**** Wit Dre Day (And Everybody's Celebratin') (Explicit)

Hah yeah
Hell yeah hah
Know what I'm sayin'
Yeah
Mista Busta
Where the **** you at
Can't scrap a lick
So I know you got your gat
Your d**k on hard from *******
Your road dogs
The hoods you threw up with
Niggas 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 homie
Used to be my ace
Now I wanna slap
The taste out your mouth
Make you bow down to the Row
******* me now I'm ******* you
Little h*e
Oh don't think I forgot
Let you slide
Let me ride just another homicide
Yeah it's me so I'ma talk on
Stomping on the easiest 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
BG 'cause you lost
All your homie's love
Now call it what you want to
You ****** with me
Now it's a must that I **** with you
You better raise up
Yeah that's the ****
I'm talkin' about
We have your *************
Record company surrounded
Put down the candy and
Let the little boy go
You know what I'm sayin'
Punk ************
We want Eazy We want Eazy
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Doggy Dogg's in the ************* house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Death Row's in the ************* 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
Well 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 hollerin' Baby
So what that let you know
That if you **** with Dre
Nigga you're ******* with Death Row
And I ain't even swangin'
Them thangs
I'm hollerin' 1-8-7 with my d**k
In yo' mouth biatch biatch
Yeah nigga Compton and Long Beach
Together on this ************
So you wanna pop that ****
Get yo' ************* cranium cracked
Nigga step on up
Now we ain't no *************
Joke so remember the name
Mighty mighty D-R yeah ************
The **** done hit the fan
Now understand this
My nigga Dre can't be touched
Luke's bendin' over
So Luke's gettin' ****** buster
Must've thought I was sleazy
Or thought I was a mark
'Cause I used to hang with Eazy
Animosity made you speak
What you spoke yeah
Ayo Dre what up
Chip this nigga off loc
If it ain't another h*e
That I gots to **** with
Gap teeth in your mouth
So my dick's gots to fit
With my nuts on your tonsils
While you're on stage rappin'
At your wack-a*s concert
And I'ma snatch your
A*s from the backside
And 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 tryna check my homie
You best check yourself
'Cause when you diss Dre
You diss yourself ************
Yeah nigga
So I don't want no dilapidated
Two-faced pigeon-toed bow-legged
Cross-eyed son of a gun ******* with me
******* with me
******* with me
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Nine-deuce yeah Dr Dre
Droppin' Chronic once again
It don't stop
Punishing punk ************* real quick like
Compton style nigga
Doggy Dogg's in the ************* house yeah
Long Beach's in the ************* house
Call me yeah
Yeah call that yeah
Straight up Death Row is in the house
Really though
Yes yeah
Breakin' all you suckers off
Somethin' real proper like
Yeah you know what I'm sayin'
Yeah
All them sucker a*s niggas
Can eat a fat d**k
Yeah 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 yeah yeah yeah
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