And if you escape, you better swim fast\n  'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\n  And the capital punishment's the penalty\n  Sitting in the electric chair, grab a hold\n  Pull the switch, yo' body twitch, your eye's explode\n  Out your skull 'cause being dull on a flow\n  Is an N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\n  Off and show off to throw off the law\n  Turn, take 10 paces then draw\n  What's left is a motherfucker dead in the alley\n  Ice Cube is the shit on the grand finale\n  [Dr. Dre]\n  Yea, yea that was funky but we need the motherfucking villian to speak\n  So kick it\n  [MC Ren]\n  The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\n  So let weak motherfuckers turn to dust\n  If you're weak it ain't my fault\n  Just take a kick in the ass and get turn into a pillar of salt\n  And niggas that's biting just to taste me\n  I make the punk motherfuckers buckle up for safety\n  And on the dope they caught from the flash\n  And swing like a bit when he's caught in a whiplash\n  Giving him pain 'cause I'm urgent\n  Rearrange the motherfucking face like a surgeon\n  It ain't no excuse for the torture delivering\n  Don't say that I scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering\n  Lyrics label wit an X and not a G\n  I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me\n  I'm wanted by the law so I stay low\n  Representing the pimp, bitches making my dough\n  In a different stage, I must of went on a rampage\n  Me and the D.O.C. are always hitting the front page\n  For what, for stealing and stepping up to the sheriff\n  And when I enter the party, niggas shit in a (cell pimp)\n  For what, maybe 'cause I'm Ren\n  And when they clean up shit, yo, they do it again\n  So fuck it, sit back cool and relax\n  While Eazy busts the facts kicking the grande finale\n  [Dr. Dre]\n  Yea, y'all know what time it is. Easy motherfucking E is in the house doing\n  Damage\n  [Eazy E]\n  The name is Eazy for me to come off like the inforcer'\n  Mass murder motherfuckers in a course of\n  An everyday situation where I would stalk by\n  Fuck the car, I do a motherfucking walk-by\n  Eazy-E and the D.O. to the C. and\n  Run house and there won't be no disagreeing\n  'Cause if there is some, you feeling staticy\n  Then I'm arrested (For what) assault and battery\n  Never outdone, only outdoing\n  Loving the bitches and the hoes boo hooing\n  Why 'cause they're addicted to my dick\n  The pleasure of pain, the wing-ding and flipped it\n  (Yea) and never forget when done in bed by\n  Eazy, the name of a Compton hard head\n  Cool but local like loc never broke\n  'Cause they're paid to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\n  I don't give a fuck about fame\n  I rather deal wit a number than a motherfucking name (word)\n  Get me paid and then rap\n  'Cause all the other bullshit money ain't jack\n  Eazy but not that Eazy to deal wit\n  Especially if you're popping bullshit\n  Put the E-A-Z-Y and to the E\n  Expression of thought on the motherfucking grand finale\n  [Dr. Dre]\n  Yea, that shit was funky, last but not least is the motherfucking D.O.C.\n  This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n  [The D.O.C.]\n  Swinging, singing a brand new rap\n  On a rhythm concocted by my homie in the back and\n  If it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\n  But to me it's kinda cool (Tell 'em why), I'm making money\n  Tripping up the man wit the (swig tan) movement\n  Proving if you're grooving then it cool when he be doing it\n  Taking a second for me to blow your mind\n  'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit rock\n  But I was smart, the D.O. to the C. now on the formula\n  It's rough, I mean it's funky enough for me\n  And you can have a listen after that and this and\n  D-O-N-'T M-O-V-E wit out permission\n  From the D.O. to the C., I'm just better than\n  The normal man and I'll be dumb if a sucker can\n  Ever compete wit the elite\n  Much less beat, it's like dancing wit 2 left feet\n  Never smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\n  Or I'm a send ya ass to the temple of doom\n  I got raw when I came to Cali\n  Now wit NWA on the motherfucking grand finale\n  [Dre]\n  Shout outs\n"},{"id":22354042,"name":"The Grand Finale","trackName":"The Grand Finale","artistName":"The D․O․C․","albumName":"No One Can Do It Better","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\nThis is Dr. Dre in full effect\nAnd we gonna kick it off a little somethin' like this\nWe got my mella Yella Boy on the drums\nWe got Stan \"The Guitar Man\" droppin' the rhythm\nWe got L.A. Dre on the keyboards\nAnd I want the whole posse in this muthafucka\nTo rock on this funky ass beat we fittin' to drop, aight\nSo Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthafucka, run it\n\nPicture a nigga that's raw\nAmplify his ass, and what you see is what's saw\nMuthafuckas I slaughter, blow 'em out the water\nWord to me, fuck the father\nMy medley is deadly, as a pin in a hand grenade\n5 seconds before you get played\nYou can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\nEver see a sucker scattered? It'd make ya throw up\nThen I take advantage, you can't manage\nTo get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\nHit up Ice Cube, tear shit up\nLike a dude you can bet on, collide like a head-on\nCollision, stutter steppin' is an incision\nOf a nigga saying exactly what I vision\nBecause I'm gone, you think I left you all\nBut I stay in ya ass, like cholestreol\nWhen I blast, I'm solid as Alcatraz\nAnd if you escape, you better swim fast\n'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\nAnd the capital punishment's the penalty\nSit in the electric chair, grab a hold\nPull the switch, ya body twitch, ya eyes explode\nOut your skull, 'cause being dull on a flow\nIs a N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\nOff, and show off, to throw off, the law\nTurn, take 10 spaces, then draw\nWhat's left is a muthafucka dead in the alley\nIce Cube is the shit on The Grand Finale\n\nYeah, yeah that was funky but now we need the\nMuthafuckin' ruthless villian to speak, so kick it\n\nThe grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\nSo let weak muthafuckas turn to dust\nIf you're weak, it ain't your fault, just take a\nKick in the ass, and get turn into a pillar of salt\nAnd niggas that bite me just to taste me\nI make the punk muthafuckas buckle up for safety\nAnd those that don't, they caught from the flash\nAnd scream like a bitch, when he's caught in a whiplash\nGivin' him pain 'cause I'm urgin'\nRearrange their muthafuckin' face like a surgeon\nIt ain't no excuse for the torture deliverin'\nDon't say ya not scared, yo I can tell 'cause your shiverin'\nLyrics labeled wit' an X and not a G\nI said fuck the police, yo, so now they're after me\nI'm wanted by the law so I stay low\nRepresentin' the pimp, while bitches make me my dough\nIn a different stage, I must've went on a rampage\nMe and the D.O.C. are always hittin' the front page\nFor what, for stealin' and steppin' up to the shelf\nAnd when I enter the party, niggas shit on their self\nAnd for what? Maybe 'cause I'm Ren\nAnd when they clean up the shit, yo, they do it again\nSo fuck it, sit back cool and relax\nWhile Eazy, busses the facts, kickin' The Grand Finale\n\nYeah, y'all know what time it is, Eazy\nMuthafuckin' E is in the house doin' damage\n\nThey made it easy for me to come off like the enforcer\nMass murderin' muthafuckas in the course of\nAn everyday, situation where I would stalk by\nFuck a car, I do a muthafuckin' walk-by\nEazy-E an', the D-O to the C an'\nRun house, and yo there be no disagreein'\n'Cause if there is some, you feelin' staticky\nThen I'm arrested, (for what), assault and battery\nNever outdone, only outdoin'\nLovin' the bitches and leave the hoes boo-hooin'\nWhy? 'Cause they're addicted, to what my dick did\nThe pleasure and pain, the wing-ding inflicted\n(Yeah) they'll never forget what's done in bed\nBy Eazy, the name of a Compton hard-head\nCool, but loco like loc, never broke\n'Cause it pays to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\nI don't give a fuck about fame\nI rather deal with a number than a muthafuckin' name (word)\nGet me paid and then rap\n'Cause all that other bullshit wit'out money ain't jack\nEazy, but not that easy to deal with\nEspecially if you're poppin' bullshit\nThe E-A-Z-Y and to the E\nExpressin' a thought, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n\nYeah, that shit was funky\nLast but not least is the muthafuckin'\nD.O.C., this is yo' album, so that\nMeans you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n\nSwingin', singin', a brand new rap\nOn a rhythm, concocted by my homie in the back and\nIf it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\nBut to me it's kinda cool, (tell 'em why), I'm makin' money\nTrippin' up the man wit' the swift hand movement\nProvin' if you're groovin', then it's cool when he be doin' it\nTakin' a second for me to blow ya mind\n'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit' rock\nBut I was smart, the D-O to the C knowin' the formula\nIt's rough, I mean it's funky enough for me\nAnd you can have a listen, nothin' after this and\nD-O-N-T M-O-V-E yo, wit'out permission\nFrom the D-O to the C, I'm just better than\nThe normal man, and I'll be damned if a sucker can\nEver compete, wit' the elite\nMuch less beat, it's like dancin' wit' 2 left feet\nNever smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\nOr I'mma send ya ass right to the temple of doom\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nNow I'm wit' NWA, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n\nYeah, yeah, that shit was stupid def\nBut right about now we gotta send a shout out\nTo everybody that helped put this muthafuckin' project together\nThat's word, word 'em up\nPeace is dedicated to the homeboy Eazy-E\nIce Cube\nM.C. Ren\nD.J. Yella\nAnd these all the homies from the gang NWA ya know what I'm sayin'?\n\nL.A. Dre\nStan \"The Guitar Man\"\nDonovan\nMichel'le\nD.J. Speed\nMy homeboys Yomo & Maulkie\nThe super-dope manager Jerry Heller\nAnd of course the rest of the Ruthless and Comptown posse\nWord 'em up!\nShut the fuck up! Aaaahhh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.06] Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\n[00:02.66] This is Dr. Dre in full effect\n[00:04.53] And we gonna kick it off a little somethin' like this\n[00:06.94] We got my mella Yella Boy on the drums\n[00:08.74] We got Stan \"The Guitar Man\" droppin' the rhythm\n[00:11.62] We got L.A. Dre on the keyboards\n[00:13.57] And I want the whole posse in this muthafucka\n[00:15.78] To rock on this funky ass beat we fittin' to drop, aight\n[00:18.50] So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthafucka, run it\n[00:22.44] Picture a nigga that's raw\n[00:24.20] Amplify his ass, and what you see is what's saw\n[00:26.47] Muthafuckas I slaughter, blow 'em out the water\n[00:28.66] Word to me, fuck the father\n[00:30.77] My medley is deadly, as a pin in a hand grenade\n[00:33.07] 5 seconds before you get played\n[00:35.24] You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\n[00:37.51] Ever see a sucker scattered? It'd make ya throw up\n[00:39.63] Then I take advantage, you can't manage\n[00:41.50] To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\n[00:43.72] Hit up Ice Cube, tear shit up\n[00:45.93] Like a dude you can bet on, collide like a head-on\n[00:48.24] Collision, stutter steppin' is an incision\n[00:50.54] Of a nigga saying exactly what I vision\n[00:52.51] Because I'm gone, you think I left you all\n[00:54.66] But I stay in ya ass, like cholestreol\n[00:56.88] When I blast, I'm solid as Alcatraz\n[00:59.06] And if you escape, you better swim fast\n[01:01.29] 'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\n[01:03.47] And the capital punishment's the penalty\n[01:05.65] Sit in the electric chair, grab a hold\n[01:07.68] Pull the switch, ya body twitch, ya eyes explode\n[01:09.84] Out your skull, 'cause being dull on a flow\n[01:12.02] Is a N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\n[01:14.22] Off, and show off, to throw off, the law\n[01:16.39] Turn, take 10 spaces, then draw\n[01:18.67] What's left is a muthafucka dead in the alley\n[01:20.84] Ice Cube is the shit on The Grand Finale\n[01:22.76] Yeah, yeah that was funky but now we need the\n[01:24.95] Muthafuckin' ruthless villian to speak, so kick it\n[01:27.24] The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\n[01:29.00] So let weak muthafuckas turn to dust\n[01:31.26] If you're weak, it ain't your