I betcha don't wanna see the D O double G and you can't see
Uh, I'm not flaggin', but I'm just saggin'
I kicks when I grip the mic and kick shit niggaz can't fuck with
Those who wonder what happened
Handcuffed as I bust there'll be no debate
And totally surpass the norm, not a storm
Yo, now you know the path I'm on, you think you're strong
Nuff respect like a sensei, ba-bash like Van Damme
Buck 'em down with my underground tactics
Think about whoopin' some ass, but what the fuck stoppin' ya?
You're a victim, from my drive by of thoughts
Cell block four peace Doggy Dogg's done
Now you know you're outdone, feel the shot gun
From the lunatic, I'm death like arsenic
Those who don't know what happened
I'm the presenter and the inventor and the tormentor
No extensions, all attempts are to fail
'Cause it's Death Row, rollin' like the mafia
There's three types of people in the world
Rage, lyrical murderer, stranded on death row
Doin' time in the pen and the county jail
What don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slausson
You know you can't fuck with my motherfuckin' DJ
Those who are quiet, will always cause riots
MC mangler, tough like Wrangler
I'm stackin' and mackin' and packin' a ten so
It's like three and to the two and two and to the one
Plural, make it, many storms when I'm vexed
Doggy Dogg break 'em down with the motherfuckin' Dogg Pound
Sent to Death Row 'cause I wanted to make a grip from servin' my rocks
Let the ball bounce where it may, it's just another clip into my AK
Makin' videos, now I stay in Hollywood
Step to the heat and get burned like mesquite!
Shootin' at the hoes with the game that I got
So remember I go hardcore, and slam
Mobbin' with your blues on, mad as hell
Take a walk through the hood, and we up to no good
There's another dead, bang layin' lame put to shame, who's to blame?
Takin' no shit, so flip and you're bound to get dropped
I write a rhyme, hard as concrete
Slangin' on things like a real O.G. should
But let's take a travel down the blindside
Who knows what evil lurks within them
Kurupt inmate cell block one
So any nigga that claim they bossin'
See if you can travel on 'cause only the weak, will try to speak
I fly leg necks and arms in this dimension
When I kick a wicked raps, Dr. Dre will hit the scratch
Aiyyo, steppin' through the fog and creepin' through the smog
It's Rage, from cell block eight
But ain't nuttin' but a black thing bay-bee, uh
That's the only way we'll beat 'em man
Deranged, like the Hillside Strangler
I'm stranded on death row for pumpin' slugs in motherfuckers
So duck when I swing my shit
With treachery, my literary form will blast
No prevention from this lynchin' of sorts
So what you wanna do? The narrator RBX, cell block two
And now I'm servin' a lifetime sentence, there'll be no repentance
Niggaz know, the flow that I kick, there's no refill
When you're slippin', I slip the clip in, but ain't no set-trippin'
We gotta smoke 'em, then choke 'em like the motherfuckin' Peter man
Yeah, and you don't stop
It's the number one nigga from the hood Doggy Dogg
Because I wanna talk about the hearts of men
The gangsta type, what I recite's kinda lethal
And see what we find on this path called, 'Stranded on death row'
Since it's the life that I choose to lead I plead guilty on all counts
Bustin' raps for my snaps, now they call me Eastwood
Ain't nathin' but a buster
Blinded by the light, it's time you learn Braille
Facts and stacks of clips on my mattress bed frame
The D R to the E or my motherfuckin' homey D.O.C.
It's 187 on motherfuckers don't stop
Warren G is my hand and my hand's on the trigga
And it's drivin' the cops crazy
I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits
And I'm still servin' for mines, peace to my motherfuckin' homies
Me, the Lady of Rage, a woman comin' from the D E A T H in R O W
I'm murderin' niggaz, yo, and maybe because of the tone
That's my homey and we call him Warren G
And all the homies on the streets is all about peace
And you say, yeah, fuck the police
Dre is the Dr. and my homey little nigga
