Stranded On Death Row Chords by Dr. Dre
Tempo:
91.6 bpm
Chords used:
D
E
Ab
Em
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Yes, it is I, it says me, and all who agree are more than three, because they're weak.
[Ab] [Gb] Yes.
[C] Yo, [D] I'm in the [Em] house now for sure, because I [Ab] want to talk about [C] the hearts of men, who [D] knows what evil [Em] lurks within them.
But let's take a [Bm] travel down the blind side and [E] see what we find down this path [D] called
[E] [D] Stranded on Death Row, so yuck when I swing my shit, I get rugged like ball head rep, but that's wack, that bitch a gangster type,
When I was sliced, kinda lethal, niggas know, the flow that I kick, there's no evil, I'm murderin' niggas, yo,
And maybe because of the tone they kicks when I grip them, I can kick shit, niggas can't fuck with,
So remember I go hardcore, [Gm] and slam up a spet like a sensei, [B] whoop ass like Van [D] Damme,
So any nigga that claim they Boston, why don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw's Slawson,
Take a walk through the hood, when we up to no good, slingin' on bling like a real OG should,
I'm stackin' and mackin' and packin' a tin, so when you're slippin', I slip to slippin', but ain't no set drippin',
This is Death Row, rollin' like the mafia, think about whoppin' some ass, but what the fuck's stoppin' ya,
Ain't niggas but a buster, I'm stranded on Death Row, from public slumpin' motherfuckers,
Now you know you're outdone, feel the shotgun, corrupt [E] inmates, [Cm] they'll block [D] you up,
No prevention [Ab] from this mention of sorts, you're a victim, from [Em] my drive by assault, [D] no extension,
All attempts are to fail, blinded by the light, [E] it's time you learn, play on [D] for my lunatic,
I'm death like Arthur Nick, when I kick a wicked bat, Dr.
Fable kicks a scratch,
With treachery, my literary form will blast, and orderly's a pastor, nor not a storm,
Plural, make it, many forms when I'm vexed, I fight lead, necks and arms, in this dimension,
[A] I'm the presenter, [D] and the inventor, and the tormentor, the rage, like the Hillstock Strangler,
MC Mangler, [Db] tough like [D] Prangler, I write a rhyme, hard as concrete,
Step to the heat, and get burned like Misty, so what you wanna [G] do, the narrator or be [N] it,
Sell right to, [D] wage, lyrical murderer, stranded on Death Row, and now I'm servin' up,
Like Tom Sinted, there'll be no repentance, since in the life that I choose to lead,
I plead guilty, on all counts, let the ball bounce where it may,
And strip another clip into my AK, broke him down with my underground tactics,
Facts and stacks, a clip on my mattress, bed framed as another dead game,
Lay in lane, put the shame, who's to blame, me, the lady of RAY,
The woman comin' from the D.E.A.,. the agent, R.O.W. takin', no shit, so flip and you're bound to get dropped, It's 1-8-7, no motherfuckin' don't stop, handcuffs as I bust, there'll be no debate, it's RAY from Tel Flak, Ayo, steppin' through the fog, and creepin' through the smog, it's the number one [E] nigga from the hood, Doggy [D] Dog, makin' videos, now I stay in Hollywood, bustin' raps for my snaps, now they [Dm] call me Eastwood, Dre is the doctor, and my homie Lil Nigga, Warren G is my hand, and my hand's on the trigger, Shootin' at the hoes with the game that I got, sent to Death Row, Cause I wanted to make a rep, and serve on my rock, and I'm still servin' for my peace, Tell my motherfuckin' homie, doin' [D] time, in the PNN account, Chill, mobbin' with your blues on, mad as hell, And you're sayin' fuck the police, and all the homies on streets, it's all about peace, And it's robbin' the cops crazy, but ain't nothin' but a black thing, baby, I'm not flaggin', but I'm just saggin', I bet you [Abm] don't wanna see the D.O. [Dm].W., And you [E] can't see, the D.O.W. to [D] the E.O.,. my motherfuckin' homie D.O.C., You know you can't fuck with my motherfuckin' DJ, that's my homie, and we call him Warren G, And you don't stop, Doggy Dogg, break him down with the motherfuckin' Dogg Pants, That's the only way we'll beat him, man, we gotta smoke him, then choke him, like a motherfuckin' feeder, man, It's like three until the two, and two until the one, felt like four, peace, Doggy Dogg, Yo, now you know the path I'm on, you think you're strong, see if you can travel on, Cause all in the weak will try to speak, those who are quiet, will always cause riots, There's three types of [B] people in the world, those who don't [D] know what happened, Those who wonder what happened, and people like us from the streets that make things happen,
[Ab] [Gb] Yes.
