**** Wit Dre Day

Ha, yeah, hell yeah, ha know what I'm saying

Yeah, Mista Busta, where the ************* ya at?

Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat

Your ************* on hard, from ****** your road dogs

The hood you threw up with, *************z you grew up with

Don't even respect your ass

That's why it's time for the doctor, to check your ass, *************

Used to be my homey, used to be my ace

Now I wanna slap the taste out yo mouth

************* bow down to the row

****** me, now I'm ****** you, little hoe

Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide

Let me ride, just another homicide

Yeah it's me so I'ma talk on

Stompin on the 'Eazy'est streets that you can walk on

So strap on your Compton hat, your locs

And watch your back cause you might get smoked, loc

And pass the bud, and stay low-key

B.G. cause you lost all your homey's love

Now call it what you want to

You ****** wit me, now it's a must that I ************* wit you

Yeah, that's what the ************* I'm talkin about

We have your mother****** record company surrounded

Put down the candy and let the little boy go

You know what I'm saying, punk mother******

(We want Eazy, we want Eazy)

Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay

Doggy Dogg's in the mother****** house

Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay

Death Row's in the mother****** house

Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay

The sounds of a dog brings me to another day

Play with my bone, would ya Timmy

It seems like you're good for makin jokes about your jimmy

But here's a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not like

I heard she was the 'Frisco dyke

But ************* your mama, I'm talkin about you and me

Toe to toe, Tim M-U-T

Your bark was loud, but your bite wasn't vicious

And them rhymes you were kickin were quite bootylicious

You get with Doggy Dogg oh is he crazy?

With ya mama and your daddy hollin' Bay-Bee

So won't they let you know

That if you ************* with Dre ************* you're ****** wit Death Row

And I ain't even slangin them thangs

I'm hollin' one-eight-seven with my ************* in yo mouth, beeyatch

Yeah *************, Compton and Long Beach together on this mother******

So you wanna pop that *************t get yo mother****** cranium cracked *************

Step on up. Now, we ain't no mother****** joke so remember the name

Mighty, mighty D-R. Yeahhh, MOTHER******!

Now understand this my ************* Dre can't be touched

Luke's bendin over, so Luke's gettin ******, busta

Musta, thought I was sleazy

Or though I was a mark cause I used to hang with Eazy

Animosity, made ya speak but ya spoke

Ay yo Dre, whattup, check this ************* off loc

If it ain't another ho that I gots ta ************* with

Gap teeth in ya mouth so my *************'s gots to fit

With my nuts on ya tonsils

While ya on stage rappin at your wack-ass concerts

And I'ma snatch your ass from the backside

To show you how Death Row pull off that who-ride

Now you might not understand me

Cause I'ma rob you in Compton and blast you in Miami

Then we gon creep to South Central

On a Street Knowledge mission, as I steps in the temple

Spot him, got him, as I pulls out my strap

Got my chrome to the side of his White Sox hat

You tryin to check my homey, you better check yo self

Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself, MOTHER******

Yeah *************...

Yeah, nine-deuce

Dr. Dre, dropin chronic once again

It don't stop, puni*************ng punk mother******s real quick like

Compton style *************,

Doggy Dogg in the mother****** house, yeah

Long Beach in the mother****** house, yeah, yeah, straight up, really doe

Breakin all you suckaz off somethin real proper like

You know what I'm saying?

All these sucka ass *************z can eat a fat *************

Yeah, Eazy-E Eazy-E Eazy-E can eat a big fat *************

Tim Dog can eat a big fat *************

Luke, can eat a fat *************, yeah...