fault, just take a\n[01:33.71] Kick in the ass, and get turn into a pillar of salt\n[01:35.87] And niggas that bite me just to taste me\n[01:37.63] I make the punk muthafuckas buckle up for safety\n[01:40.08] And those that don't, they caught from the flash\n[01:42.21] And scream like a bitch, when he's caught in a whiplash\n[01:44.54] Givin' him pain 'cause I'm urgin'\n[01:46.62] Rearrange their muthafuckin' face like a surgeon\n[01:48.71] It ain't no excuse for the torture deliverin'\n[01:50.96] Don't say ya not scared, yo I can tell 'cause your shiverin'\n[01:53.06] Lyrics labeled wit' an X and not a G\n[01:55.25] I said fuck the police, yo, so now they're after me\n[01:57.41] I'm wanted by the law so I stay low\n[01:59.57] Representin' the pimp, while bitches make me my dough\n[02:01.62] In a different stage, I must've went on a rampage\n[02:03.99] Me and the D.O.C. are always hittin' the front page\n[02:06.03] For what, for stealin' and steppin' up to the shelf\n[02:08.22] And when I enter the party, niggas shit on their self\n[02:10.48] And for what? Maybe 'cause I'm Ren\n[02:12.59] And when they clean up the shit, yo, they do it again\n[02:14.60] So fuck it, sit back cool and relax\n[02:16.81] While Eazy, busses the facts, kickin' The Grand Finale\n[02:18.92] Yeah, y'all know what time it is, Eazy\n[02:21.13] Muthafuckin' E is in the house doin' damage\n[02:23.31] They made it easy for me to come off like the enforcer\n[02:25.59] Mass murderin' muthafuckas in the course of\n[02:27.76] An everyday, situation where I would stalk by\n[02:29.86] Fuck a car, I do a muthafuckin' walk-by\n[02:31.94] Eazy-E an', the D-O to the C an'\n[02:34.11] Run house, and yo there be no disagreein'\n[02:36.48] 'Cause if there is some, you feelin' staticky\n[02:38.61] Then I'm arrested, (for what), assault and battery\n[02:40.62] Never outdone, only outdoin'\n[02:42.95] Lovin' the bitches and leave the hoes boo-hooin'\n[02:45.04] Why? 'Cause they're addicted, to what my dick did\n[02:47.11] The pleasure and pain, the wing-ding inflicted\n[02:49.35] (Yeah) they'll never forget what's done in bed\n[02:51.58] By Eazy, the name of a Compton hard-head\n[02:53.73] Cool, but loco like loc, never broke\n[02:55.86] 'Cause it pays to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\n[02:58.05] I don't give a fuck about fame\n[03:00.29] I rather deal with a number than a muthafuckin' name (word)\n[03:02.32] Get me paid and then rap\n[03:04.56] 'Cause all that other bullshit wit'out money ain't jack\n[03:06.67] Eazy, but not that easy to deal with\n[03:08.85] Especially if you're poppin' bullshit\n[03:11.06] The E-A-Z-Y and to the E\n[03:13.10] Expressin' a thought, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n[03:15.37] Yeah, that shit was funky\n[03:17.53] Last but not least is the muthafuckin'\n[03:19.70] D.O.C., this is yo' album, so that\n[03:21.87] Means you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n[03:24.05] Swingin', singin', a brand new rap\n[03:26.12] On a rhythm, concocted by my homie in the back and\n[03:28.30] If it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\n[03:30.55] But to me it's kinda cool, (tell 'em why), I'm makin' money\n[03:32.61] Trippin' up the man wit' the swift hand movement\n[03:34.87] Provin' if you're groovin', then it's cool when he be doin' it\n[03:36.91] Takin' a second for me to blow ya mind\n[03:39.16] 'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit' rock\n[03:41.28] But I was smart, the D-O to the C knowin' the formula\n[03:43.59] It's rough, I mean it's funky enough for me\n[03:45.67] And you can have a listen, nothin' after this and\n[03:47.80] D-O-N-T M-O-V-E yo, wit'out permission\n[03:50.03] From the D-O to the C, I'm just better than\n[03:52.21] The normal man, and I'll be damned if a sucker can\n[03:54.41] Ever compete, wit' the elite\n[03:56.68] Much less beat, it's like dancin' wit' 2 left feet\n[03:58.80] Never smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\n[04:00.95] Or I'mma send ya ass right to the temple of doom\n[04:03.05] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[04:05.25] Now I'm wit' NWA, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n[04:07.45] Yeah, yeah, that shit was stupid def\n[04:09.68] But right about now we gotta send a shout out\n[04:11.72] To everybody that helped put this muthafuckin' project together\n[04:13.92] That's word, word 'em up\n[04:15.43] Peace is dedicated to the homeboy Eazy-E\n[04:17.98] Ice Cube\n[04:18.83] M.C. Ren\n[04:19.80] D.J. Yella\n[04:20.72] And these all the homies from the gang NWA ya know what I'm sayin'?\n[04:23.83] L.A. Dre\n[04:24.78] Stan \"The Guitar Man\"\n[04:25.88] Donovan\n[04:26.85] Michel'le\n[04:28.10] D.J. Speed\n[04:28.93] My homeboys Yomo & Maulkie\n[04:30.67] The super-dope manager Jerry Heller\n[04:32.76] And of course the rest of the Ruthless and Comptown posse\n[04:35.55] Word 'em up!\n[04:36.73] Shut the fuck up! 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Aaaahhh!\n  start_ms: 276730\n  end_ms: 278550\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 278550\nplain: |-\n  Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\n  This is Dr. Dre in full effect\n  And we gonna kick it off a little somethin' like this\n  We got my mella Yella Boy on the drums\n  We got Stan \"The Guitar Man\" droppin' the rhythm\n  We got L.A. Dre on the keyboards\n  And I want the whole posse in this muthafucka\n  To rock on this funky ass beat we fittin' to drop, aight\n  So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthafucka, run it\n\n  Picture a nigga that's raw\n  Amplify his ass, and what you see is what's saw\n  Muthafuckas I slaughter, blow 'em out the water\n  Word to me, fuck the father\n  My medley is deadly, as a pin in a hand grenade\n  5 seconds before you get played\n  You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\n  Ever see a sucker scattered? It'd make ya throw up\n  Then I take advantage, you can't manage\n  To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\n  Hit up Ice Cube, tear shit up\n  Like a dude you can bet on, collide like a head-on\n  Collision, stutter steppin' is an incision\n  Of a nigga saying exactly what I vision\n  Because I'm gone, you think I left you all\n  But I stay in ya ass, like cholestreol\n  When I blast, I'm solid as Alcatraz\n  And if you escape, you better swim fast\n  'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\n  And the capital punishment's the penalty\n  Sit in the electric chair, grab a hold\n  Pull the switch, ya body twitch, ya eyes explode\n  Out your skull, 'cause being dull on a flow\n  Is a N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\n  Off, and show off, to throw off, the law\n  Turn, take 10 spaces, then draw\n  What's left is a muthafucka dead in the alley\n  Ice Cube is the shit on The Grand Finale\n\n  Yeah, yeah that was funky but now we need the\n  Muthafuckin' ruthless villian to speak, so kick it\n\n  The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\n  So let weak muthafuckas turn to dust\n  If you're weak, it ain't your fault, just take a\n  Kick in the ass, and get turn into a pillar of salt\n  And niggas that bite me just to taste me\n  I make the punk muthafuckas buckle up for safety\n  And those that don't, they caught from the flash\n  And scream like a bitch, when he's caught in a whiplash\n  Givin' him pain 'cause I'm urgin'\n  Rearrange their muthafuckin' face like a surgeon\n  It ain't no excuse for the torture deliverin'\n  Don't say ya not scared, yo I can tell 'cause your shiverin'\n  Lyrics labeled wit' an X and not a G\n  I said fuck the police, yo, so now they're after me\n  I'm wanted by the law so I stay low\n  Representin' the pimp, while bitches make me my dough\n  In a different stage, I must've went on a rampage\n  Me and the D.O.C. are always hittin' the front page\n  For what, for stealin' and steppin' up to the shelf\n  And when I enter the party, niggas shit on their self\n  And for what? Maybe 'cause I'm Ren\n  And when they clean up the shit, yo, they do it again\n  So fuck it, sit back cool and relax\n  While Eazy, busses the facts, kickin' The Grand Finale\n\n  Yeah, y'all know what time it is, Eazy\n  Muthafuckin' E is in the house doin' damage\n\n  They made it easy for me to come off like the enforcer\n  Mass murderin' muthafuckas in the course of\n  An everyday, situation where I would stalk by\n  Fuck a car, I do a muthafuckin' walk-by\n  Eazy-E an', the D-O to the C an'\n  Run house, and yo there be no disagreein'\n  'Cause if there is some, you feelin' staticky\n  Then I'm arrested, (for what), assault and battery\n  Never outdone, only outdoin'\n  Lovin' the bitches and leave the hoes boo-hooin'\n  Why? 'Cause they're addicted, to what my dick did\n  The pleasure and pain, the wing-ding inflicted\n  (Yeah) they'll never forget what's done in bed\n  By Eazy, the name of a Compton hard-head\n  Cool, but loco like loc, never broke\n  'Cause it pays to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\n  I don't give a fuck about fame\n  I rather deal with a number than a muthafuckin' name (word)\n  Get me paid and then rap\n  'Cause all that other bullshit wit'out money ain't jack\n  Eazy, but not that easy to deal with\n  Especially if you're poppin' bullshit\n  The E-A-Z-Y and to the E\n  Expressin' a thought, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n\n  Yeah, that shit was funky\n  Last but not least is the muthafuckin'\n  D.O.C., this is yo' album, so that\n  Means you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n\n  Swingin', singin', a brand new rap\n  On a rhythm, concocted by my homie in the back and\n  If it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\n  But to me it's kinda cool, (tell 'em why), I'm makin' money\n  Trippin' up the man wit' the swift hand movement\n  Provin' if you're groovin', then it's cool when he be doin' it\n  Takin' a second for me to blow ya mind\n  'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit' rock\n  But I was smart, the D-O to the C knowin' the formula\n  It's rough, I mean it's funky enough for me\n  And you can have a listen, nothin' after this and\n  D-O-N-T M-O-V-E yo, wit'out permission\n  From the D-O to the C, I'm just better than\n  The normal man, and I'll be damned if a sucker can\n  Ever compete, wit' the elite\n  Much less beat, it's like dancin' wit' 2 left feet\n  Never smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\n  Or I'mma send ya ass right to the temple of doom\n  I got raw when I came to Cali\n  Now I'm wit' NWA, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n\n  Yeah, yeah, that shit was stupid def\n  But right about now we gotta send a shout out\n  To everybody that helped put this muthafuckin' project together\n  That's word, word 'em up\n  Peace is dedicated to the homeboy Eazy-E\n  Ice Cube\n  M.C. Ren\n  D.J. Yella\n  And these all the homies from the gang NWA ya know what I'm sayin'?\n\n  L.A. Dre\n  Stan \"The Guitar Man\"\n  Donovan\n  Michel'le\n  D.J. Speed\n  My homeboys Yomo & Maulkie\n  The super-dope manager Jerry Heller\n  And of course the rest of the Ruthless and Comptown posse\n  Word 'em up!\n  Shut the fuck up! Aaaahhh!\n"},{"id":27644911,"name":"The Grand Finalé","trackName":"The Grand Finalé","artistName":"The D.O.C.","albumName":"No One Can Do It Better","duration":277.