CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Fuck wit Dre Day (And Everybody's Celebratin')
Hah, yeah
Hell yeah
Hah, know what I'm saying?
Yeah
Mista Busta, where the fuck you at?
Can't scrap a lick, so I know you got your gat
Your dick on hard, from fuckin' your road dogs
The hoods you threw up with, niggas you grew up with
Don't even respect your ass
That's why it's time for the doctor to check your ass, nigga
Used to be my homie, used to be my ace
Now I wanna slap the taste out ya mouth
Make ya bow down to the Row
Fuckin' me, now I'm fuckin' you, little ho
Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide
Let me ride, just another homicide
Yeah, it's me so I'ma talk on
Stomping 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 homie's love
Now call it what you want to
You fucked with me, now it's a must that I fuck with you
Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm talkin' about
We have your mothafuckin' record company surrounded
Put down the candy and let the little boy go
You know what I'm sayin? Punk motherfucker
(We want Eazy! We want Eazy!)
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Doggy Dogg's in the motherfuckin' house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Death Row's in the motherfuckin 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 making jokes about your jimmy
But here's a jimmy joke about your momma that you might not like
I heard she was the 'Frisco dyke
But fuck your mama, I'm talking 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 kicking were quite bootylicious
You get with Doggy Dogg "oh is he crazy?"
With your mama and your daddy hollering "Baby!"
So won't they let you know
That if you fuck with Dre, nigga you're fuckin' wit Death Row
And I ain't even slanging them thangs
I'm hollering 187 with my dick in your mouth, beyotch
Yeah nigga, Compton and Long Beach together on this motherfucker
So you wanna pop that shit, get your motherfuckin cranium cracked nigga
Step on up
Now, we ain't no motherfuckin joke so remember the name
Mighty, mighty D-R
Yeah, motherfucker
Now understand this: my nigga Dre can't be touched
Luke's bending over so Luke's getting fucked, buster
Must've thought I was sleazy
Or thought I was a mark 'cause I used to hang with Eazy
Animosity made you speak what you spoke
Ayo Dre
Whattup?
Check this nigga off, loc
If it ain't another ho that I gots to fuck with
Gap teeth in your mouth so my dick's gots to fit
With my nuts on your tonsils
While you're onstage rapping at your wack-ass concert
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 gonna 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 trying to check my homie, you better check yourself
'Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself, motherfucker
Yeah, nigga
Yeah, nine-deuce
Dr. Dre, dropping chronic once again
It don't stop: punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like
Compton style, nigga
Doggy Dogg's in the motherfuckin' house
Long Beach in the motherfuckin' house
Yeah, yeah, straight up, really tho
Breaking all them suckas off something real proper like
You know what I'm sayin?
All them sucka ass niggas can eat a fat dick
Yeah, Eazy-E, Eazy-E, Eazy-E can eat a big fat dick
Tim Dog can eat a big fat dick
Luke can eat a fat dick
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
Hell yeah
Hah, know what I'm saying?
Yeah
Mista Busta, where the fuck you at?
Can't scrap a lick, so I know you got your gat
Your dick on hard, from fuckin' your road dogs
The hoods you threw up with, niggas you grew up with
Don't even respect your ass
That's why it's time for the doctor to check your ass, nigga
Used to be my homie, used to be my ace
Now I wanna slap the taste out ya mouth
Make ya bow down to the Row
Fuckin' me, now I'm fuckin' you, little ho
Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide
Let me ride, just another homicide
Yeah, it's me so I'ma talk on
Stomping 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 homie's love
Now call it what you want to
You fucked with me, now it's a must that I fuck with you
Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm talkin' about
We have your mothafuckin' record company surrounded
Put down the candy and let the little boy go
You know what I'm sayin? Punk motherfucker
(We want Eazy! We want Eazy!)
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Doggy Dogg's in the motherfuckin' house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Death Row's in the motherfuckin 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 making jokes about your jimmy
But here's a jimmy joke about your momma that you might not like
I heard she was the 'Frisco dyke
But fuck your mama, I'm talking 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 kicking were quite bootylicious
You get with Doggy Dogg "oh is he crazy?"
With your mama and your daddy hollering "Baby!"
So won't they let you know
That if you fuck with Dre, nigga you're fuckin' wit Death Row
And I ain't even slanging them thangs
I'm hollering 187 with my dick in your mouth, beyotch
Yeah nigga, Compton and Long Beach together on this motherfucker
So you wanna pop that shit, get your motherfuckin cranium cracked nigga
Step on up
Now, we ain't no motherfuckin joke so remember the name
Mighty, mighty D-R
Yeah, motherfucker
Now understand this: my nigga Dre can't be touched
Luke's bending over so Luke's getting fucked, buster
Must've thought I was sleazy
Or thought I was a mark 'cause I used to hang with Eazy
Animosity made you speak what you spoke
Ayo Dre
Whattup?
Check this nigga off, loc
If it ain't another ho that I gots to fuck with
Gap teeth in your mouth so my dick's gots to fit
With my nuts on your tonsils
While you're onstage rapping at your wack-ass concert
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 gonna 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 trying to check my homie, you better check yourself
'Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself, motherfucker
Yeah, nigga
Yeah, nine-deuce
Dr. Dre, dropping chronic once again
It don't stop: punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like
Compton style, nigga
Doggy Dogg's in the motherfuckin' house
Long Beach in the motherfuckin' house
Yeah, yeah, straight up, really tho
Breaking all them suckas off something real proper like
You know what I'm sayin?
All them sucka ass niggas can eat a fat dick
Yeah, Eazy-E, Eazy-E, Eazy-E can eat a big fat dick
Tim Dog can eat a big fat dick
Luke can eat a fat dick
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
