Dre Day

LETRA

Dre Day

Yeah, hell yeah. know what i'm sayin'? yeah...
Mister buster, where the f*** ya at?
Can't scrap a leg, so i know ya got your gat.
Your dick on hard, from fuc*** your road dogs.
The hood you threw up with, niggaz you grew up with
Don't even respect your ass.
That's why it's time for the doctor to check your ass, 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.
Fuckin' me, now i'm fuckin' you, little ho.
Oh, don't think i forgot, let you slide.
Let me ride, just another homicide.
Yeah it's me so i'mma 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 homie's love
Now call it what you want to.
You fuc*** wit me, now it's a must that i f*** wit you!

Yeah, that's what the f*** i'm talkin about.
We have your motherfuc*** record company surrounded.
Put down the candy and let the little boy go...
You know what i'm sayin'? punk motherfuc***...
**we want eazy, we want eazy**

Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay.
Doggy dogg's in the motherfuckin' house...
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay.
Death row's in the motherfuckin' house...
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay.
The sounds of a dog brings me to another day.
Play, with my bone won't you tell me
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 dank.
But f*** 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' babee.
So won't they let you know
That if you f*** with dre, nigga, you're fuckin' wit death row.
And i ain't even slangin' them thangs.
I'm hollin' one-eight-seven with my dick in your mouth, biyitch!

Yeah ,nigga! compton and long beach together on this motherfuc***.
So you wanna pop that shit - get yo motherfuckin' cranium cracked nigga.
Step on up. now, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke so remember the name:
Mighty, mighty d-r. yeahhh, motherfuc***!

Now understand this: my nigga dre can't be touched.
Luke's bendin' over, so luke's gettin fuc***, buster.
Must have thought i was sleazy,
Or thought i was a mark cause i used to hang with eazy.
Animosity made ya speak but ya spoke.
Hey, yo dre! whattup? chip this nigga off loc.
If it ain't another ho that i gots to f*** with.
Gap teeth in your mouth so my dick's gots to fit.
With my nuts on ya tonsils
While ya onstage rappin' at your wack-ass concerts.
And i'mma snatch your ass from the backside
To show you how death row pull off that whoride.
Now you might not understand me,
'cause i'mma 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 homie, you best check yo self.
Cause when you dis dre you dis yourself, motherfucker

Yeah, nine-deuce.
Dr. dre, droppin' chronic once again.
It don't stop. punishing punk motherfuc*** real quick like compton style, nigga!
Doggy dogg's in the motherfuckin' house...
Long beach is in the motherfuckin' house...
Yeah, yeah... straight up, really doe!
Breakin' all these suckers off somethin' real proper like...
You know what i'm sayin'?

All these sucker ass niggaz can eat a fat dick:
Yeah! eazy-e, eazy-e, eazy-e can eat a big fat dick!
Tim dog can ea