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\nThis is Dr. Dre in full effect and we gonna kick it offa little somethis like\nThis\nWe got my mella yella boy on the drums, We got Stan \"the Guitar Man\"\nDropping the rhythm. We got LA Dre on the keyboard and I want the whole\nPosse in this muthaf**ka to rocl on this funky ass beat we're gonna drop\nAight, So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthaf**ka, run it\n\n(Ice Cube)\nPicture a nigga that's raw\nAmplify his ass and what you see is what's on\nMuthaf**kas I slaughter, blow em out the water\nWord to me, f**k the father\nMy melody is deadly as a pin in a handgrenade\n5 seconds before you get played\nYou can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\nEver see a sucker scatter, it'll make ya throw up\nThen I take advantage, you can't manage\nTo get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\nHit up, Ice Cube tearing shit up\nLike a dude you can bet on\nCollide like a head on\nCollision, stutter steppin is an incision\nOf a nigga saying exactly what I vision\nBecause I'm gone, you think I left you all\nBut I stay in yo' ass like cholesterol\nWhen I blast some solid ass alcatraz\nAnd if you escape, you better swim fast\n'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\nAnd the capital punishment's the penalty\nSitting in the electric chair, grab a hold\nPull the switch, yo' body twitch, your eye's explode\nOut your skull 'cause being dull on a flow\nIs an N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\nOff and show off to throw off the law\nTurn, take 10 paces then draw\nWhat's left is a muthaf**ka dead in the alley\nIce Cube is the shit on the grand finale\n\n(Dr. Dre)\nYea, yea that was funky but we need the muthaf**king villian to speak\nSo kick it\n\n(MC Ren)\nThe grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\nSo let weak muthaf**kas turn to dust\nIf you're weak it ain't my fault\nJust take a kick in the ass and get turn into a pillar of salt\nAnd niggas that's biting just to taste me\nI make the punk muthaf**kas buckle up for safety\nAnd on the dope they caught from the flash\nAnd swing like a bit when he's caught in a whiplash\nGiving him pain 'cause I'm urgent\nRearrange the muthaf**king face like a surgeon\nIt ain't no excuse for the torture delivering\nDon't say that I scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering\nLyrics label wit an X and not a G\nI say f**k the police, yo, so now they after me\nI'm wanted by the law so I stay low\nRepresenting the pimp, bitches making my dough\nIn a different stage, I must of went on a rampage\nMe and the D.O.C. are always hitting the front page\nFor what, for stealing and stepping up to the sheriff\nAnd when I enter the party, niggas shit in a?(cell pimp)?\nFor what, maybe 'cause I'm Ren\nAnd when they clean up shit, yo, they do it again\nSo f**k it, sit back cool and relax\nWhile Eazy busts the facts kicking the grande finale\n\n(Dr. Dre)\nYea, y'all know what time it is. Easy muthaf**king E is in the house doing\n\n(Eazy E)\nThe name is Eazy for me to come off like the inforcer'\nMass murder muthafukas in a course of\nAn everyday situation where I would stalk by\nF**k the car, I do a muthafuking walk-by\nEazy-E and the D.O. to the C. and\nRun house and there won't be no disagreeing\n'Cause if there is some, you feeling staticy\nThen I'm arrested (For what) assault and battery\nNever outdone, only outdoing\nLoving the bitches and the hoes boo hooing\nWhy 'cause they're addicted to my dick\nThe pleasure of pain, the wing-ding and flipped it\n(Yea) and never forget when done in bed by\nEazy, the name of a Compton hard head\nCool but local like loc never broke\n'Cause they're paid to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\nI don't give a f**k about fame\nI rather deal wit a number than a muthafuking name (word)\nGet me paid and then rap\n'Cause all the other bullshit money ain't jack\nEazy but not that Eazy to deal wit\nEspecially if you're poppin bullshit\nPut the E-A-Z-Y and to the E\nExpression of thought on the muthafuking grand finale\n\n(Dr. Dre)\nYea, that shit was funky, last but not least is the muthafuking D.O.C.\nThis is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n\n(The D.O.C.)\nSwinging, singing a brand new rap\nOn a rhythm concocted by my homie in the back and\nIf it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\nBut to me it's kinda cool (Tell 'em why), I'm making money\nTripping up the man wit the?(swig tan)? movement\nProving if you're grooving then it cool when he be doing it\nTaking a second for me to blow your mind\n'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit rock\nBut I was smart, the D.O. to the C. now on the formula\nIt's rough, I mean it's funky enuff for me\nAnd you can have a listen after that and this and\nD-O-N-'T M-O-V-E wit out permission\nFrom the D.O. to the C., I'm just better than\nThe normal man and I'll be dumb if a sucker can\nEver compete wit the elite\nMuch less beat, it's like dancing wit 2 left feet\nNever smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\nOr I'm a send ya ass to the temple of doom\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nNow wit NWA on the muthafuking grand finale\n\n(Dre)\nShout outs","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.53] Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\n[00:02.94] This is Dr. Dre in full effect and we gonna kick it offa little somethis like\n[00:05.33] This\n[00:06.99] We got my mella yella boy on the drums, We got Stan \"the Guitar Man\"\n[00:11.89] Dropping the rhythm. 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We got LA Dre on the keyboard and I want the whole\n  Posse in this muthaf**ka to rocl on this funky ass beat we're gonna drop\n  Aight, So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthaf**ka, run it\n\n  (Ice Cube)\n  Picture a nigga that's raw\n  Amplify his ass and what you see is what's on\n  Muthaf**kas I slaughter, blow em out the water\n  Word to me, f**k the father\n  My melody is deadly as a pin in a handgrenade\n  5 seconds before you get played\n  You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\n  Ever see a sucker scatter, it'll make ya throw up\n  Then I take advantage, you can't manage\n  To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\n  Hit up, Ice Cube tearing shit up\n  Like a dude you can bet on\n  Collide like a head on\n  Collision, stutter steppin is an incision\n  Of a nigga saying exactly what I vision\n  Because I'm gone, you think I left you all\n  But I stay in yo' ass like cholesterol\n  When I blast some solid ass alcatraz\n  And if you escape, you better swim fast\n  'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\n  And the capital punishment's the penalty\n  Sitting in the electric chair, grab a hold\n  Pull the switch, yo' body twitch, your eye's explode\n  Out your skull 'cause being dull on a flow\n  Is an N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\n  Off and show off to throw off the law\n  Turn, take 10 paces then draw\n  What's left is a muthaf**ka dead in the alley\n  Ice Cube is the shit on the grand finale\n\n  (Dr. Dre)\n  Yea, yea that was funky but we need the muthaf**king villian to speak\n  So kick it\n\n  (MC Ren)\n  The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\n  So let weak muthaf**kas turn to dust\n  If you're weak it ain't my fault\n  Just take a kick in the ass and get turn into a pillar of salt\n  And niggas that's biting just to taste me\n  I make the punk muthaf**kas buckle up for safety\n  And on the dope they caught from the flash\n  And swing like a bit when he's caught in a whiplash\n  Giving him pain 'cause I'm urgent\n  Rearrange the muthaf**king face like a surgeon\n  It ain't no excuse for the torture delivering\n  Don't say that I scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering\n  Lyrics label wit an X and not a G\n  I say f**k the police, yo, so now they after me\n  I'm wanted by the law so I stay low\n  Representing the pimp, bitches making my dough\n  In a different stage, I must of went on a rampage\n  Me and the D.O.C. are always hitting the front page\n  For what, for stealing and stepping up to the sheriff\n  And when I enter the party, niggas shit in a?(cell pimp)?\n  For what, maybe 'cause I'm Ren\n  And when they clean up shit, yo, they do it again\n  So f**k it, sit back cool and relax\n  While Eazy busts the facts kicking the grande finale\n\n  (Dr. Dre)\n  Yea, y'all know what time it is. Easy muthaf**king E is in the house doing\n\n  (Eazy E)\n  The name is Eazy for me to come off like the inforcer'\n  Mass murder muthafukas in a course of\n  An everyday situation where I would stalk by\n  F**k the car, I do a muthafuking walk-by\n  Eazy-E and the D.O. to the C. and\n  Run house and there won't be no disagreeing\n  'Cause if there is some, you feeling staticy\n  Then I'm arrested (For what) assault and battery\n  Never outdone, only outdoing\n  Loving the bitches and the hoes boo hooing\n  Why 'cause they're addicted to my dick\n  The pleasure of pain, the wing-ding and flipped it\n  (Yea) and never forget when done in bed by\n  Eazy, the name of a Compton hard head\n  Cool but local like loc never broke\n  'Cause they're paid to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\n  I don't give a f**k about fame\n  I rather deal wit a number than a muthafuking name (word)\n  Get me paid and then rap\n  'Cause all the other bullshit money ain't jack\n  Eazy but not that Eazy to deal wit\n  Especially if you're poppin bullshit\n  Put the E-A-Z-Y and to the E\n  Expression of thought on the muthafuking grand finale\n\n  (Dr. Dre)\n  Yea, that shit was funky, last but not least is the muthafuking D.O.C.\n  This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n\n  (The D.O.C.)\n  Swinging, singing a brand new rap\n  On a rhythm concocted by my homie in the back and\n  If it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\n  But to me it's kinda cool (Tell 'em why), I'm making money\n  Tripping up the man wit the?(swig tan)? movement\n  Proving if you're grooving then it cool when he be doing it\n  Taking a second for me to blow your mind\n  'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit rock\n  But I was smart, the D.O. to the C. now on the formula\n  It's rough, I mean it's funky enuff for me\n  And you can have a listen after that and this and\n  D-O-N-'T M-O-V-E wit out permission\n  From the D.O. to the C., I'm just better than\n  The normal man and I'll be dumb if a sucker can\n  Ever compete wit the elite\n  Much less beat, it's like dancing wit 2 left feet\n  Never smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\n  Or I'm a send ya ass to the temple of doom\n  I got raw when I came to Cali\n  Now wit NWA on the muthafuking grand finale\n\n  (Dre)\n  Shout outs\n"},{"id":18064883,"name":"Grand Finale","trackName":"Grand Finale","artistName":"D.O.C.","albumName":"The N.W.A. Legacy 2","duration":278.752625,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\nThis is Dr. Dre in full effect\nAnd we gonna kick it off a little somethin' like this\nWe got my mella Yella Boy on the drums\nWe got Stan \"The Guitar Man\" droppin' the rhythm\nWe got L.A. Dre on the keyboards\nAnd I want the whole posse in this muthafucka\nTo rock on this funky ass beat we fittin' to drop, aight\nSo Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthafucka, run it\n\nPicture a nigga that's raw\nAmplify his ass, and what you see is what's saw\nMuthafuckas I slaughter, blow 'em out the water\nWord to me, fuck the father\nMy medley is deadly, as a pin in a hand grenade\n5 seconds before you get played\nYou can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\nEver see a sucker scattered? It'd make ya throw up\nThen I take advantage, you can't manage\nTo get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\nHit up Ice Cube, tear shit up\nLike a dude you can bet on, collide like a head-on\nCollision, stutter steppin' is an incision\nOf a nigga saying exactly what I vision\nBecause I'm gone, you think I left you all\nBut I stay in ya ass, like cholestreol\nWhen I blast, I'm solid as Alcatraz\nAnd if you escape, you better swim fast\n'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\nAnd the capital punishment's the penalty\nSit in the electric chair, grab a hold\nPull the switch, ya body twitch, ya eyes explode\nOut your skull, 'cause being dull on a flow\nIs a N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\nOff, and show off, to throw off, the law\nTurn, take 10 spaces, then draw\nWhat's left is a muthafucka dead in the alley\nIce Cube is the shit on The Grand Finale\n\nYeah, yeah that was funky but now we need the\nMuthafuckin' ruthless villian to speak, so kick it\n\nThe grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\nSo let weak muthafuckas turn to dust\nIf you're weak, it ain't your fault, just take a\nKick in the ass, and get turn into a pillar of salt\nAnd niggas that bite me just to taste me\nI make the punk muthafuckas buckle up for safety\nAnd those that don't, they caught from the flash\nAnd scream like a bitch, when he's caught in a whiplash\nGivin' him pain 'cause I'm urgin'\nRearrange their muthafuckin' face like a surgeon\nIt ain't no excuse for the torture deliverin'\nDon't say ya not scared, yo I can tell 'cause your shiverin'\nLyrics labeled wit' an X and not a G\nI said fuck the police, yo, so now they're after me\nI'm wanted by the law so I stay low\nRepresentin' the pimp, while bitches make me my dough\nIn a different stage, I must've went on a rampage\nMe and the D.O.C. are always hittin' the front page\nFor what, for stealin' and steppin' up to the shelf\nAnd when I enter the party, niggas shit on their self\nAnd for what? Maybe 'cause I'm Ren\nAnd when they clean up the shit, yo, they do it again\nSo fuck it, sit back cool and relax\nWhile Eazy, busses the facts, kickin' The Grand Finale\n\nYeah, y'all know what time it is, Eazy\nMuthafuckin' E is in the house doin' damage\n\nThey made it easy for me to come off like the enforcer\nMass murderin' muthafuckas in the course of\nAn everyday, situation where I would stalk by\nFuck a car, I do a muthafuckin' walk-by\nEazy-E an', the D-O to the C an'\nRun house, and yo there be no disagreein'\n'Cause if there is some, you feelin' staticky\nThen I'm arrested, (for what), assault and battery\nNever outdone, only outdoin'\nLovin' the bitches and leave the hoes boo-hooin'\nWhy? 