[C] Yo, [D] I'm in the [Em] house now for sure, because I [Ab] want to talk about [C] the hearts of men, who [D] knows what evil [Em] lurks within them.
But let's take a [Bm] travel down the blind side and [E] see what we find down this path [D] called
[E] [D] Stranded on Death Row, so yuck when I swing my shit, I get rugged like ball head rep, but that's wack, that bitch a gangster type,
When I was sliced, kinda lethal, niggas know, the flow that I kick, there's no evil, I'm murderin' niggas, yo,
And maybe because of the tone they kicks when I grip them, I can kick shit, niggas can't fuck with,
So remember I go hardcore, [Gm] and slam up a spet like a sensei, [B] whoop ass like Van [D] Damme,
So any nigga that claim they Boston, why don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw's Slawson,
Take a walk through the hood, when we up to no good, slingin' on bling like a real OG should,
I'm stackin' and mackin' and packin' a tin, so when you're slippin', I slip to slippin', but ain't no set drippin',
This is Death Row, rollin' like the mafia, think about whoppin' some ass, but what the fuck's stoppin' ya,
Ain't niggas but a buster, I'm stranded on Death Row, from public slumpin' motherfuckers,
Now you know you're outdone, feel the shotgun, corrupt [E] inmates, [Cm] they'll block [D] you up,
No prevention [Ab] from this mention of sorts, you're a victim, from [Em] my drive by assault, [D] no extension,
All attempts are to fail, blinded by the light, [E] it's time you learn, play on [D] for my lunatic,
I'm death like Arthur Nick, when I kick a wicked bat, Dr.
Fable kicks a scratch,
With treachery, my literary form will blast, and orderly's a pastor, nor not a storm,
Plural, make it, many forms when I'm vexed, I fight lead, necks and arms, in this dimension,
[A] I'm the presenter, [D] and the inventor, and the tormentor, the rage, like the Hillstock Strangler,
MC Mangler, [Db] tough like [D] Prangler, I write a rhyme, hard as concrete,
Step to the heat, and get burned like Misty, so what you wanna [G] do, the narrator or be [N] it,
Sell right to, [D] wage, lyrical murderer, stranded on Death Row, and now I'm servin' up,
Like Tom Sinted, there'll be no repentance, since in the life that I choose to lead,
I plead guilty, on all counts, let the ball bounce where it may,
And strip another clip into my AK, broke him down with my underground tactics,
Facts and stacks, a clip on my mattress, bed framed as another dead game,
Lay in lane, put the shame, who's to blame, me, the lady of RAY,
The woman comin' from the D.E.A.,. the agent, R.O.W. takin', no shit, so flip and you're bound to get dropped, It's 1-8-7, no motherfuckin' don't stop, handcuffs as I bust, there'll be no debate, it's RAY from Tel Flak, Ayo, steppin' through the fog, and creepin' through the smog, it's the number one [E] nigga from the hood, Doggy [D] Dog, makin' videos, now I stay in Hollywood, bustin' raps for my snaps, now they [Dm] call me Eastwood, Dre is the doctor, and my homie Lil Nigga, Warren G is my hand, and my hand's on the trigger, Shootin' at the hoes with the game that I got, sent to Death Row, Cause I wanted to make a rep, and serve on my rock, and I'm still servin' for my peace, Tell my motherfuckin' homie, doin' [D] time, in the PNN account, Chill, mobbin' with your blues on, mad as hell, And you're sayin' fuck the police, and all the homies on streets, it's all about peace, And it's robbin' the cops crazy, but ain't nothin' but a black thing, baby, I'm not flaggin', but I'm just saggin', I bet you [Abm] don't wanna see the D.O. [Dm].W., And you [E] can't see, the D.O.W. to [D] the E.O.,. my motherfuckin' homie D.O.C., You know you can't fuck with my motherfuckin' DJ, that's my homie, and we call him Warren G, And you don't stop, Doggy Dogg, break him down with the motherfuckin' Dogg Pants, That's the only way we'll beat him, man, we gotta smoke him, then choke him, like a motherfuckin' feeder, man, It's like three until the two, and two until the one, felt like four, peace, Doggy Dogg, Yo, now you know the path I'm on, you think you're strong, see if you can travel on, Cause all in the weak will try to speak, those who are quiet, will always cause riots, There's three types of [B] people in the world, those who don't [D] know what happened, Those who wonder what happened, and people like us from the streets that make things happen,
Key:
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E
Ab
Em
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E
Ab
Yes, it is I, it says me, and all who agree are more than three, because they're weak.
