This is dedicated to the niggas that was down from day one

Welcome to Death Row

Like we always do about this time

Ha ha ha, yeah, nine-deuce

Death Row Records, creeping while you're sleeping

Niggas with attitudes? Nah, loc, niggas on a motherfucking mission

What up niggas and niggettes?

That crazy-ass nigga's back in the motherfucking hizzouse

The notorious Compton G

D-R-E on the solo tip, fuck them other fools

What up, Ren?

Yeah, dropping Chronic flakes on your ass, bitch

West Coast flavor

Niggas who talk shit get dealt with real quick

So if you wanna take a trip to the Row

Let a nigga like Snoop Doggy Dogg know

Protected by niggas with big dicks, AKs, and one-eight-seven skills

So if it's must you test us, we can handle it the streets, nigga, fuck making records

Yeah, G's up, hoes down

If that bitch can't swim, then she bound to drizzown

Peace to my nigga Drizzae, another Platinum hit, nigga

Peace to The D.O.C., still making it funky enough

And Death Row Records is in full motherfucking effizzect

Oh, yeah, PS, fuck Mr. Roarke and Tattoo, AKA Jerry and Eazy

Sincerely yours, these motherfucking nuts

I don't love Eazy, I don't love Jerry

I don't love Ruthless Records

Frankly, I don't love nothing they got to do with

But, but, but you know what I want them to do for me?

Jerry, Eazy, check this shit right here

I want y'all to put these bizzalls in your jizzaws

And work them like a strizzaw and tell me what you sizzaw

Yeah, you know what? You know what?

Fuck all y'all! Fuck y'all!

Really though, it's Death Row, nigga!

You better ask somebody, you really better ask somebody!

Get out, get out, I don't love you no more

Yeah, nigga, you's a penguin-looking motherfucker