'Cause they're addicted, to what my dick did\nThe pleasure and pain, the wing-ding inflicted\n(Yeah) they'll never forget what's done in bed\nBy Eazy, the name of a Compton hard-head\nCool, but loco like loc, never broke\n'Cause it pays to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\nI don't give a fuck about fame\nI rather deal with a number than a muthafuckin' name (word)\nGet me paid and then rap\n'Cause all that other bullshit wit'out money ain't jack\nEazy, but not that easy to deal with\nEspecially if you're poppin' bullshit\nThe E-A-Z-Y and to the E\nExpressin' a thought, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n\nYeah, that shit was funky\nLast but not least is the muthafuckin'\nD.O.C., this is yo' album, so that\nMeans you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n\nSwingin', singin', a brand new rap\nOn a rhythm, concocted by my homie in the back and\nIf it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\nBut to me it's kinda cool, (tell 'em why), I'm makin' money\nTrippin' up the man wit' the swift hand movement\nProvin' if you're groovin', then it's cool when he be doin' it\nTakin' a second for me to blow ya mind\n'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit' rock\nBut I was smart, the D-O to the C knowin' the formula\nIt's rough, I mean it's funky enough for me\nAnd you can have a listen, nothin' after this and\nD-O-N-T M-O-V-E yo, wit'out permission\nFrom the D-O to the C, I'm just better than\nThe normal man, and I'll be damned if a sucker can\nEver compete, wit' the elite\nMuch less beat, it's like dancin' wit' 2 left feet\nNever smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\nOr I'mma send ya ass right to the temple of doom\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nNow I'm wit' NWA, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n\nYeah, yeah, that shit was stupid def\nBut right about now we gotta send a shout out\nTo everybody that helped put this muthafuckin' project together\nThat's word, word 'em up\nPeace is dedicated to the homeboy Eazy-E\nIce Cube\nM.C. Ren\nD.J. Yella\nAnd these all the homies from the gang NWA ya know what I'm sayin'?\n\nL.A. Dre\nStan \"The Guitar Man\"\nDonovan\nMichel'le\nD.J. Speed\nMy homeboys Yomo & Maulkie\nThe super-dope manager Jerry Heller\nAnd of course the rest of the Ruthless and Comptown posse\nWord 'em up!\nShut the fuck up! Aaaahhh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.01] Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\n[00:02.62] This is Dr. Dre in full effect\n[00:04.52] And we gonna kick it off a little somethin' like this\n[00:06.90] We got my mella Yella Boy on the drums\n[00:08.79] We got Stan \"The Guitar Man\" droppin' the rhythm\n[00:11.66] We got L.A. Dre on the keyboards\n[00:13.56] And I want the whole posse in this muthafucka\n[00:15.74] To rock on this funky ass beat we fittin' to drop, aight\n[00:18.51] So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthafucka, run it\n[00:22.47] Picture a nigga that's raw\n[00:24.21] Amplify his ass, and what you see is what's saw\n[00:26.42] Muthafuckas I slaughter, blow 'em out the water\n[00:28.64] Word to me, fuck the father\n[00:30.74] My medley is deadly, as a pin in a hand grenade\n[00:33.01] 5 seconds before you get played\n[00:35.26] You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\n[00:37.59] Ever see a sucker scattered? It'd make ya throw up\n[00:39.63] Then I take advantage, you can't manage\n[00:41.56] To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\n[00:43.75] Hit up Ice Cube, tear shit up\n[00:45.99] Like a dude you can bet on, collide like a head-on\n[00:48.22] Collision, stutter steppin' is an incision\n[00:50.56] Of a nigga saying exactly what I vision\n[00:52.57] Because I'm gone, you think I left you all\n[00:54.65] But I stay in ya ass, like cholestreol\n[00:56.86] When I blast, I'm solid as Alcatraz\n[00:59.00] And if you escape, you better swim fast\n[01:01.27] 'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\n[01:03.43] And the capital punishment's the penalty\n[01:05.60] Sit in the electric chair, grab a hold\n[01:07.67] Pull the switch, ya body twitch, ya eyes explode\n[01:09.85] Out your skull, 'cause being dull on a flow\n[01:12.02] Is a N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\n[01:14.20] Off, and show off, to throw off, the law\n[01:16.36] Turn, take 10 spaces, then draw\n[01:18.61] What's left is a muthafucka dead in the alley\n[01:20.87] Ice Cube is the shit on The Grand Finale\n[01:22.71] Yeah, yeah that was funky but now we need the\n[01:24.96] Muthafuckin' ruthless villian to speak, so kick it\n[01:27.28] The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\n[01:29.09] So let weak muthafuckas turn to dust\n[01:31.27] If you're weak, it ain't your fault, just take a\n[01:33.70] Kick in the ass, and get turn into a pillar of salt\n[01:35.83] And niggas that bite me just to taste me\n[01:37.61] I make the punk muthafuckas buckle up for safety\n[01:40.01] And those that don't, they caught from the flash\n[01:42.28] And scream like a bitch, when he's caught in a whiplash\n[01:44.50] Givin' him pain 'cause I'm urgin'\n[01:46.65] Rearrange their muthafuckin' face like a surgeon\n[01:48.75] It ain't no excuse for the torture deliverin'\n[01:50.95] Don't say ya not scared, yo I can tell 'cause your shiverin'\n[01:53.05] Lyrics labeled wit' an X and not a G\n[01:55.28] I said fuck the police, yo, so now they're after me\n[01:57.42] I'm wanted by the law so I stay low\n[01:59.52] Representin' the pimp, while bitches make me my dough\n[02:01.63] In a different stage, I must've went on a rampage\n[02:03.98] Me and the D.O.C. are always hittin' the front page\n[02:06.03] For what, for stealin' and steppin' up to the shelf\n[02:08.20] And when I enter the party, niggas shit on their self\n[02:10.43] And for what? Maybe 'cause I'm Ren\n[02:12.53] And when they clean up the shit, yo, they do it again\n[02:14.68] So fuck it, sit back cool and relax\n[02:16.87] While Eazy, busses the facts, kickin' The Grand Finale\n[02:18.95] Yeah, y'all know what time it is, Eazy\n[02:21.20] Muthafuckin' E is in the house doin' damage\n[02:23.34] They made it easy for me to come off like the enforcer\n[02:25.57] Mass murderin' muthafuckas in the course of\n[02:27.76] An everyday, situation where I would stalk by\n[02:29.85] Fuck a car, I do a muthafuckin' walk-by\n[02:31.93] Eazy-E an', the D-O to the C an'\n[02:34.15] Run house, and yo there be no disagreein'\n[02:36.45] 'Cause if there is some, you feelin' staticky\n[02:38.60] Then I'm arrested, (for what), assault and battery\n[02:40.66] Never outdone, only outdoin'\n[02:42.98] Lovin' the bitches and leave the hoes boo-hooin'\n[02:45.01] Why? 'Cause they're addicted, to what my dick did\n[02:47.18] The pleasure and pain, the wing-ding inflicted\n[02:49.35] (Yeah) they'll never forget what's done in bed\n[02:51.51] By Eazy, the name of a Compton hard-head\n[02:53.73] Cool, but loco like loc, never broke\n[02:55.81] 'Cause it pays to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\n[02:58.07] I don't give a fuck about fame\n[03:00.29] I rather deal with a number than a muthafuckin' name (word)\n[03:02.39] Get me paid and then rap\n[03:04.59] 'Cause all that other bullshit wit'out money ain't jack\n[03:06.62] Eazy, but not that easy to deal with\n[03:08.83] Especially if you're poppin' bullshit\n[03:11.08] The E-A-Z-Y and to the E\n[03:13.15] Expressin' a thought, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n[03:15.34] Yeah, that shit was funky\n[03:17.50] Last but not least is the muthafuckin'\n[03:19.79] D.O.C., this is yo' album, so that\n[03:21.82] Means you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n[03:24.08] Swingin', singin', a brand new rap\n[03:26.15] On a rhythm, concocted by my homie in the back and\n[03:28.32] If it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\n[03:30.51] But to me it's kinda cool, (tell 'em why), I'm makin' money\n[03:32.62] Trippin' up the man wit' the swift hand movement\n[03:34.89] Provin' if you're groovin', then it's cool when he be doin' it\n[03:36.97] Takin' a second for me to blow ya mind\n[03:39.15] 'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit' rock\n[03:41.24] But I was smart, the D-O to the C knowin' the formula\n[03:43.51] It's rough, I mean it's funky enough for me\n[03:45.65] And you can have a listen, nothin' after this and\n[03:47.80] D-O-N-T M-O-V-E yo, wit'out permission\n[03:50.08] From the D-O to the C, I'm just better than\n[03:52.26] The normal man, and I'll be damned if a sucker can\n[03:54.48] Ever compete, wit' the elite\n[03:56.64] Much less beat, it's like dancin' wit' 2 left feet\n[03:58.88] Never smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\n[04:00.92] Or I'mma send ya ass right to the temple of doom\n[04:03.05] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[04:05.26] Now I'm wit' NWA, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n[04:07.41] Yeah, yeah, that shit was stupid def\n[04:09.65] But right about now we gotta send a shout out\n[04:11.75] To everybody that helped put this muthafuckin' project together\n[04:13.93] That's word, word 'em up\n[04:15.48] Peace is dedicated to the homeboy Eazy-E\n[04:17.94] Ice Cube\n[04:18.89] M.C. 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Ren\n  start_ms: 258890\n  end_ms: 259820\n- text: D.J. Yella\n  start_ms: 259820\n  end_ms: 260740\n- text: And these all the homies from the gang NWA ya know what I'm sayin'?\n  start_ms: 260740\n  end_ms: 263880\n- text: L.A. Dre\n  start_ms: 263880\n  end_ms: 264750\n- text: Stan \"The Guitar Man\"\n  start_ms: 264750\n  end_ms: 265840\n- text: Donovan\n  start_ms: 265840\n  end_ms: 266830\n- text: Michel'le\n  start_ms: 266830\n  end_ms: 268090\n- text: D.J. Speed\n  start_ms: 268090\n  end_ms: 268950\n- text: My homeboys Yomo & Maulkie\n  start_ms: 268950\n  end_ms: 270650\n- text: The super-dope manager Jerry Heller\n  start_ms: 270650\n  end_ms: 272770\n- text: And of course the rest of the Ruthless and Comptown posse\n  start_ms: 272770\n  end_ms: 275520\n- text: Word 'em up!\n  start_ms: 275520\n  end_ms: 276710\n- text: Shut the fuck up! Aaaahhh!\n  start_ms: 276710\n  end_ms: 278510\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 278510\nplain: |-\n  Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\n  This is Dr. Dre in full effect\n  And we gonna kick it off a little somethin' like this\n  We got my mella Yella Boy on the drums\n  We got Stan \"The Guitar Man\" droppin' the rhythm\n  We got L.A. Dre on the keyboards\n  And I want the whole posse in this muthafucka\n  To rock on this funky ass beat we fittin' to drop, aight\n  So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthafucka, run it\n\n  Picture a nigga that's raw\n  Amplify his ass, and what you see is what's saw\n  Muthafuckas I slaughter, blow 'em out the water\n  Word to me, fuck the father\n  My medley is deadly, as a pin in a hand grenade\n  5 seconds before you get played\n  You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\n  Ever see a sucker scattered? It'd make ya throw up\n  Then I take advantage, you can't manage\n  To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\n  Hit up Ice Cube, tear shit up\n  Like a dude you can bet on, collide like a head-on\n  Collision, stutter steppin' is an incision\n  Of a nigga saying exactly what I vision\n  Because I'm gone, you think I left you all\n  But I stay in ya ass, like cholestreol\n  When I blast, I'm solid as Alcatraz\n  And if you escape, you better swim fast\n  'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\n  And the capital punishment's the penalty\n  Sit in the electric chair, grab a hold\n  Pull the switch, ya body twitch, ya eyes explode\n  Out your skull, 'cause being dull on a flow\n  Is a N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\n  Off, and show off, to throw off, the law\n  Turn, take 10 spaces, then draw\n  What's left is a muthafucka dead in the alley\n  Ice Cube is the shit on The Grand Finale\n\n  Yeah, yeah that was funky but now we need the\n  Muthafuckin' ruthless villian to speak, so kick it\n\n  The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\n  So let weak muthafuckas turn to dust\n  If you're weak, it ain't your fault, just take a\n  Kick in the ass, and get turn into a pillar of salt\n  And niggas that bite me just to taste me\n  I make the punk muthafuckas buckle up for safety\n  And those that don't, they caught from the flash\n  And scream like a bitch, when he's caught in a whiplash\n  Givin' him pain 'cause I'm urgin'\n  Rearrange their muthafuckin' face like a surgeon\n  It ain't no excuse for the torture deliverin'\n  Don't say ya not scared, yo I can tell 'cause your shiverin'\n  Lyrics labeled wit' an X and not a G\n  I said fuck the police, yo, so now they're after me\n  I'm wanted by the law so I stay low\n  Representin' the pimp, while bitches make me my dough\n  In a different stage, I must've went on a rampage\n  Me and the D.O.C. are always hittin' the front page\n  For what, for stealin' and steppin' up to the shelf\n  And when I enter the party, niggas shit on their self\n  And for what? Maybe 'cause I'm Ren\n  And when they clean up the shit, yo, they do it again\n  So fuck it, sit back cool and relax\n  While Eazy, busses the facts, kickin' The Grand Finale\n\n  Yeah, y'all know what time it is, Eazy\n  Muthafuckin' E is in the house doin' damage\n\n  They made it easy for me to come off like the enforcer\n  Mass murderin' muthafuckas in the course of\n  An everyday, situation where I would stalk by\n  Fuck a car, I do a muthafuckin' walk-by\n  Eazy-E an', the D-O to the C an'\n  Run house, and yo there be no disagreein'\n  'Cause if there is some, you feelin' staticky\n  Then I'm arrested, (for what), assault and battery\n  Never outdone, only outdoin'\n  Lovin' the bitches and leave the hoes boo-hooin'\n  Why? 