Dr. Dre - Fuck Wit Dre Day Lyrics

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Yeah, hell yeah, knowhatI'msayin, yeah

Mista Busta, where the **** ya at?
Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat
Your **** on hard, from ****in' your road dogs
The hood you threw up with, *****z you grew up with
Don't even respect your ***
That's why it's time for the doctor, to check your ***, *****
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
****in' me, now I'm ****in' 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 ****ed wit me, now it's a must that I **** wit you

Yeah, that's what the **** I'm talkin' about
We have your **********in' record company surrounded
Put down the candy and let the little boy go
You knowhatI'msayin, punk ************
(**We want Eazy, we want Eazy**)

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

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

Now understand this my ***** Dre can't be touched
Luke's bendin over, so Luke's gettin' ****ed, 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 ***** off loc
If it ain't another ho that I gots ta **** with
Gap teeth in ya mouth so my ****'s gots to fit
With my nuts on ya tonsils
While ya onstage rappin' at your wack-*** concerts
And I'ma snatch your *** 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, ************

Yeah, nine-deuce
Dr. Dre, droppin' chronic once again
It don't stop, Punishing punk ************s real quick like
Doggy Dogg in the **********in' house
Long Beach in the **********in' house
Compton style *****, straight up, really doe
Breakin' all you suckaz off somethin' real proper like
YouknowhatI'msayin?
All these sucka *** *****z can eat a fat ****
Yeah, Eazy-E Eazy-E Eazy-E can eat a big fat ****
Tim Dog can eat a big fat ****
Luke, can eat a fat ****
Yeah


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