作词 : Doctor Dre, Snoop Dogg ...

Yeah, hell yeah,knowhatI'msayin

Dr Dre feat Snoop Dog

**** Wit Dre Day

Yeah

Mista Busta, where the **** ya at?

Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat

Your **** on hard, from f****n your road dogs

The hood you threw up with, ****** you grew up with

Don't even respect your ass

That's why it's time for the doctor,

to check your ass, *****

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****n me, now I'm f****n 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 f****d wit me, now it's a must that I **** wit you

Yeah, that's what the **** I'm talkin about

We have your motherf****n record company surrounded

Put down the candy and let the little boy go

You knowhatI'msayin, punk motherf****r

Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay

Doggy Dogg's in the motherf****n house

Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay

Death Row's in the motherf****n 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 **** 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 f****n 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 motherf****r

So you wanna pop that s*it get yo

motherf****n crranium cracked *****

Step on up. Now, we ain't no

motherf****n joke so remember the name

]Mighty, mighty D-R. Yeahhh, MOTHERF****R!

Now understand this my ***** Dre can't be touched

Luke's bendin over, so Luke's gettin f****d, 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-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, MOTHERF****R

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