'Cause they're addicted, to what my dick did\n  The pleasure and pain, the wing-ding inflicted\n  (Yeah) they'll never forget what's done in bed\n  By Eazy, the name of a Compton hard-head\n  Cool, but loco like loc, never broke\n  'Cause it pays to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\n  I don't give a fuck about fame\n  I rather deal with a number than a muthafuckin' name (word)\n  Get me paid and then rap\n  'Cause all that other bullshit wit'out money ain't jack\n  Eazy, but not that easy to deal with\n  Especially if you're poppin' bullshit\n  The E-A-Z-Y and to the E\n  Expressin' a thought, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n\n  Yeah, that shit was funky\n  Last but not least is the muthafuckin'\n  D.O.C., this is yo' album, so that\n  Means you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n\n  Swingin', singin', a brand new rap\n  On a rhythm, concocted by my homie in the back and\n  If it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\n  But to me it's kinda cool, (tell 'em why), I'm makin' money\n  Trippin' up the man wit' the swift hand movement\n  Provin' if you're groovin', then it's cool when he be doin' it\n  Takin' a second for me to blow ya mind\n  'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit' rock\n  But I was smart, the D-O to the C knowin' the formula\n  It's rough, I mean it's funky enough for me\n  And you can have a listen, nothin' after this and\n  D-O-N-T M-O-V-E yo, wit'out permission\n  From the D-O to the C, I'm just better than\n  The normal man, and I'll be damned if a sucker can\n  Ever compete, wit' the elite\n  Much less beat, it's like dancin' wit' 2 left feet\n  Never smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\n  Or I'mma send ya ass right to the temple of doom\n  I got raw when I came to Cali\n  Now I'm wit' NWA, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n\n  Yeah, yeah, that shit was stupid def\n  But right about now we gotta send a shout out\n  To everybody that helped put this muthafuckin' project together\n  That's word, word 'em up\n  Peace is dedicated to the homeboy Eazy-E\n  Ice Cube\n  M.C. Ren\n  D.J. Yella\n  And these all the homies from the gang NWA ya know what I'm sayin'?\n\n  L.A. Dre\n  Stan \"The Guitar Man\"\n  Donovan\n  Michel'le\n  D.J. Speed\n  My homeboys Yomo & Maulkie\n  The super-dope manager Jerry Heller\n  And of course the rest of the Ruthless and Comptown posse\n  Word 'em up!\n  Shut the fuck up! Aaaahhh!\n"},{"id":12735621,"name":"The Grand Finale","trackName":"The Grand Finale","artistName":"D.O.C.","albumName":"No One Can Do It Better","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\nThis is Dr. Dre in full effect\nAnd we gonna kick it off a little somethin' like this\nWe got my mella Yella Boy on the drums\nWe got Stan \"The Guitar Man\" droppin' the rhythm\nWe got L.A. Dre on the keyboards\nAnd I want the whole posse in this muthafucka\nTo rock on this funky ass beat we fittin' to drop, aight\nSo Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthafucka, run it\n\nPicture a nigga that's raw\nAmplify his ass, and what you see is what's saw\nMuthafuckas I slaughter, blow 'em out the water\nWord to me, fuck the father\nMy medley is deadly, as a pin in a hand grenade\n5 seconds before you get played\nYou can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\nEver see a sucker scattered? It'd make ya throw up\nThen I take advantage, you can't manage\nTo get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\nHit up Ice Cube, tear shit up\nLike a dude you can bet on, collide like a head-on\nCollision, stutter steppin' is an incision\nOf a nigga saying exactly what I vision\nBecause I'm gone, you think I left you all\nBut I stay in ya ass, like cholestreol\nWhen I blast, I'm solid as Alcatraz\nAnd if you escape, you better swim fast\n'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\nAnd the capital punishment's the penalty\nSit in the electric chair, grab a hold\nPull the switch, ya body twitch, ya eyes explode\nOut your skull, 'cause being dull on a flow\nIs a N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\nOff, and show off, to throw off, the law\nTurn, take 10 spaces, then draw\nWhat's left is a muthafucka dead in the alley\nIce Cube is the shit on The Grand Finale\n\nYeah, yeah that was funky but now we need the\nMuthafuckin' ruthless villian to speak, so kick it\n\nThe grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\nSo let weak muthafuckas turn to dust\nIf you're weak, it ain't your fault, just take a\nKick in the ass, and get turn into a pillar of salt\nAnd niggas that bite me just to taste me\nI make the punk muthafuckas buckle up for safety\nAnd those that don't, they caught from the flash\nAnd scream like a bitch, when he's caught in a whiplash\nGivin' him pain 'cause I'm urgin'\nRearrange their muthafuckin' face like a surgeon\nIt ain't no excuse for the torture deliverin'\nDon't say ya not scared, yo I can tell 'cause your shiverin'\nLyrics labeled wit' an X and not a G\nI said fuck the police, yo, so now they're after me\nI'm wanted by the law so I stay low\nRepresentin' the pimp, while bitches make me my dough\nIn a different stage, I must've went on a rampage\nMe and the D.O.C. are always hittin' the front page\nFor what, for stealin' and steppin' up to the shelf\nAnd when I enter the party, niggas shit on their self\nAnd for what? Maybe 'cause I'm Ren\nAnd when they clean up the shit, yo, they do it again\nSo fuck it, sit back cool and relax\nWhile Eazy, busses the facts, kickin' The Grand Finale\n\nYeah, y'all know what time it is, Eazy\nMuthafuckin' E is in the house doin' damage\n\nThey made it easy for me to come off like the enforcer\nMass murderin' muthafuckas in the course of\nAn everyday, situation where I would stalk by\nFuck a car, I do a muthafuckin' walk-by\nEazy-E an', the D-O to the C an'\nRun house, and yo there be no disagreein'\n'Cause if there is some, you feelin' staticky\nThen I'm arrested, (for what), assault and battery\nNever outdone, only outdoin'\nLovin' the bitches and leave the hoes boo-hooin'\nWhy? 'Cause they're addicted, to what my dick did\nThe pleasure and pain, the wing-ding inflicted\n(Yeah) they'll never forget what's done in bed\nBy Eazy, the name of a Compton hard-head\nCool, but loco like loc, never broke\n'Cause it pays to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\nI don't give a fuck about fame\nI rather deal with a number than a muthafuckin' name (word)\nGet me paid and then rap\n'Cause all that other bullshit wit'out money ain't jack\nEazy, but not that easy to deal with\nEspecially if you're poppin' bullshit\nThe E-A-Z-Y and to the E\nExpressin' a thought, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n\nYeah, that shit was funky\nLast but not least is the muthafuckin'\nD.O.C., this is yo' album, so that\nMeans you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n\nSwingin', singin', a brand new rap\nOn a rhythm, concocted by my homie in the back and\nIf it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\nBut to me it's kinda cool, (tell 'em why), I'm makin' money\nTrippin' up the man wit' the swift hand movement\nProvin' if you're groovin', then it's cool when he be doin' it\nTakin' a second for me to blow ya mind\n'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit' rock\nBut I was smart, the D-O to the C knowin' the formula\nIt's rough, I mean it's funky enough for me\nAnd you can have a listen, nothin' after this and\nD-O-N-T M-O-V-E yo, wit'out permission\nFrom the D-O to the C, I'm just better than\nThe normal man, and I'll be damned if a sucker can\nEver compete, wit' the elite\nMuch less beat, it's like dancin' wit' 2 left feet\nNever smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\nOr I'mma send ya ass right to the temple of doom\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nNow I'm wit' NWA, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n\nYeah, yeah, that shit was stupid def\nBut right about now we gotta send a shout out\nTo everybody that helped put this muthafuckin' project together\nThat's word, word 'em up\nPeace is dedicated to the homeboy Eazy-E\nIce Cube\nM.C. Ren\nD.J. Yella\nAnd these all the homies from the gang NWA ya know what I'm sayin'?\n\nL.A. Dre\nStan \"The Guitar Man\"\nDonovan\nMichel'le\nD.J. Speed\nMy homeboys Yomo & Maulkie\nThe super-dope manager Jerry Heller\nAnd of course the rest of the Ruthless and Comptown posse\nWord 'em up!\nShut the fuck up! Aaaahhh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.07] Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\n[00:02.67] This is Dr. Dre in full effect\n[00:04.55] And we gonna kick it off a little somethin' like this\n[00:06.96] We got my mella Yella Boy on the drums\n[00:08.76] We got Stan \"The Guitar Man\" droppin' the rhythm\n[00:11.65] We got L.A. Dre on the keyboards\n[00:13.56] And I want the whole posse in this muthafucka\n[00:15.72] To rock on this funky ass beat we fittin' to drop, aight\n[00:18.59] So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthafucka, run it\n[00:22.43] Picture a nigga that's raw\n[00:24.25] Amplify his ass, and what you see is what's saw\n[00:26.44] Muthafuckas I slaughter, blow 'em out the water\n[00:28.68] Word to me, fuck the father\n[00:30.73] My medley is deadly, as a pin in a hand grenade\n[00:33.02] 5 seconds before you get played\n[00:35.25] You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\n[00:37.51] Ever see a sucker scattered? It'd make ya throw up\n[00:39.68] Then I take advantage, you can't manage\n[00:41.57] To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\n[00:43.72] Hit up Ice Cube, tear shit up\n[00:45.93] Like a dude you can bet on, collide like a head-on\n[00:48.22] Collision, stutter steppin' is an incision\n[00:50.51] Of a nigga saying exactly what I vision\n[00:52.59] Because I'm gone, you think I left you all\n[00:54.61] But I stay in ya ass, like cholestreol\n[00:56.83] When I blast, I'm solid as Alcatraz\n[00:59.07] And if you escape, you better swim fast\n[01:01.25] 'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\n[01:03.42] And the capital punishment's the penalty\n[01:05.62] Sit in the electric chair, grab a hold\n[01:07.68] Pull the switch, ya body twitch, ya eyes explode\n[01:09.89] Out your skull, 'cause being dull on a flow\n[01:12.00] Is a N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\n[01:14.23] Off, and show off, to throw off, the law\n[01:16.37] Turn, take 10 spaces, then draw\n[01:18.66] What's left is a muthafucka dead in the alley\n[01:20.89] Ice Cube is the shit on The Grand Finale\n[01:22.72] Yeah, yeah that was funky but now we need the\n[01:24.98] Muthafuckin' ruthless villian to speak, so kick it\n[01:27.28] The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\n[01:29.06] So let weak muthafuckas turn to dust\n[01:31.23] If you're