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Yeah, hell yeah, knowhatI'msayin, yeah
Verse One: Dre
Mista Busta, where the fk ya at?
Can't scr*p a lick, so I know ya got your gat
Your d*ck on hard, from fkin your road dogs
The hood you threw up with, you grew up with
Don't even respect your as*
That's why it's time for the doctor, to check your ass, nigg*
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
fkin me, now I'm fkin 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 fked wit me, now it's a must that I fk wit you
Break One: Dre
Yeah, that's what the fk I'm talkin about
We have your motherfkin record company surrounded
Put down the candy and let the little boy go
You knowhatI'msayin, punk motherfker
**We want Eazy, we want Eazy**
Verse Two: Snoop Doggy Dogg
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Doggy Dogg's in the motherfkin house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Death Row's in the motherfkin 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 dy*ke
But fk 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 fk with Dre nigg* you're fkin wit Death Row
And I ain't even slangin them thangs
I'm hollin' one-eight-seven with my d*ck in yo mouth, beotch
Break Two:
Yeah nigg*, Compton and Long Beach together on this motherfker
So you wanna pop that s**t get yo motherfkin crranium cracked nigg*
Step on up. Now, we ain't no motherfkin joke so remember the name
Mighty, mighty D-R. Yeahhh, MOTHERfker!
Verse Three: Dre and Snoop
Now understand this my nigg* Dre can't be touched
Luke's bendin over, so Luke's gettin fked, 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 nigg* off loc
If it ain't another ho that I gots ta fk with
Gap teeth in ya mouth so my d*ck's gots to fit
With my nuts on ya tonsils
While ya onstage rappin at your wack-ass concerts
And I'ma sn*tch your as* 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, MOTHERfker
Outtro
Yeah, nine-deuce
Dr. Dre, dropin chronic once again
It don't stop, Punishing punk motherfkers real quick like
Doggy Dogg in the motherfkin house
Long Beach in the motherfkin house
Compton style nigg*, straight up, really doe
Breakin all you suckaz off somethin real proper like
YouknowhatI'msayin?
All these sucka as* can eat a fat d*ck
Yeah, Eazy-E Eazy-E Eazy-E can eat a big fat d*ck
Tim Dog can eat a big fat d*ck
Luke, can eat a fat d*ck
Yeah