Fuck With Dre Day

Artist: Dr. Dre & Snoop Doggy Dogg Intro: Dr. Dre Ha, yeah, hell yeah, ha knowhatI'msayin *Sssss* Verse One: Dr. Dre 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 Nigga 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 homey's love Now call it what you want to You f**ked with me, now it's a must that I f**k wit you Interlude: Dr. Dre 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 knowhatI'msayin, punk motherf**ker **We want Eazy, we want Eazy** Verse Two: Snoop Doggy Dogg 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 will 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, beeyatch Interlude: RBX 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. Yeahhh, MOTHERf**kER! 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 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 nigga... Outro: Snoop Doggy Dogg 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, yeah Long Beach in the motherf**kin house, yeah Yeah, straight up, really doe Breakin all you s*ckaz off somethin real proper like YouknowhatI'msayin? 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...