weak, it ain't your fault, just take a\n[01:33.73] Kick in the ass, and get turn into a pillar of salt\n[01:35.84] And niggas that bite me just to taste me\n[01:37.67] I make the punk muthafuckas buckle up for safety\n[01:40.05] And those that don't, they caught from the flash\n[01:42.29] And scream like a bitch, when he's caught in a whiplash\n[01:44.58] Givin' him pain 'cause I'm urgin'\n[01:46.63] Rearrange their muthafuckin' face like a surgeon\n[01:48.76] It ain't no excuse for the torture deliverin'\n[01:50.90] Don't say ya not scared, yo I can tell 'cause your shiverin'\n[01:53.07] Lyrics labeled wit' an X and not a G\n[01:55.28] I said fuck the police, yo, so now they're after me\n[01:57.41] I'm wanted by the law so I stay low\n[01:59.57] Representin' the pimp, while bitches make me my dough\n[02:01.60] In a different stage, I must've went on a rampage\n[02:03.95] Me and the D.O.C. are always hittin' the front page\n[02:06.04] For what, for stealin' and steppin' up to the shelf\n[02:08.25] And when I enter the party, niggas shit on their self\n[02:10.48] And for what? Maybe 'cause I'm Ren\n[02:12.57] And when they clean up the shit, yo, they do it again\n[02:14.64] So fuck it, sit back cool and relax\n[02:16.87] While Eazy, busses the facts, kickin' The Grand Finale\n[02:18.97] Yeah, y'all know what time it is, Eazy\n[02:21.19] Muthafuckin' E is in the house doin' damage\n[02:23.34] They made it easy for me to come off like the enforcer\n[02:25.53] Mass murderin' muthafuckas in the course of\n[02:27.78] An everyday, situation where I would stalk by\n[02:29.86] Fuck a car, I do a muthafuckin' walk-by\n[02:31.92] Eazy-E an', the D-O to the C an'\n[02:34.17] Run house, and yo there be no disagreein'\n[02:36.43] 'Cause if there is some, you feelin' staticky\n[02:38.66] Then I'm arrested, (for what), assault and battery\n[02:40.60] Never outdone, only outdoin'\n[02:42.98] Lovin' the bitches and leave the hoes boo-hooin'\n[02:45.03] Why? 'Cause they're addicted, to what my dick did\n[02:47.16] The pleasure and pain, the wing-ding inflicted\n[02:49.36] (Yeah) they'll never forget what's done in bed\n[02:51.51] By Eazy, the name of a Compton hard-head\n[02:53.79] Cool, but loco like loc, never broke\n[02:55.83] 'Cause it pays to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\n[02:58.02] I don't give a fuck about fame\n[03:00.27] I rather deal with a number than a muthafuckin' name (word)\n[03:02.32] Get me paid and then rap\n[03:04.53] 'Cause all that other bullshit wit'out money ain't jack\n[03:06.64] Eazy, but not that easy to deal with\n[03:08.83] Especially if you're poppin' bullshit\n[03:11.09] The E-A-Z-Y and to the E\n[03:13.19] Expressin' a thought, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n[03:15.39] Yeah, that shit was funky\n[03:17.56] Last but not least is the muthafuckin'\n[03:19.76] D.O.C., this is yo' album, so that\n[03:21.83] Means you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n[03:24.04] Swingin', singin', a brand new rap\n[03:26.14] On a rhythm, concocted by my homie in the back and\n[03:28.32] If it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\n[03:30.57] But to me it's kinda cool, (tell 'em why), I'm makin' money\n[03:32.68] Trippin' up the man wit' the swift hand movement\n[03:34.80] Provin' if you're groovin', then it's cool when he be doin' it\n[03:36.94] Takin' a second for me to blow ya mind\n[03:39.10] 'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit' rock\n[03:41.27] But I was smart, the D-O to the C knowin' the formula\n[03:43.56] It's rough, I mean it's funky enough for me\n[03:45.67] And you can have a listen, nothin' after this and\n[03:47.87] D-O-N-T M-O-V-E yo, wit'out permission\n[03:50.03] From the D-O to the C, I'm just better than\n[03:52.20] The normal man, and I'll be damned if a sucker can\n[03:54.43] Ever compete, wit' the elite\n[03:56.60] Much less beat, it's like dancin' wit' 2 left feet\n[03:58.82] Never smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\n[04:00.93] Or I'mma send ya ass right to the temple of doom\n[04:03.04] I got raw when I came to Cali\n[04:05.24] Now I'm wit' NWA, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n[04:07.41] Yeah, yeah, that shit was stupid def\n[04:09.66] But right about now we gotta send a shout out\n[04:11.78] To everybody that helped put this muthafuckin' project together\n[04:13.96] That's word, word 'em up\n[04:15.49] Peace is dedicated to the homeboy Eazy-E\n[04:17.97] Ice Cube\n[04:18.85] M.C. Ren\n[04:19.88] D.J. Yella\n[04:20.74] And these all the homies from the gang NWA ya know what I'm sayin'?\n[04:23.82] L.A. Dre\n[04:24.72] Stan \"The Guitar Man\"\n[04:25.89] Donovan\n[04:26.87] Michel'le\n[04:28.05] D.J. Speed\n[04:28.96] My homeboys Yomo & Maulkie\n[04:30.65] The super-dope manager Jerry Heller\n[04:32.74] And of course the rest of the Ruthless and Comptown posse\n[04:35.50] Word 'em up!\n[04:36.76] Shut the fuck up! Aaaahhh!\n[04:38.51] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Grand Finale\n  artist: D.O.C.\n  album: No One Can Do It Better\n  duration_ms: 279000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\n  start_ms: 70\n  end_ms: 2670\n- text: This is Dr. Dre in full effect\n  start_ms: 2670\n  end_ms: 4550\n- text: And we gonna kick it off a little somethin' like this\n  start_ms: 4550\n  end_ms: 6960\n- text: We got my mella Yella Boy on the drums\n  start_ms: 6960\n  end_ms: 8760\n- text: We got Stan \"The Guitar Man\" droppin' the rhythm\n  start_ms: 8760\n  end_ms: 11650\n- text: We got L.A. 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It'd make ya throw up\n  start_ms: 37510\n  end_ms: 39680\n- text: Then I take advantage, you can't manage\n  start_ms: 39680\n  end_ms: 41570\n- text: To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\n  start_ms: 41570\n  end_ms: 43720\n- text: Hit up Ice Cube, tear shit up\n  start_ms: 43720\n  end_ms: 45930\n- text: Like a dude you can bet on, collide like a head-on\n  start_ms: 45930\n  end_ms: 48220\n- text: Collision, stutter steppin' is an incision\n  start_ms: 48220\n  end_ms: 50510\n- text: Of a nigga saying exactly what I vision\n  start_ms: 50510\n  end_ms: 52590\n- text: Because I'm gone, you think I left you all\n  start_ms: 52590\n  end_ms: 54610\n- text: But I stay in ya ass, like cholestreol\n  start_ms: 54610\n  end_ms: 56830\n- text: When I blast, I'm solid as Alcatraz\n  start_ms: 56830\n  end_ms: 59070\n- text: And if you escape, you better swim fast\n  start_ms: 59070\n  end_ms: 61250\n- text: '''Cause I''ll catch ya, physically and mentally'\n  start_ms: 61250\n  end_ms: 63420\n- text: And the capital punishment's the penalty\n  start_ms: 63420\n  end_ms: 65620\n- text: Sit in the electric chair, grab a hold\n  start_ms: 65620\n  end_ms: 67680\n- text: Pull the switch, ya body twitch, ya eyes explode\n  start_ms: 67680\n  end_ms: 69890\n- text: Out your skull, 'cause being dull on a flow\n  start_ms: 69890\n  end_ms: 72000\n- text: Is a N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\n  start_ms: 72000\n  end_ms: 74230\n- text: Off, and show off, to throw off, the law\n  start_ms: 74230\n  end_ms: 76370\n- text: Turn, take 10 spaces, then draw\n  start_ms: 76370\n  end_ms: 78660\n- text: What's left is a muthafucka dead in the alley\n  start_ms: 78660\n  end_ms: 80890\n- text: Ice Cube is the shit on The Grand Finale\n  start_ms: 80890\n  end_ms: 82720\n- text: Yeah, yeah that was funky but now we need the\n  start_ms: 82720\n  end_ms: 84980\n- text: Muthafuckin' ruthless villian to speak, so kick it\n  start_ms: 84980\n  end_ms: 87280\n- text: The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\n  start_ms: 87280\n  end_ms: 89060\n- text: So let weak muthafuckas turn to dust\n  start_ms: 89060\n  end_ms: 91230\n- text: If you're weak, it ain't your fault, just take a\n  start_ms: 91230\n  end_ms: 93730\n- text: Kick in the ass, and get turn into a pillar of salt\n  start_ms: 93730\n  end_ms: 95840\n- text: And niggas that bite me just to taste me\n  start_ms: 95840\n  end_ms: 97670\n- text: I make the punk muthafuckas buckle up for safety\n  start_ms: 97670\n  end_ms: 100050\n- text: And those that don't, they caught from the flash\n  start_ms: 100050\n  end_ms: 102290\n- text: And scream like a bitch, when he's caught in a whiplash\n  start_ms: 102290\n  end_ms: 104580\n- text: Givin' him pain 'cause I'm urgin'\n  start_ms: 104580\n  end_ms: 106630\n- text: Rearrange their muthafuckin' face like a surgeon\n  start_ms: 106630\n  end_ms: 108760\n- text: It ain't no excuse for the torture deliverin'\n  start_ms: 108760\n  end_ms: 110900\n- text: Don't say ya not scared, yo I can tell 'cause your shiverin'\n  start_ms: 110900\n  end_ms: 113070\n- text: Lyrics labeled wit' an X and not a G\n  start_ms: 113070\n  end_ms: 115280\n- text: I said fuck the police, yo, so now they're after me\n  start_ms: 115280\n  end_ms: 117410\n- text: I'm wanted by the law so I stay low\n  start_ms: 117410\n  end_ms: 119570\n- text: Representin' the pimp, while bitches make me my dough\n  start_ms: 119570\n  end_ms: 121600\n- text: In a different stage, I must've went on a rampage\n  start_ms: 121600\n  end_ms: 123950\n- text: Me and the D.O.C. are always hittin' the front page\n  start_ms: 123950\n  end_ms: 126040\n- text: For what, for stealin' and steppin' up to the shelf\n  start_ms: 126040\n  end_ms: 128250\n- text: And when I enter the party, niggas shit on their self\n  start_ms: 128250\n  end_ms: 130480\n- text: And for what? Maybe 'cause I'm Ren\n  start_ms: 130480\n  end_ms: 132570\n- text: And when they clean up the shit, yo, they do it again\n  start_ms: 132570\n  end_ms: 134640\n- text: So fuck it, sit back cool and relax\n  start_ms: 134640\n  end_ms: 136870\n- text: While Eazy, busses the facts, kickin' The Grand Finale\n  start_ms: 136870\n  end_ms: 138970\n- text: Yeah, y'all know what time it is, Eazy\n  start_ms: 138970\n  end_ms: 141190\n- text: Muthafuckin' E is in the house doin' damage\n  start_ms: 141190\n  end_ms: 143340\n- text: They made it easy for me to come off like the enforcer\n  start_ms: 143340\n  end_ms: 145530\n- text: Mass murderin' muthafuckas in the course of\n  start_ms: 145530\n  end_ms: 147780\n- text: An everyday, situation where I would stalk by\n  start_ms: 147780\n  end_ms: 149860\n- text: Fuck a car, I do a muthafuckin' walk-by\n  start_ms: 149860\n  end_ms: 151920\n- text: Eazy-E an', the D-O to the C an'\n  start_ms: 151920\n  end_ms: 154170\n- text: Run house, and yo there be no disagreein'\n  start_ms: 154170\n  end_ms: 156430\n- text: '''Cause if there is some, you feelin'' staticky'\n  start_ms: 156430\n  end_ms: 158660\n- text: Then I'm arrested, (for what), assault and battery\n  start_ms: 158660\n  end_ms: 160600\n- text: Never outdone, only outdoin'\n  start_ms: 160600\n  end_ms: 162980\n- text: Lovin' the bitches and leave the hoes boo-hooin'\n  start_ms: 162980\n  end_ms: 165030\n- text: Why? 