Fuck Wit Dre Day (And Everybody's Celebratin')

Hah yeah, hell yeah, hah, know what I'm sayin'?
 Yeah
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 Mista Busta, where the fuck you at?
 Can't scrap a lick, so I know you got your gat
 Your dick on hard from fuckin' 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, 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 hoe
 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 fucked with me, now it's a must that I fuck with you
 (You better raise up)
 Yeah, that's the fuck I'm talkin' about
 We have your motherfuckin' record company surrounded
 Put down the candy and let the little boy go
 You know what I'm sayin'? Punk motherfucker
 (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, 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 fuck 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 fuck with Dre, nigga, you're fuckin' with Death Row
 And I ain't even swangin' them thangs
 I'm hollerin' 1-8-7 with my dick in yo' mouth, biatch!
 Yeah, nigga, Compton and Long Beach together on this motherfucker
 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, yeah, motherfucker (the shit done hit the fan)
 Now understand this, my nigga Dre can't be touched
 Luke's bendin' over, so Luke's gettin' fucked, 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 hoe that I gots to fuck 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-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 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, motherfucker
 (Yeah, nigga)
 So I don't want no dilapidated, two-faced, pigeon-toed, bow-legged
 Cross-eyed son of a gun fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me)
 Yeah, nine-deuce, Dr. Dre
 Droppin' Chronic once again
 It don't stop
 Punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like
 Compton style, nigga
 Doggy Dogg's in the motherfuckin' house, yeah
 Long Beach's in the motherfuckin' house, yeah, yeah
 Straight up (Death Row is in the house)
 Really, though
 Breakin' all you suckers off somethin' real proper like
 You know what I'm sayin'?
 All them sucker ass niggas can eat a fat dick
 Yeah, Eazy-E, Eazy-E, Eazy-E can eat a big fat dick
 Tim Dog can eat a big fat dick
 Luke can eat a fat dick
 Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)