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Lyrics for Wit Dre Day Explicit by Dre Dr:
| | | Artist: | Dre Dr |
| | Album: | Miscellaneous | | Track: | Wit Dre Day Explicit | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 186 | | | | Lyrics: | Album: The Chronic
[Fuck] Wit Dre Day
[Intro...]
[Dr.Dre]
Yeah.
Hell yeah
Know what I'm
saying
Hell yeah
[main song]
[Dr.Dre]
Mr.
Buster,
Where the fuck you at?
Can't scrap a lick,
So I know you got your
gatt!
Your dick on "hard"
>From fucking your own dogs:
The Hoods you threw up
with.
Niggaz you grew up with
Don't even respect your ass.
That why its time for the
doctor
To check your ass, Nigga.
Used to be my hommie;
Used to be my ace.
Now I
want to slap the taste out-cha mouth.
Make you bow-down to the Row!
Fucking me?
Naaah,
Fucking you little ho!
Oh, don't think I forgot...
Let you slide...
Let
me ride...
Just another homicide!
Yeah, it's me, so I'm'a talk on;
Stompin' on the
EZ-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.
It's stay
low-key
B.G.
Cause you lost all your hommies love.
(A)nd call it what you want to
--
You fucked with me;
Now it's a must that I fuck with you.
[side out 1]
Yeah,
That's the fuck that I'm talking about.
We have your
mother-fuckin' record company surrounded.
Put down the candy and let the little boy
go.
You know what I'm saying!
Punk mother-fucker.
[Snoop
Dogg]
Bow wow wow yippee yo yippee yeah,
Doggy Dogg's in the mother-fuckin'
house.
Bow wow wow yippee yo yippee yeah.
Death Row's in the mother-fuckin'
house.
Bow wow wow yippee yo yippee yeah.
The sounds of a dog brings me to another
day.
Play with my bone would you Timmy!?!
It seems like you're good
for making jokes
about your Jimmy.
Well here's a Jimmy joke about your momma
That you might not
like;
I heard she was a Frisco Dike!
But fuck your momma.
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 your were kicking
Were quite booty-licious.
You get with
Doggy Dogg--
"Oh is he crazy"
With your mamma and your daddy
hollerin',
"Baby".
So what that let you know?
That if you fuck with Dre,
Nigga,
You fuckin' with Death Row!
And I ain't even swingin' them things.
I'm
hollerin' "1-8-7"
With my dick in your mouth, Bitch!
[side-out 2]
[Dre]
Yeah Nigga,
Compton and Long Beach
Together on this
mother-fucker.
So you wanna pop that shit,
Get your mother-fuckin' cranium
cracked, Nigga,
Step on up!
Now, we ain't no mother-fuckin' joke,
So remember the name
Mighty, Mighty DR!
Yeah,
mother-fucker.
[Snoop]
[Dre.]
Now understand this, my Nigga Dre can't
be touched.
Luke's bendin' over...
So Luke's gettin' fucked, Buster!
Musta thought I sleezy.
I thought I was a mark
Cause I used to hang with
EZ. {EaZy-E}
Animosity made you speak what you spoke.
Yeah.
Hey yo Dre.
What up!
Trip this Nigga off loc!
If it ain't another ho
That
I gotta fuck with;
Gap'd teeth in your mouth
So my dick's got to
fit!
With my nuts on your tonsles,
While you on stage rappin'
At your wack-ass
concert.
And I'ma snatch your ass from the back side,
To show you how
Death Row('ll)
Pull off that Hoo-ride.
Now you might not understand me
'Cause I'ma rob you in Compton
And blast you with Miami.
Then we gon(na) 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 try'na check my hommie--
You bes' check
yourself!
Cause when you diss Dre,
You diss yourself!
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