'Cause they're addicted, to what my dick did\n  start_ms: 165030\n  end_ms: 167160\n- text: The pleasure and pain, the wing-ding inflicted\n  start_ms: 167160\n  end_ms: 169360\n- text: (Yeah) they'll never forget what's done in bed\n  start_ms: 169360\n  end_ms: 171510\n- text: By Eazy, the name of a Compton hard-head\n  start_ms: 171510\n  end_ms: 173790\n- text: Cool, but loco like loc, never broke\n  start_ms: 173790\n  end_ms: 175830\n- text: '''Cause it pays to be Ruthless, this is why I do this'\n  start_ms: 175830\n  end_ms: 178020\n- text: I don't give a fuck about fame\n  start_ms: 178020\n  end_ms: 180270\n- text: I rather deal with a number than a muthafuckin' name (word)\n  start_ms: 180270\n  end_ms: 182320\n- text: Get me paid and then rap\n  start_ms: 182320\n  end_ms: 184530\n- text: '''Cause all that other bullshit wit''out money ain''t jack'\n  start_ms: 184530\n  end_ms: 186640\n- text: Eazy, but not that easy to deal with\n  start_ms: 186640\n  end_ms: 188830\n- text: Especially if you're poppin' bullshit\n  start_ms: 188830\n  end_ms: 191090\n- text: The E-A-Z-Y and to the E\n  start_ms: 191090\n  end_ms: 193190\n- text: Expressin' a thought, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n  start_ms: 193190\n  end_ms: 195390\n- text: Yeah, that shit was funky\n  start_ms: 195390\n  end_ms: 197560\n- text: Last but not least is the muthafuckin'\n  start_ms: 197560\n  end_ms: 199760\n- text: D.O.C., this is yo' album, so that\n  start_ms: 199760\n  end_ms: 201830\n- text: Means you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n  start_ms: 201830\n  end_ms: 204040\n- text: Swingin', singin', a brand new rap\n  start_ms: 204040\n  end_ms: 206140\n- text: On a rhythm, concocted by my homie in the back and\n  start_ms: 206140\n  end_ms: 208320\n- text: If it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\n  start_ms: 208320\n  end_ms: 210570\n- text: But to me it's kinda cool, (tell 'em why), I'm makin' money\n  start_ms: 210570\n  end_ms: 212680\n- text: Trippin' up the man wit' the swift hand movement\n  start_ms: 212680\n  end_ms: 214800\n- text: Provin' if you're groovin', then it's cool when he be doin' it\n  start_ms: 214800\n  end_ms: 216940\n- text: Takin' a second for me to blow ya mind\n  start_ms: 216940\n  end_ms: 219100\n- text: '''Cause I''m the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would''ve been down wit'' rock'\n  start_ms: 219100\n  end_ms: 221270\n- text: But I was smart, the D-O to the C knowin' the formula\n  start_ms: 221270\n  end_ms: 223560\n- text: It's rough, I mean it's funky enough for me\n  start_ms: 223560\n  end_ms: 225670\n- text: And you can have a listen, nothin' after this and\n  start_ms: 225670\n  end_ms: 227870\n- text: D-O-N-T M-O-V-E yo, wit'out permission\n  start_ms: 227870\n  end_ms: 230030\n- text: From the D-O to the C, I'm just better than\n  start_ms: 230030\n  end_ms: 232200\n- text: The normal man, and I'll be damned if a sucker can\n  start_ms: 232200\n  end_ms: 234430\n- text: Ever compete, wit' the elite\n  start_ms: 234430\n  end_ms: 236600\n- text: Much less beat, it's like dancin' wit' 2 left feet\n  start_ms: 236600\n  end_ms: 238820\n- text: Never smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\n  start_ms: 238820\n  end_ms: 240930\n- text: Or I'mma send ya ass right to the temple of doom\n  start_ms: 240930\n  end_ms: 243040\n- text: I got raw when I came to Cali\n  start_ms: 243040\n  end_ms: 245240\n- text: Now I'm wit' NWA, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n  start_ms: 245240\n  end_ms: 247410\n- text: Yeah, yeah, that shit was stupid def\n  start_ms: 247410\n  end_ms: 249660\n- text: But right about now we gotta send a shout out\n  start_ms: 249660\n  end_ms: 251780\n- text: To everybody that helped put this muthafuckin' project together\n  start_ms: 251780\n  end_ms: 253960\n- text: That's word, word 'em up\n  start_ms: 253960\n  end_ms: 255490\n- text: Peace is dedicated to the homeboy Eazy-E\n  start_ms: 255490\n  end_ms: 257970\n- text: Ice Cube\n  start_ms: 257970\n  end_ms: 258850\n- text: M.C. Ren\n  start_ms: 258850\n  end_ms: 259880\n- text: D.J. Yella\n  start_ms: 259880\n  end_ms: 260740\n- text: And these all the homies from the gang NWA ya know what I'm sayin'?\n  start_ms: 260740\n  end_ms: 263820\n- text: L.A. Dre\n  start_ms: 263820\n  end_ms: 264720\n- text: Stan \"The Guitar Man\"\n  start_ms: 264720\n  end_ms: 265890\n- text: Donovan\n  start_ms: 265890\n  end_ms: 266870\n- text: Michel'le\n  start_ms: 266870\n  end_ms: 268050\n- text: D.J. Speed\n  start_ms: 268050\n  end_ms: 268960\n- text: My homeboys Yomo & Maulkie\n  start_ms: 268960\n  end_ms: 270650\n- text: The super-dope manager Jerry Heller\n  start_ms: 270650\n  end_ms: 272740\n- text: And of course the rest of the Ruthless and Comptown posse\n  start_ms: 272740\n  end_ms: 275500\n- text: Word 'em up!\n  start_ms: 275500\n  end_ms: 276760\n- text: Shut the fuck up! Aaaahhh!\n  start_ms: 276760\n  end_ms: 278510\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 278510\nplain: |-\n  Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\n  This is Dr. Dre in full effect\n  And we gonna kick it off a little somethin' like this\n  We got my mella Yella Boy on the drums\n  We got Stan \"The Guitar Man\" droppin' the rhythm\n  We got L.A. Dre on the keyboards\n  And I want the whole posse in this muthafucka\n  To rock on this funky ass beat we fittin' to drop, aight\n  So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthafucka, run it\n\n  Picture a nigga that's raw\n  Amplify his ass, and what you see is what's saw\n  Muthafuckas I slaughter, blow 'em out the water\n  Word to me, fuck the father\n  My medley is deadly, as a pin in a hand grenade\n  5 seconds before you get played\n  You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\n  Ever see a sucker scattered? It'd make ya throw up\n  Then I take advantage, you can't manage\n  To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\n  Hit up Ice Cube, tear shit up\n  Like a dude you can bet on, collide like a head-on\n  Collision, stutter steppin' is an incision\n  Of a nigga saying exactly what I vision\n  Because I'm gone, you think I left you all\n  But I stay in ya ass, like cholestreol\n  When I blast, I'm solid as Alcatraz\n  And if you escape, you better swim fast\n  'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\n  And the capital punishment's the penalty\n  Sit in the electric chair, grab a hold\n  Pull the switch, ya body twitch, ya eyes explode\n  Out your skull, 'cause being dull on a flow\n  Is a N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\n  Off, and show off, to throw off, the law\n  Turn, take 10 spaces, then draw\n  What's left is a muthafucka dead in the alley\n  Ice Cube is the shit on The Grand Finale\n\n  Yeah, yeah that was funky but now we need the\n  Muthafuckin' ruthless villian to speak, so kick it\n\n  The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\n  So let weak muthafuckas turn to dust\n  If you're weak, it ain't your fault, just take a\n  Kick in the ass, and get turn into a pillar of salt\n  And niggas that bite me just to taste me\n  I make the punk muthafuckas buckle up for safety\n  And those that don't, they caught from the flash\n  And scream like a bitch, when he's caught in a whiplash\n  Givin' him pain 'cause I'm urgin'\n  Rearrange their muthafuckin' face like a surgeon\n  It ain't no excuse for the torture deliverin'\n  Don't say ya not scared, yo I can tell 'cause your shiverin'\n  Lyrics labeled wit' an X and not a G\n  I said fuck the police, yo, so now they're after me\n  I'm wanted by the law so I stay low\n  Representin' the pimp, while bitches make me my dough\n  In a different stage, I must've went on a rampage\n  Me and the D.O.C. are always hittin' the front page\n  For what, for stealin' and steppin' up to the shelf\n  And when I enter the party, niggas shit on their self\n  And for what? Maybe 'cause I'm Ren\n  And when they clean up the shit, yo, they do it again\n  So fuck it, sit back cool and relax\n  While Eazy, busses the facts, kickin' The Grand Finale\n\n  Yeah, y'all know what time it is, Eazy\n  Muthafuckin' E is in the house doin' damage\n\n  They made it easy for me to come off like the enforcer\n  Mass murderin' muthafuckas in the course of\n  An everyday, situation where I would stalk by\n  Fuck a car, I do a muthafuckin' walk-by\n  Eazy-E an', the D-O to the C an'\n  Run house, and yo there be no disagreein'\n  'Cause if there is some, you feelin' staticky\n  Then I'm arrested, (for what), assault and battery\n  Never outdone, only outdoin'\n  Lovin' the bitches and leave the hoes boo-hooin'\n  Why? 'Cause they're addicted, to what my dick did\n  The pleasure and pain, the wing-ding inflicted\n  (Yeah) they'll never forget what's done in bed\n  By Eazy, the name of a Compton hard-head\n  Cool, but loco like loc, never broke\n  'Cause it pays to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\n  I don't give a fuck about fame\n  I rather deal with a number than a muthafuckin' name (word)\n  Get me paid and then rap\n  'Cause all that other bullshit wit'out money ain't jack\n  Eazy, but not that easy to deal with\n  Especially if you're poppin' bullshit\n  The E-A-Z-Y and to the E\n  Expressin' a thought, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n\n  Yeah, that shit was funky\n  Last but not least is the muthafuckin'\n  D.O.C., this is yo' album, so that\n  Means you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n\n  Swingin', singin', a brand new rap\n  On a rhythm, concocted by my homie in the back and\n  If it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\n  But to me it's kinda cool, (tell 'em why), I'm makin' money\n  Trippin' up the man wit' the swift hand movement\n  Provin' if you're groovin', then it's cool when he be doin' it\n  Takin' a second for me to blow ya mind\n  'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit' rock\n  But I was smart, the D-O to the C knowin' the formula\n  It's rough, I mean it's funky enough for me\n  And you can have a listen, nothin' after this and\n  D-O-N-T M-O-V-E yo, wit'out permission\n  From the D-O to the C, I'm just better than\n  The normal man, and I'll be damned if a sucker can\n  Ever compete, wit' the elite\n  Much less beat, it's like dancin' wit' 2 left feet\n  Never smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\n  Or I'mma send ya ass right to the temple of doom\n  I got raw when I came to Cali\n  Now I'm wit' NWA, on the muthafuckin' Grand Finale\n\n  Yeah, yeah, that shit was stupid def\n  But right about now we gotta send a shout out\n  To everybody that helped put this muthafuckin' project together\n  That's word, word 'em up\n  Peace is dedicated to the homeboy Eazy-E\n  Ice Cube\n  M.C. Ren\n  D.J. Yella\n  And these all the homies from the gang NWA ya know what I'm sayin'?\n\n  L.A. Dre\n  Stan \"The Guitar Man\"\n  Donovan\n  Michel'le\n  D.J. Speed\n  My homeboys Yomo & Maulkie\n  The super-dope manager Jerry Heller\n  And of course the rest of the Ruthless and Comptown posse\n  Word 'em up!\n  Shut the fuck up! Aaaahhh!\n"},{"id":2807797,"name":"Grand Finalé","trackName":"Grand Finalé","artistName":"The D.O.C.","albumName":"No One Can Do It Better","duration":280.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\nThis is Dr. Dre in full effect and we gonna kick it offa little somethis like\nThis\nWe got my mella yella boy on the drums, We got Stan \"the Guitar Man\"\nDropping the rhythm. We got LA Dre on the keyboard and I want the whole\nPosse in this muthaf**ka to rocl on this funky ass beat we're gonna drop\nAight, So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthaf**ka, run it\n\n(Ice Cube)\nPicture a nigga that's raw\nAmplify his ass and what you see is what's on\nMuthaf**kas I slaughter, blow em out the water\nWord to me, f**k the father\nMy melody is deadly as a pin in a handgrenade\n5 seconds before you get played\nYou can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\nEver see a sucker scatter, it'll make ya throw up\nThen I take advantage, you can't manage\nTo get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\nHit up, Ice Cube tearing shit up\nLike a dude you can bet on\nCollide like a head on\nCollision, stutter steppin is an incision\nOf a nigga saying exactly what I vision\nBecause I'm gone, you think I left you all\nBut I stay in yo' ass like cholesterol\nWhen I blast some solid ass alcatraz\nAnd if you escape, you better swim fast\n'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\nAnd the capital punishment's the penalty\nSitting in the electric chair, grab a hold\nPull the switch, yo' body twitch, your eye's explode\nOut your skull 'cause being dull on a flow\nIs an N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\nOff and show off to throw off the law\nTurn, take 10 paces then draw\nWhat's left is a muthaf**ka dead in the alley\nIce Cube is the shit on the grand finale\n\n(Dr. Dre)\nYea, yea that was funky but we need the muthaf**king villian to speak\nSo kick it\n\n(MC Ren)\nThe grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\nSo let weak muthaf**kas turn to dust\nIf you're weak it ain't my fault\nJust take a kick in the ass and get turn into a pillar of salt\nAnd niggas that's biting just to taste me\nI make the punk muthaf**kas buckle up for safety\nAnd on the dope they caught from the flash\nAnd swing like a bit when he's caught in a whiplash\nGiving him pain 'cause I'm urgent\nRearrange the muthaf**king face like a surgeon\nIt ain't no excuse for the torture delivering\nDon't say that I scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering\nLyrics label wit an X and not a G\nI say f**k the police, yo, so now they after me\nI'm wanted by the law so I stay low\nRepresenting the pimp, bitches making my dough\nIn a different stage, I must of went on a rampage\nMe and the D.O.C. are always hitting the front page\nFor what, for stealing and stepping up to the sheriff\nAnd when I enter the party, niggas shit in a?(cell pimp)?