The Grand Finalé ​The D.O.C. (Ft. N.W.A)

[Intro: Dr. Dre]
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 something like this
We got my mella Yella boy on the drums
We got Stan "the Guitar Man" dropping the rhythm
We got LA Dre on the keyboards
And I want the whole posse in this muthafucka to rock on this funky ass beat we finna drop, aight
So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthafucka, run it!

[Verse 1: Ice Cube]
Picture a nigga that's raw
Amplify his ass and what you see is what's saw
Motherfuckers I slaughter, blow 'em out the water
Word to me, fuck the father
My medley is deadly as a pin in a hand grenade
5 seconds before you get played
You can't throw me, I guess you'll blow up
Ever see a sucker scattered? It'd make you 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 tear shit up like a dude you can bet on
Collide like a head on
Collision, stutter stepping 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, I'm solid as Alcatraz
And if you escape, you better swim fast
'Cause I'll catch ya, physically and mentally
And the capital punishment's the penalty
Sit in the electric chair, grab a hold
Pull the switch, your body twitch, your eyes explode out your skull
'Cause being dull on a flow is a N-O
Niggas didn't know that I can go
Off and show off to throw off the law
Turn, take ten spaces then draw
What's left is a motherfucker dead in the alley
Ice Cube is the shit on The Grand Finale