Lyrics: Snoop Dogg/Dr. Dre/Colin Fitzroy Wolfe
Music: Snoop Dogg/Dr. Dre/Colin Fitzroy Wolfe
Yeah, hell yeah,knowhatI'msayin
Dr Dre feat Snoop Dog
**** Wit Dre Da
Yeah
Mista Busta, where the **** ya at
Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat
Your shit on hard, from ****ing your road dog
The hood you threw up with, niggas you grew up wit
Don't even respect your ass
That's why it's time for the doctor,
to check your ass, *****
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
****ing me, now I'm ****ing you, little h
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 ****ed wit me, now it's a must that I **** wit yo
Yeah, that's what the **** I'm talking abou
We have your mother****ing record company surrounde
Put down the candy and let the little boy go
You knowhatI'msayin, punk mother****er
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Doggy Dogg's in the mother****ing hous
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Death Row's in the mother****ing hous
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 **** your mama, I'm talking about you and m
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 **** with Dre ***** you're ****ing wit Death Ro
And I ain't even slangin them thangs
I'm hollin' one-eight-seven with my
**** in yo mouth, beotc
Yeah bitch, Compton and Long Beac
together on this mother****er
So you wanna pop that shit get yo
mother****ing cranium cracked bitc
Step on up. Now, we ain't no
mother****ing joke so remember the nam
]Mighty, mighty D-R. Yeahhh, MOTHER****er!
Now understand this my nigga Dre can't be touche
Luke's bendin over, so Luke's gettin ****ed, bust
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 nigga off lo
If it ain't another ho that I gots ta **** wit
Gap teeth in ya mouth so my dicks gots to fi
With my nuts on ya tonsils
While ya onstage rappin at your wack-ass concerts
And I'ma snatch your ass 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, MOTHER****er
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