Dr. Dre - F*ck Wit Dre Day (And Everybody's Celebratin') lyrics

Ha, yeah, hell yeah, ha knowhatI'msayin (Sssss) Yeah, Mista Busta, where the f*ck ya at? Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat Your dick on hard, from f*ckin your road dogs The hood you threw up with, n***as you grew up with Don't even respect your a** That's why it's time for the doctor, to check your a**, n***a Used to be my homey, used to be my ace Now I wanna slapped and s**ed out yo mouth n***a bow down to the row F*ckin me, now I'm f*ckin 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** 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*cked wit me, now it's a must that I f*ck wit you Yeah, that's what the f*ck I'm talkin about We have your motherf*ckin record company surrounded Put down the candy and let the little boy go You knowhatI'msayin, punk motherf*cker (We want Eazy, we want Eazy) Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay Doggy Dogg's in the motherf*ckin house Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay d**h Row's in the motherf*ckin 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 f*ck 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*ck with Dre n***a you're f*ckin wit d**h Row And I ain't even slangin them thangs I'm hollin' one-eight-seven with my dick in yo mouth, beeyatch Yeah n***a, Compton and Long Beach together on this motherf*cker So you wanna pop that sh** get yo motherf*ckin cranium cracked n***a Step on up. Now, we ain't no motherf*ckin joke so remember the name Mighty, mighty D-R. Yeahhh, MOTHERF*CKER! Now understand this my n***a Dre can't be touched Luke's bendin over, so Luke's gettin f*cked, 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 n***a off loc If it ain't another ho that I gots ta f*ck with Gap teeth in ya mouth so my dick's gots to fit With my nuts on ya tonsils While ya on stage rappin at your wack-a** concerts And I'ma snatch your a** from the backside To show you how d**h 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 best check yo self Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself, MOTHERF*CKER Yeah n***a... Yeah, nine-deuce Dr. Dre, dropin chronic once again It don't stop, Punishing punk motherf*ckers real quick like Compton style n***a Doggy Dogg in the motherf*ckin house, yeah Long Beach in the motherf*ckin house, yeah Yeah, straight up, really doe Breakin all you s**az off somethin real proper like YouknowhatI'msayin? All these s**a a** n***as 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...