The New Moon [five numbers] (A romantic musical play in two acts · Book & lyrics by Oscar Hammerstein II, Frank Mandel & Laurence Schwab) (2005 Remastered Version), Act II: Finale (Dreams are vain) (company)

歌詞

Check this out, we've come to the last and final record This is Dr. Dre in full effect and we gonna kick it off A little some this like this We got my mella yella boy on the drums We got Stan "The Guitar Man" dropping the rhythm We got L.A. Dre on the keyboard and I want the whole posse in this muthafucka To rock on this funky ass beat we're gonna drop Aight, so Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthafucka, run it Picture a nigga that's raw Amplify his ass and what you see is what's on Muthafuckas, I slaughter, blow 'em out the water Word to me, fuck the father My melody is deadly as a pin in a hand grenade Five seconds before you get played You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up Ever see a sucker scatter, it'll make ya throw up Then I take advantage, you can't manage To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up Hit up, Ice Cube tearing shit up Like a dude you can bet on Collide like a head on collision Stutter steppin' is an incision Of a nigga saying exactly what I vision Because I'm gone, you think I left you all But I stay in yo' ass like cholesterol When I blast some solid ass Alcatraz And if you escape, you better swim fast 'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally And the capital punishment's the penalty Sitting in the electric chair, grab a hold Pull the switch, yo' body twitch, your eyes explode Out your skull 'cause being dull on a flow Is an N-O, niggas didn't know that I can go Off and show off to throw off the law Turn, take ten paces then draw What's left is a muthafucka dead in the alley Ice Cube is the shit on the grand finale Yea, yea, that was funky but we need The muthafuckin' villain to speak, so kick it The grand finale, yo, it's my turn to bust So let weak muthafuckas turn to dust If you're weak it ain't my fault Just take a kick in the ass and get turn into a pillar of salt And niggas that's biting just to taste me I make the punk muthafuckas buckle up for safety And on the dope they caught from the flash And swing like a bit when he's caught in a whiplash Giving him pain 'cause I'm urgent Rearrange the muthafuckin' face like a surgeon It ain't no excuse for the torture delivering Don't say that I scare you, I can tell 'cause you're shivering Lyrics label wit an X and not a G I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me I'm wanted by the law so I stay low Representing the pimp, bitches making my dough In a different stage, I must of went on a rampage Me and the D.O.C. are always hitting the front page For what, for stealing and stepping up to the sheriff And when I enter the party, niggas shit in a [unverified] For what, maybe 'cause I'm Ren And when they clean up shit, yo, they do it again So fuck it, sit back cool and relax While Eazy busts the facts kicking the grand finale Yea, y'all know what time it is? Easy muthafuckin' E is in the house doing damage The name is Eazy for me to come off like the enforcer Mass murder muthafukas in a course of An everyday situation where I would stalk by Fuck the car, I do a muthafukin' walk by Eazy E and the D.O. to the C. and Run house and there won't be no disagreeing 'Cause if there is some, you feeling staticy Then I'm arrested (For what?) Assault and battery Never outdone, only outdoing Loving the bitches and the hoes boo hooing Why 'cause they're addicted to my dick The pleasure of pain, the wing ding and flipped it (Yea) And never forget when done in bed by Eazy, the name of a Compton hard head Cool but local like loc never broke 'Cause they're paid to be ruthless, this is why I do this I don't give a fuck about fame I rather deal wit a number than a muthafukin' name (Word) Get me paid and then rap 'Cause all the other bullshit money ain't jack Eazy but not that Eazy to deal wit Especially if you're poppin' bullshit Put the E A Z Y and to the E Expression of thought on the muthafukin' grand finale Yea, that shit was funky Last but not least is the muthafukin' D.O.C. This is your album, so that means You definitely got to get funky, so run it (The D.O.C.) Swinging, singing a brand new rap On a rhythm concocted by my homie in the back and If it makes you giggle, it must be kinda funny But to me it's kinda cool (Tell 'em why) I'm making money Tripping up the man wit the [unverified] movement Proving if you're grooving then it cool when he be doing it Taking a second for me to blow your mind 'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. And I would've been down wit rock But I was smart, the D.O. to the C. now on the formula It's rough, I mean it's funky enuff for me And you can have a listen after that and this and D O N 'T M O V E wit out permission From the D.O. to the C., I'm just better than The normal man and I'll be dumb if a sucker can Ever compete wit the elite Much less beat, it's like dancing wit two left feet Never smile when the D.O.C. is in the room Or I'm a send ya ass to the temple of doom I got raw when I came to Cali Now wit NWA on the muthafukin' grand finale Shout outs