| Lyrics: | Intro: Dr. Dre
Ha, yeah, hell yeah, ha knowhatI'msayin
*Sssss*
Verse One: Dr. Dre
Yeah, Mista Busta, where the fuck ya at?
Can't
scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat
Your dick on hard, from fuckin your road dogs
The
hood you threw up with, niggaz 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 homey, used to be my
ace
Now I wanna slapped and sexed out yo mouth
Nigga bow down to the row
Fuckin me,
now I'm fuckin 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 fucked wit me, now it's a must that I fuck wit you
Interlude: Dr. Dre
Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm talkin about
We
have your motherfuckin record company surrounded
Put down the candy and let the little boy
go
You knowhatI'msayin, punk motherfucker
**We want Eazy, we want Eazy**
Verse
Two: Snoop Doggy Dogg
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 with ya jimmy
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 fuck 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 fuck with Dre nigga you're
fuckin wit Death Row
And I ain't even slangin them thangs
I'm hollin' one-eight-seven with
my dick in yo mouth, beeyatch
Interlude: RBX
Yeah nigga, Compton and
Long Beach together on this motherfucker
So you wanna pop that shit get yo motherfuckin cranium
cracked nigga
Step on up. Now, we ain't no motherfuckin joke so remember the name
Mighty,
mighty D-R. Yeahhh, MOTHERFUCKER!
Verse Three: Dr.Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg
Now understand this my nigga Dre can't be touched
Luke's bendin over, so Luke's
gettin fucked, 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 nigga
off loc
If it ain't another ho that I gots ta fuck with
Gap teeth in ya mouth so my dick'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, MOTHERFUCKER
Yeah nigga...
Outro: Snoop Doggy Dogg
Yeah, nine-deuce
Dr. Dre, dropin chronic once again
It don't stop, Punishing
punk motherfuckers real quick like
Compton style nigga,
Doggy Dogg in the motherfuckin
house, yeah
Long Beach in the motherfuckin house, yeah
Yeah, straight up, really
doe
Breakin all you suckaz off somethin real proper like
YouknowhatI'msayin?
All
these sucka ass niggaz 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 |