\nFor what, maybe 'cause I'm Ren\nAnd when they clean up shit, yo, they do it again\nSo f**k it, sit back cool and relax\nWhile Eazy busts the facts kicking the grande finale\n\n(Dr. Dre)\nYea, y'all know what time it is. Easy muthaf**king E is in the house doing\n\n(Eazy E)\nThe name is Eazy for me to come off like the inforcer'\nMass murder muthafukas in a course of\nAn everyday situation where I would stalk by\nF**k the car, I do a muthafuking walk-by\nEazy-E and the D.O. to the C. and\nRun house and there won't be no disagreeing\n'Cause if there is some, you feeling staticy\nThen I'm arrested (For what) assault and battery\nNever outdone, only outdoing\nLoving the bitches and the hoes boo hooing\nWhy 'cause they're addicted to my dick\nThe pleasure of pain, the wing-ding and flipped it\n(Yea) and never forget when done in bed by\nEazy, the name of a Compton hard head\nCool but local like loc never broke\n'Cause they're paid to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\nI don't give a f**k about fame\nI rather deal wit a number than a muthafuking name (word)\nGet me paid and then rap\n'Cause all the other bullshit money ain't jack\nEazy but not that Eazy to deal wit\nEspecially if you're poppin bullshit\nPut the E-A-Z-Y and to the E\nExpression of thought on the muthafuking grand finale\n\n(Dr. Dre)\nYea, that shit was funky, last but not least is the muthafuking D.O.C.\nThis is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n\n(The D.O.C.)\nSwinging, singing a brand new rap\nOn a rhythm concocted by my homie in the back and\nIf it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\nBut to me it's kinda cool (Tell 'em why), I'm making money\nTripping up the man wit the?(swig tan)? movement\nProving if you're grooving then it cool when he be doing it\nTaking a second for me to blow your mind\n'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit rock\nBut I was smart, the D.O. to the C. now on the formula\nIt's rough, I mean it's funky enuff for me\nAnd you can have a listen after that and this and\nD-O-N-'T M-O-V-E wit out permission\nFrom the D.O. to the C., I'm just better than\nThe normal man and I'll be dumb if a sucker can\nEver compete wit the elite\nMuch less beat, it's like dancing wit 2 left feet\nNever smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\nOr I'm a send ya ass to the temple of doom\nI got raw when I came to Cali\nNow wit NWA on the muthafuking grand finale\n\n(Dre)\nShout outs","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.53] Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\n[00:02.94] This is Dr. Dre in full effect and we gonna kick it offa little somethis like\n[00:05.33] This\n[00:06.99] We got my mella yella boy on the drums, We got Stan \"the Guitar Man\"\n[00:11.89] Dropping the rhythm. 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Easy muthaf**king E is in the house doing\n  start_ms: 139290\n  end_ms: 142810\n- text: (Eazy E)\n  start_ms: 142810\n  end_ms: 143310\n- text: The name is Eazy for me to come off like the inforcer'\n  start_ms: 143310\n  end_ms: 145420\n- text: Mass murder muthafukas in a course of\n  start_ms: 145420\n  end_ms: 147520\n- text: An everyday situation where I would stalk by\n  start_ms: 147520\n  end_ms: 149300\n- text: F**k the car, I do a muthafuking walk-by\n  start_ms: 149300\n  end_ms: 151590\n- text: Eazy-E and the D.O. to the C. and\n  start_ms: 151590\n  end_ms: 153960\n- text: Run house and there won't be no disagreeing\n  start_ms: 153960\n  end_ms: 156160\n- text: '''Cause if there is some, you feeling staticy'\n  start_ms: 156160\n  end_ms: 158640\n- text: Then I'm arrested (For what) assault and battery\n  start_ms: 158640\n  end_ms: 160810\n- text: Never outdone, only outdoing\n  start_ms: 160810\n  end_ms: 162670\n- text: Loving the bitches and the hoes boo hooing\n  start_ms: 162670\n  end_ms: 164710\n- text: Why 'cause they're addicted to my dick\n  start_ms: 164710\n  end_ms: 167020\n- text: The pleasure of pain, the wing-ding and flipped it\n  start_ms: 167020\n  end_ms: 169040\n- text: (Yea) and never forget when done in bed by\n  start_ms: 169040\n  end_ms: 171440\n- text: Eazy, the name of a Compton hard head\n  start_ms: 171440\n  end_ms: 173610\n- text: Cool but local like loc never broke\n  start_ms: 173610\n  end_ms: 175850\n- text: '''Cause they''re paid to be Ruthless, this is why I do this'\n  start_ms: 175850\n  end_ms: 177780\n- text: I don't give a f**k about fame\n  start_ms: 177780\n  end_ms: 179830\n- text: I rather deal wit a number than a muthafuking name (word)\n  start_ms: 179830\n  end_ms: 182660\n- text: Get me paid and then rap\n  start_ms: 182660\n  end_ms: 184350\n- text: '''Cause all the other bullshit money ain''t jack'\n  start_ms: 184350\n  end_ms: 186390\n- text: Eazy but not that Eazy to deal wit\n  start_ms: 186390\n  end_ms: 188620\n- text: Especially if you're poppin bullshit\n  start_ms: 188620\n  end_ms: 191060\n- text: Put the E-A-Z-Y and to the E\n  start_ms: 191060\n  end_ms: 193170\n- text: Expression of thought on the muthafuking grand finale\n  start_ms: 193170\n  end_ms: 195250\n- text: (Dr. Dre)\n  start_ms: 195250\n  end_ms: 197460\n- text: Yea, that shit was funky, last but not least is the muthafuking D.O.C.\n  start_ms: 197460\n  end_ms: 201100\n- text: This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n  start_ms: 201100\n  end_ms: 204670\n- text: (The D.O.C.)\n  start_ms: 204670\n  end_ms: 205230\n- text: Swinging, singing a brand new rap\n  start_ms: 205230\n  end_ms: 206300\n- text: On a rhythm concocted by my homie in the back and\n  start_ms: 206300\n  end_ms: 208970\n- text: If it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\n  start_ms: 208970\n  end_ms: 211050\n- text: But to me it's kinda cool (Tell 'em why), I'm making money\n  start_ms: 211050\n  end_ms: 212820\n- text: Tripping up the man wit the?(swig tan)? movement\n  start_ms: 212820\n  end_ms: 215800\n- text: Proving if you're grooving then it cool when he be doing it\n  start_ms: 215800\n  end_ms: 217950\n- text: Taking a second for me to blow your mind\n  start_ms: 217950\n  end_ms: 219910\n- text: '''Cause I''m the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would''ve been down wit rock'\n  start_ms: 219910\n  end_ms: 221970\n- text: But I was smart, the D.O. to the C. now on the formula\n  start_ms: 221970\n  end_ms: 224110\n- text: It's rough, I mean it's funky enuff for me\n  start_ms: 224110\n  end_ms: 226460\n- text: And you can have a listen after that and this and\n  start_ms: 226460\n  end_ms: 228180\n- text: D-O-N-'T M-O-V-E wit out permission\n  start_ms: 228180\n  end_ms: 230490\n- text: From the D.O. to the C., I'm just better than\n  start_ms: 230490\n  end_ms: 233270\n- text: The normal man and I'll be dumb if a sucker can\n  start_ms: 233270\n  end_ms: 235100\n- text: Ever compete wit the elite\n  start_ms: 235100\n  end_ms: 237130\n- text: Much less beat, it's like dancing wit 2 left feet\n  start_ms: 237130\n  end_ms: 239210\n- text: Never smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\n  start_ms: 239210\n  end_ms: 241310\n- text: Or I'm a send ya ass to the temple of doom\n  start_ms: 241310\n  end_ms: 243680\n- text: I got raw when I came to Cali\n  start_ms: 243680\n  end_ms: 245400\n- text: Now wit NWA on the muthafuking grand finale\n  start_ms: 245400\n  end_ms: 247250\n- text: (Dre)\n  start_ms: 247250\n  end_ms: 248850\n- text: Shout outs\n  start_ms: 248850\n  end_ms: 278650\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 278650\nplain: |-\n  Check this out, we've come to the last and final record\n  This is Dr. Dre in full effect and we gonna kick it offa little somethis like\n  This\n  We got my mella yella boy on the drums, We got Stan \"the Guitar Man\"\n  Dropping the rhythm. We got LA Dre on the keyboard and I want the whole\n  Posse in this muthaf**ka to rocl on this funky ass beat we're gonna drop\n  Aight, So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthaf**ka, run it\n\n  (Ice Cube)\n  Picture a nigga that's raw\n  Amplify his ass and what you see is what's on\n  Muthaf**kas I slaughter, blow em out the water\n  Word to me, f**k the father\n  My melody is deadly as a pin in a handgrenade\n  5 seconds before you get played\n  You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up\n  Ever see a sucker scatter, it'll make ya throw up\n  Then I take advantage, you can't manage\n  To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up\n  Hit up, Ice Cube tearing shit up\n  Like a dude you can bet on\n  Collide like a head on\n  Collision, stutter steppin is an incision\n  Of a nigga saying exactly what I vision\n  Because I'm gone, you think I left you all\n  But I stay in yo' ass like cholesterol\n  When I blast some solid ass alcatraz\n  And if you escape, you better swim fast\n  'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally\n  And the capital punishment's the penalty\n  Sitting in the electric chair, grab a hold\n  Pull the switch, yo' body twitch, your eye's explode\n  Out your skull 'cause being dull on a flow\n  Is an N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go\n  Off and show off to throw off the law\n  Turn, take 10 paces then draw\n  What's left is a muthaf**ka dead in the alley\n  Ice Cube is the shit on the grand finale\n\n  (Dr. Dre)\n  Yea, yea that was funky but we need the muthaf**king villian to speak\n  So kick it\n\n  (MC Ren)\n  The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust\n  So let weak muthaf**kas turn to dust\n  If you're weak it ain't my fault\n  Just take a kick in the ass and get turn into a pillar of salt\n  And niggas that's biting just to taste me\n  I make the punk muthaf**kas buckle up for safety\n  And on the dope they caught from the flash\n  And swing like a bit when he's caught in a whiplash\n  Giving him pain 'cause I'm urgent\n  Rearrange the muthaf**king face like a surgeon\n  It ain't no excuse for the torture delivering\n  Don't say that I scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering\n  Lyrics label wit an X and not a G\n  I say f**k the police, yo, so now they after me\n  I'm wanted by the law so I stay low\n  Representing the pimp, bitches making my dough\n  In a different stage, I must of went on a rampage\n  Me and the D.O.C. are always hitting the front page\n  For what, for stealing and stepping up to the sheriff\n  And when I enter the party, niggas shit in a?(cell pimp)?\n  For what, maybe 'cause I'm Ren\n  And when they clean up shit, yo, they do it again\n  So f**k it, sit back cool and relax\n  While Eazy busts the facts kicking the grande finale\n\n  (Dr. Dre)\n  Yea, y'all know what time it is. Easy muthaf**king E is in the house doing\n\n  (Eazy E)\n  The name is Eazy for me to come off like the inforcer'\n  Mass murder muthafukas in a course of\n  An everyday situation where I would stalk by\n  F**k the car, I do a muthafuking walk-by\n  Eazy-E and the D.O. to the C. and\n  Run house and there won't be no disagreeing\n  'Cause if there is some, you feeling staticy\n  Then I'm arrested (For what) assault and battery\n  Never outdone, only outdoing\n  Loving the bitches and the hoes boo hooing\n  Why 'cause they're addicted to my dick\n  The pleasure of pain, the wing-ding and flipped it\n  (Yea) and never forget when done in bed by\n  Eazy, the name of a Compton hard head\n  Cool but local like loc never broke\n  'Cause they're paid to be Ruthless, this is why I do this\n  I don't give a f**k about fame\n  I rather deal wit a number than a muthafuking name (word)\n  Get me paid and then rap\n  'Cause all the other bullshit money ain't jack\n  Eazy but not that Eazy to deal wit\n  Especially if you're poppin bullshit\n  Put the E-A-Z-Y and to the E\n  Expression of thought on the muthafuking grand finale\n\n  (Dr. Dre)\n  Yea, that shit was funky, last but not least is the muthafuking D.O.C.\n  This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it\n\n  (The D.O.C.)\n  Swinging, singing a brand new rap\n  On a rhythm concocted by my homie in the back and\n  If it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny\n  But to me it's kinda cool (Tell 'em why), I'm making money\n  Tripping up the man wit the?(swig tan)? movement\n  Proving if you're grooving then it cool when he be doing it\n  Taking a second for me to blow your mind\n  'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit rock\n  But I was smart, the D.O. to the C. now on the formula\n  It's rough, I mean it's funky enuff for me\n  And you can have a listen after that and this and\n  D-O-N-'T M-O-V-E wit out permission\n  From the D.O. to the C., I'm just better than\n  The normal man and I'll be dumb if a sucker can\n  Ever compete wit the elite\n  Much less beat, it's like dancing wit 2 left feet\n  Never smile when the D.O.C. is in the room\n  Or I'm a send ya ass to the temple of doom\n  I got raw when I came to Cali\n  Now wit NWA on the muthafuking grand finale\n\n  (Dre)\n  Shout outs\n"}]