Fuck Wit Dre Day Lyrics

Yeah, hell yeah, know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah

Mista Busta, where the f**k ya at?
Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat
Your d**k on hard, from f**kin' your road dogs
The hood you threw up with, niggaz you grew up with

Don't even respect your a*s
That's why it's time for the Doctor, to check your a*s, 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
f**kin' me, now I'm f**kin' 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 pa*s the bud, and stay low-key
B.G. 'cause you lost all your homeys love
Now call it what you want to
You f**ked wit me, now it's a must that I f**k wit you

Yeah, that's what the f**k I'm talkin' about
We have your motherf**kin' record company surrounded
Put down the candy and let the little boy go
You know what I'm sayin'? Punk motherf**ker

Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Doggy Dogg's in the motherf**kin' house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Death Row's in the motherf**kin' 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 f**k 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 f**k with Dre nigga you're f**kin' wit Death Row
And I ain't even slangin' them thangs
I'm hollin' one-eight-seven with my d**k in yo mouth, beotch

Yeah nigga, Compton and Long Beach
Together on this motherf**ker
So you wanna pop that shit
Get yo motherf**kin' cranium cracked nigga

Step on up now, we ain't no motherf**kin'
Joke so remember the name
Mighty, mighty D R yeah, motherf**ker

Now understand this my nigga Dre can't be touched
Luke's bendin' over, so Luke's gettin' f**ked
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 f**k with
Gap teeth in ya mouth so my d**k's gots to fit

With my nuts on ya tonsils
While ya on stage rappin' at your wack-a*s concerts
And I'ma snatch your a*s 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, motherf**ker

Yeah, nine-deuce, Dr. Dre, dropin' chronic once again
It don't stop, punishing punk motherf**kers real quick like
Compton style nigga, Doggy Dogg in the motherf**kin' house
Long Beach in the motherf**kin' house

Straight up, really doe
Breakin' all you s*ckaz off somethin' real proper like
You know what I'm sayin'?
All these s*cka a*s niggaz can eat a fat d**k

Yeah, Eazy-E Eazy-E Eazy-E can eat a big fat d**k
Tim Dog can eat a big fat d**k
Luke, can eat a fat d**k
Yeah

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