[Ab] _ _ _ [Gb] Yes.
[C] Yo, [D] I'm in the [Em] house now for sure, because I [Ab] want to talk about [C] the hearts of men, who [D] knows what evil [Em] lurks within them.
But let's take a [Bm] travel down the blind side and [E] see what we find down this path [D] called
_ [E] [D] Stranded on Death Row, so yuck when I swing my shit, I get rugged like ball head rep, but that's wack, that bitch a gangster type,
When I was sliced, kinda lethal, niggas know, the flow that I kick, there's no evil, I'm murderin' niggas, yo,
And maybe because of the tone they kicks when I grip them, I can kick shit, niggas can't fuck with,
So remember I go hardcore, [Gm] and slam up a spet like a sensei, [B] whoop ass like Van [D] Damme,
So any nigga that claim they Boston, why don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw's Slawson,
Take a walk through the hood, when we up to no good, slingin' on bling like a real OG should,
I'm stackin' and mackin' and packin' a tin, so when you're slippin', I slip to slippin', but ain't no set drippin',
This is Death Row, rollin' like the mafia, think about whoppin' some ass, but what the fuck's stoppin' ya,
Ain't niggas but a buster, I'm stranded on Death Row, from public slumpin' motherfuckers,
Now you know you're outdone, feel the shotgun, corrupt [E] inmates, [Cm] they'll block [D] you up,
No prevention [Ab] from this mention of sorts, you're a victim, from [Em] my drive by assault, [D] no extension,
All attempts are to fail, blinded by the light, [E] it's time you learn, play on [D] for my lunatic,
I'm death like Arthur Nick, when I kick a wicked bat, Dr.
Fable kicks a scratch,
With treachery, my literary form will blast, and orderly's a pastor, nor not a storm,
Plural, make it, many forms when I'm vexed, I fight lead, necks and arms, in this dimension,
[A] I'm the presenter, [D] and the inventor, and the tormentor, the rage, like the Hillstock Strangler,
MC Mangler, [Db] tough like [D] Prangler, I write a rhyme, hard as concrete,
Step to the heat, and get burned like Misty, so what you wanna [G] do, the narrator or be [N] it,
Sell right to, [D] wage, lyrical murderer, stranded on Death Row, and now I'm servin' up,
Like Tom Sinted, there'll be no repentance, since in the life that I choose to lead,
I plead guilty, on all counts, let the ball bounce where it may,
And strip another clip into my AK, broke him down with my underground tactics,
Facts and stacks, a clip on my mattress, bed framed as another dead game,
Lay in lane, put the shame, who's to blame, me, the lady of RAY,
The woman comin' from the D.E.A.,. the agent, R.O.W. takin', no shit, so flip and you're bound to get dropped, It's 1-8-7, no motherfuckin' don't stop, handcuffs as I bust, there'll be no debate, it's RAY from Tel Flak, Ayo, steppin' through the fog, and creepin' through the smog, it's the number one [E] nigga from the hood, Doggy [D] Dog, makin' videos, now I stay in Hollywood, bustin' raps for my snaps, now they [Dm] call me Eastwood, Dre is the doctor, and my homie Lil Nigga, Warren G is my hand, and my hand's on the trigger, Shootin' at the hoes with the game that I got, sent to Death Row, Cause I wanted to make a rep, and serve on my rock, and I'm still servin' for my peace, Tell my motherfuckin' homie, doin' [D] time, in the PNN account, Chill, mobbin' with your blues on, mad as hell, And you're sayin' fuck the police, and all the homies on streets, it's all about peace, And it's robbin' the cops crazy, but ain't nothin' but a black thing, baby, I'm not flaggin', but I'm just saggin', I bet you [Abm] don't wanna see the D.O. [Dm].W., And you [E] can't see, the D.O.W. to [D] the E.O.,. my motherfuckin' homie D.O.C., You know you can't fuck with my motherfuckin' DJ, that's my homie, and we call him Warren G, _ And you don't stop, Doggy Dogg, break him down with the motherfuckin' Dogg Pants, That's the only way we'll beat him, man, we gotta smoke him, then choke him, like a motherfuckin' feeder, man, It's like three until the two, and two until the one, felt like four, peace, Doggy Dogg, Yo, now you know the path I'm on, you think you're strong, see if you can travel on, Cause all in the weak will try to speak, those who are quiet, will always cause riots, There's three types of [B] people in the world, those who don't [D] know what happened, Those who wonder what happened, and people like us from the streets that make things happen, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[Ab] _ _ _ [Gb] Yes.
