Fuck Wit Dre Day 

Yeah, hell yeah, knowhatI'msayin, yeah 

Verse One: Dre 

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 slap the taste out yo mouth 
Make you 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 
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 

Break One: 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, beotch 

Break Two: 

Yeah nigga, Compton and Long Beach together on this motherfucker 
So you wanna pop that shit get yo motherfuckin crranium cracked nigga 
Step on up. Now, we ain't no motherfuckin joke so remember the name 
Mighty, mighty D-R. Yeahhh, MOTHERFUCKER! 

Verse Three: Dre and Snoop 

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 onstage rappin at your wack-ass concerts 
And I'ma snatch your ass from the backside 
To show you how Death Row pull off that whoride 
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 

Outtro 

Yeah, nine-deuce 
Dr. Dre, dropin chronic once again 
It don't stop, Punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like 
Doggy Dogg in the motherfuckin house 
Long Beach in the motherfuckin house 
Compton style nigga, 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

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