F**k Wit Dre Day (And Everybody's Celebratin')

Hah, yeah

Hell yeah

Hah, know what I'm sayin'?

Yeah

Mister 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, **** 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 your mouth

Make you bow down to the Row

Fuckin' me, now I'm fuckin' 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

Stompin' 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 what 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, 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 you, 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 a '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 your mama and your daddy hollerin', "Baby"

So won't they let you know

That if you fuck with Dre, ****, you're fuckin' wit' Death Row

And I ain't even swangin' them thangs

I'm hollerin' 187 with my dick in your mouth, biatch

Yeah, ****, Compton and Long Beach together on this motherfucker

So you wanna pop that shit, get your motherfuckin' cranium cracked, ****, 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 **** Dre can't be touched

Luke's bending 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, chip this **** off, loc (What up?)

If it ain't another ho 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, ****)

So I don't want no dilapidated, two-faced, pigeon-toed, bow-legged, cross-eyed son of a gun fuckin' with me

Yeah, nine-deuce

Dr. Dre droppin' chronic once again

It don't stop

Punishin' punk motherfuckers real quick-like

Compton style, ****

Doggy Dogg's in the motherfuckin' house

Yeah, Long Beach is in the motherfuckin' house

Yeah, yeah, straight up, really though (Death Row is in the house, yeah)

Breaking all them suckas off something real proper-like

You know what I'm sayin'?

All them sucker-ass **** 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)