[C] Yo, [D] I'm in the [Em] house now for sure, because I [Ab] want to talk about [C] the hearts of men, who [D] knows what evil [Em] lurks within them.
But let's take a [Bm] travel down the blind side and [E] see what we find down this path [D] called
_ [E] [D] Stranded on Death Row, so yuck when I swing my shit, I get rugged like ball head rep, but that's wack, that bitch a gangster type,
When I was sliced, kinda lethal, niggas know, the flow that I kick, there's no evil, I'm murderin' niggas, yo,
And maybe because of the tone they kicks when I grip them, I can kick shit, niggas can't fuck with,
So remember I go hardcore, [Gm] and slam up a spet like a sensei, [B] whoop ass like Van [D] Damme,
So any nigga that claim they Boston, why don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw's Slawson,
Take a walk through the hood, when we up to no good, slingin' on bling like a real OG should,
I'm stackin' and mackin' and packin' a tin, so when you're slippin', I slip to slippin', but ain't no set drippin',
This is Death Row, rollin' like the mafia, think about whoppin' some ass, but what the fuck's stoppin' ya,
Ain't niggas but a buster, I'm stranded on Death Row, from public slumpin' motherfuckers,
Now you know you're outdone, feel the shotgun, corrupt [E] inmates, [Cm] they'll block [D] you up,
No prevention [Ab] from this mention of sorts, you're a victim, from [Em] my drive by assault, [D] no extension,
All attempts are to fail, blinded by the light, [E] it's time you learn, play on [D] for my lunatic,
I'm death like Arthur Nick, when I kick a wicked bat, Dr.
Fable kicks a scratch,
With treachery, my literary form will blast, and orderly's a pastor, nor not a storm,
Plural, make it, many forms when I'm vexed, I fight lead, necks and arms, in this dimension,
[A] I'm the presenter, [D] and the inventor, and the tormentor, the rage, like the Hillstock Strangler,
MC Mangler, [Db] tough like [D] Prangler, I write a rhyme, hard as concrete,
Step to the heat, and get burned like Misty, so what you wanna [G] do, the narrator or be [N] it,
Sell right to, [D] wage, lyrical murderer, stranded on Death Row, and now I'm servin' up,
Like Tom Sinted, there'll be no repentance, since in the life that I choose to lead,
I plead guilty, on all counts, let the ball bounce where it may,
And strip another clip into my AK, broke him down with my underground tactics,
Facts and stacks, a clip on my mattress, bed framed as another dead game,
Lay in lane, put the shame, who's to blame, me, the lady of RAY,
The woman comin' from the D.E.A.,. the agent, R.O.W. takin', no shit, so flip and you're bound to get dropped, It's 1-8-7, no motherfuckin' don't stop, handcuffs as I bust, there'll be no debate, it's RAY from Tel Flak, Ayo, steppin' through the fog, and creepin' through the smog, it's the number one [E] nigga from the hood, Doggy [D] Dog, makin' videos, now I stay in Hollywood, bustin' raps for my snaps, now they [Dm] call me Eastwood, Dre is the doctor, and my homie Lil Nigga, Warren G is my hand, and my hand's on the trigger, Shootin' at the hoes with the game that I got, sent to Death Row, Cause I wanted to make a rep, and serve on my rock, and I'm still servin' for my peace, Tell my motherfuckin' homie, doin' [D] time, in the PNN account, Chill, mobbin' with your blues on, mad as hell, And you're sayin' fuck the police, and all the homies on streets, it's all about peace, And it's robbin' the cops crazy, but ain't nothin' but a black thing, baby, I'm not flaggin', but I'm just saggin', I bet you [Abm] don't wanna see the D.O. [Dm].W., And you [E] can't see, the D.O.W. to [D] the E.O.,. my motherfuckin' homie D.O.C., You know you can't fuck with my motherfuckin' DJ, that's my homie, and we call him Warren G, _ And you don't stop, Doggy Dogg, break him down with the motherfuckin' Dogg Pants, That's the only way we'll beat him, man, we gotta smoke him, then choke him, like a motherfuckin' feeder, man, It's like three until the two, and two until the one, felt like four, peace, Doggy Dogg, Yo, now you know the path I'm on, you think you're strong, see if you can travel on, Cause all in the weak will try to speak, those who are quiet, will always cause riots, There's three types of [B] people in the world, those who don't [D] know what happened, Those who wonder what happened, and people like us from the streets that make things happen, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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