The Last Song

Yo, D.O.C. - why don't you blaze that J?

Cause this is the Law House experience

So you know, it's gonna be some mega shit

So who is that?

KM.G will never be a trick

Step up to the mic like a baller then I pimp this gift

And only I possess

I illustrated it way to get this shit off my chest

I'm ghetto raise to amaze the crowd, it's quite simple

KM.G has degrees from Uni of South Central

I'm a graduate, and it's all legit

From the pimpin' and ballin' and all that good shit

I have the mega thoughts, in which I speak in a slang

While I'm kicking it with the G's from the Ruthless gang

Ain't nothin' changes but the weather like I said before

'Cause I'm livin' like hustlers and I'm checkin' galore

Yo, I have to give it up to The D.O.C

A Ruthless brother, that's down with the KM.G

So all hail to the **** that's turnin' it out

And maybe then, I'll take the gun barrel out of your mouth

Knowledge, from one generation to another

Preserved, and then transmitted, get it?

Down the Ruthless way, you know what I'm saying?

So what's up Dre?

Now I'm a swinger, I'm not a motherfuckin' singer

But I bring a, melody that always seems to ring a

Bell as well, let's make it so you can tell

Yo, it's comin' from Compton where the ballers dwell

'Cause I'm Dre, the motherfuckin' doctor, causin' propaganda

When I'm on the mic, I demand a

Little bit of time to express myself

On CD and wax, kickin' the facts and it's like that

A **** with a motherfuckin' attitude

You know the deal, kickin' some real shit

And if a sucker ever thinks he can get some

Yo, step off, I'm kickin' lyrics for the deaf and the dumb

But any occasion, gettin' the bitches with the mega persuasion

Then my dick starts to make an invasion

But, yo, I can't go on

Because this is the end of my part on the last song

Real G from the streets, villainous when he speaks

For all you bustas who can't deal, give it up the real

Now when you see me, you're duckin' and slippin, yo, then you fell down

You fucked up and finally figured who was the cell down

Pullin' the pulls, crotchin' the bull

The weak motherfuckers were smellin' like shit

So I guess that they're full of it

And I love it when I dress like a crook

With a "I don't give a fuck" look

The Villain was somethin', I'm like a hero

Jackin' all the **** with beef, off of relief, I mean the zeros

The rest of the 100 precent was sent to do what I say

N.W.A. and A.T.L. and we don't play

The Doc is doin' it oh so correctly

See, I broke it down for the ones who tried to check me

But I can't be checked, cause I'm the checker

When you see a **** wrecked, believe that I'm the wrecker

The right is for the fight then the left will attend

When doin' it wrong, MC Ren is on the last song

From a genius to temporary insanity, the gangster's dream

The bitches' fantasy, Ruthless, so now we've come to the pay off

One motherfuckin, two motherfuckin' three

It's the Hip-Hop thugster Eazy-E

So I grab the mic and then I clear my throat

First **** kickin' lyrics in a straightcoat

It's Eazy for me to come off like this

So you can kiss my ass where the sunrays miss

Or just give me the pussy, then I'll be straight

And if you don't, fuck it, I'll masturbate

(We wanna fuck you Eazy) Yeah, you bitches scream

Now bow down and praise The Lord for the wing ding

I got skill to deal and run game on bitches

You can tell that I'm sick, by the triple sixes

I hear voices in my head for what reason

But when the talkin' stops (*Gun Shot*) it's drive-by season

So back the fuck off and give me respect

Now they're shippin' me off 'cause Eazy played with a half deck

Criminal in his thoughts, murderous in his lyrics

The notorious Cold

187, you know I gotta have it

Now being Above the Law is an everyday habit

If you think I drop some pimp shit, I ain't

Perhaps, I say a couple rhymes to make the bitches faint

Now everybody wants to chill, ill and bill

Now what the fuck is the deal?

You need a **** like me to get the shit goin'

187 has got the ultimate flowin'

Now it's time, for me to go off like a maniac

Run up, for cover cause I'm on the attiznack

An untouchable player rolled up into one mind

87 reasons why fools stayin' in line

'Cause I ain't the average **** behind the trigger

I lay and spray anything in my way

Cause I'm a boss player, for the streets of South Central

Believe what you want, but soon you'll eventually see

That A.T.L is straight to mega

Don't be surprised 'cause we played you like Sega

And as bodies keep droppin, you see me keep movin' on

Peace, I'm outta here, 'cause this is the last song

Mega place, persuasion, that's from the House

Law House that is; all graduates from U.S.C

For those that don't know, it's the University of South Central

Yeah, you know that shit Law

Yo, this is Dr. Dre, Ruthless Records is in full motherfuckin' effect

Droppin' shit that's goin' to hit 9.2 on the Richter Scale, boy

And yeah, this is Cooooooooooold 187Um in the place

Word up!

A.T.L definitely ranched y'all, y'all brought it so y'all caught it

A dose to the Mega Flex

Yo, right about now we wanna give a shout out to everybody

That helped put this motherafuckin' project together

Yeah, I'd like to give a shout out to my homie KM.G

Yo, DJ Total K-Oss, Go-Mack With The Sack and Lay Law

And you know that, I wanna give a shout out to my homie MC Ren, Eazy-E the hip-hop thuggster, my homie DJ Yella, The D.O.C. and Michel'le

Yo, shouts goes out to Donovan

Mike Holmes, Stan, Mike Sims, L.A. Dre, you know, and to Jerry

And you know that, brand shit

Awww yeah, Mega thoughts, Law House

Definitely, gotta give a shout out to every record they kick it kind of soft

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