*** Wit Dre Day Lyrics – Dr. Dre
Hah, yeah
Hell yeah
Hah, know what I’m saying?
Yeah
Mista Busta, where the *** you at?
Can’t scrap a lick, so I know you got your gat
Your *** on hard from *** your road dogs
The hoods you threw up with, niggas 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 homie, used to be my ace
Now I wanna slap the taste out ya mouth
Make ya bow down to the Row
*** me, now I’m *** you, lil’ 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
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
B.G., ’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 what the *** I’m talking about
We have your *** record company surrounded
Put down the candy and let the little boy go
You know what I’m saying? Punk ***
We want Eazy! 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 making jokes about your jimmy
Well, here’s a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not like
I heard she was a ‘Frisco ***
But *** your mama, I’m talking 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 kicking were quite bootylicious
You get with Doggy Dogg? “Oh, is he crazy?”
With your mama and your daddy hollering “Baby!”
So won’t they let you know
That if you *** with Dre, ***, you’re *** with Death Row
And I ain’t even swanging them thangs
I’m hollering 187 with my *** in your mouth, ***
Yeah, ***, Compton and Long Beach together on this ***
So you wanna pop that ***, get your *** cranium cracked, ***, 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 *** Dre can’t be touched
Luke’s bending over so Luke’s getting ***, 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 *** off, loc
If it ain’t another ho that I gots to *** with
Gap teeth in your mouth so my ***’s gots to fit
With my nuts on your tonsils
While you’re on stage rapping at your wack-ass concert
And I’ma snatch your ass 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 gonna 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, ***)
So I don’t want no dilapidated, two-faced, pigeon-toed, bow-legged, cross-eyed son of a *** *** with me (*** with me)
Yeah, nine-deuce
Dr. Dre dropping chronic once again
It don’t stop
Punishing punk *** real quick-like
Compton style, ***
Doggy Dogg’s in the *** house
Yeah, Long Beach is in the *** house
Yeah, yeah, straight up
Really, though
Breaking all them suckers off something real proper-like
You know what I’m saying?
All them sucker-ass niggas 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 (Yeah)