[Intro: Dr. Dre]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo, yo, let's do this shit
"I tawt I taw a puddy tat"
You's a punk-ass n***a
Yo, yeah
Yo, Death Row's in the motherfuckin' house
Wreckin' shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
This is Dr. Dre in the motherfuckin' house
Yo, I got my homeboys in the house
Tha Dogg Pound's definitely in here, ye-yahhh!
I got my n***a Kurupt ready to wreck some shit
Yo, you know what else I got in the house?
Yo, so diggi-Daz, step up on that ass
Yeah, guess what's in here?
My homegirl Rage, I said my homegirl Rage
Yeah, the lyrical motherfuckin' murderer's in here
Yo, my n***a Glove behind the boards
Yo, droppin' that funky-ass bassline, yeah
You know, you know there's a lot of punk-ass n***as out there
A lot of punk-ass bitches out there
Yo you wanna write names?
Yo, that n***a Eazy-E, he's a punk-ass bitch, really though
Yo, that n***a Tim M-U-T, he's a punk-ass biatch! Biatch!
You know what I'm sayin'?
Oh, oh, oh Luke, I didn't forget about you, biatch!
Really though
Yo, Death Row's in the motherfuckin' house
Running the 9-tre, you know, yeah
But right about now
There's a little freestyle session going on, in the studio
We just kickin' back, gettin' fucked up and all
You know, puffin' on a few blunts
Drinking on a little bit of that Tanqueray, Tanqueray
Yeah, Tanqueray's definitely in the house
You know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause I'm feelin' it, baby
I'm feelin' it, really though
So, uh, right about now, a-yo Rage
Yo, Rage, yo, run that shit, G!
[Verse 1: Lady of Rage]
Always and forever, forever and always
The rhythm will flow from now and through all days
As long as the sun shine
As long as Eisenhower's on the dime
Yo, I'll be kickin' the rhyme
One time for your mind, your soul, your body
The OG's on the side of me
Smooth as E&J, hard as Bacardi
Smackin' those yaddy-yackin' ducks that keep quackin'
Hens that are cacklin' end up cracklin'
Under the heat, the pressure from the one that's deffer
Egyptian ruler, call me Cleo or Nefertiti, yes indeedy
Got the eyes that are beady, body from Tahiti
Voice of the wind, lyrics blowwww
Chills up your spine I send, so
All thoughts in ya mind — drop 'em, yo!
You came in the front, but you'll be kicked through the back door
If you try to step, try to come incorrect
Try to play the left, try to start a mess
Try to cause fuss, try to raise a ruckus
Huh! You'll end up ashes to ashes, dust to dust
A busta, you musta been buggin' on drugs and alcohol
Back off, all of y'all, up against the wall, spread 'em!
Doggs — go get 'em!
Hand-cuff 'em and stuff 'em, cold shut 'em, don't let 'em
Utter a word, not to mother or herd
If you try, you die, vision blurred, speech slurred
Served with a cherry on top
Rage in effect, I've just begun to rock
Yeaaaah! Rock on witcha bad self (Rage!)
Rock on witcha bad self (Rage!)
Rock on witcha bad self (Rage!)
Rock on witcha bad self
[Verse 2: Dat N***a Daz]
Yo, I'm Tha N***a Daz that pack this tre-8 slug
A true n***a from the hood, and Tha Pound gives love
You see, n***as wanna be down, but never came around
So back up off of my nuts, and stop sweatin' Tha Pound
You see, n***as get broke off like 1, 2, 3
'Cause I'm the D-A-to-tha.. the D-A-to-tha-Z
Now G'z, pay attention to this young ass mack daddy
In a Caddy, had he
Not known about the city where the n***as hang around
So I roll 'em up, and hit 'em up with Tha muthafuckin' Dogg Pound

[Verse 3: Kurupt]
I'm rough and rugged, and up to do dirt
I'm from Tha Dogg Pound, n***a, so I'm puttin' in work
I'm no joke, who the fuck you tryin' to provoke?
(1-8-7) — It's Cold how his ass got smoked
I don't drink no fuckin' V-S-O-P
I drink the muthafuckin' O.G. Ol' E!
I'm from tha clique that be kickin' the gangsta shit, bitch
Real n***as, real G'z wit' real big dicks
I hit 'em up wit' Tha Pound, so what you wanna throw up?
Claimin' you're cocaine or cavi when ya blow up
Know what? Tha Pound's in the muthafuckin' house back again
We try to get high as we can
Dr. Dre be kickin' phat rhymes, the producer kick shit
I gets more wicked than Beetlejuice
Muthafuckaz get battered, so scatter before I keep ya hostage
A n***a hostile like the grim reaper
So, I'm comin' from my hood, what hood?
You'd really like to know, wouldn't you? I thought you knew
Muthafucka, don't you know I'm Stranded on The Row?
I take a look into the crowd, kick a style a flow
I'm maxin', muthafuckaz get murdered for action
Relax, kid, you're rollin' wit' a fuckin' assassin
I last did dirt the other day
Portray the role of a G from Tha D-O-double-G P-O-U-N-D
Pound, so bow-bow, muthafuckin' marks
The execution starts when the Chronic gets sparked
I'm like Barkley, rough and rugged, but raw like Rawhead
Rex, I flex murderous rhymes to leave you all dead
What's said is what's said, it's already spoke
The dead is the dead, I ain't no fuckin' joke!
I murder muthafuckaz as a hobby
One of my idols Ain't No Joke, so why in the fuck should I be?
Fly me, to the Bahamas, ruff rhymer
Drama's what you're kickin', wicked is how I'mma
Approach ya, the locster, who's quick to up and smoke ya
You're lookin' like a smoker, grinnin' like a joker
I yoke ya from da back like a bitch talkin' shit
'Cause a bitch ain't shit but a hoe and trick on my dick
Flip, let's take a trip to Tha Dogg Pound
Fools tried to punk me when I was young, but I'm a hog now
And I gets respect, and I step with a TEC-9
Ready to put somethin' up in dat ass so you'll respect mine, fool!
Death Row ain't Lynchin' and Tha Pound ain't Mobbin'
We all don't give a fuck, run in ya crib and start robbin'
Throbbin', I'm breakin' n***as down in the 90's
Maxin' at Tha Pound wit' my Doggs is where you'll find me
Biatch!
[Outro: Dr. Dre]
Heell yeaah!
You n***as can't fade this shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Death Row's in the muthafuckin' houuuuuse!
The Dogg Pound's definitely in hereeee, you knowhatI'msayin'?
And a-yo yo yo yo yo, you n***as can't FUCK with this
So don't even try it
Stay in the studio all you want, stay in the studio all you want
'Cause you can't FUCK with this
SEE YA! Hahaha!