Dr Dre - F**k Wit Dre Day Lyrics
Yeah, hell yeah, knowhatI'msayin, yeahVerse One: DreMista Busta, where the f*** ya at?Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gatYour dick on hard, from f***in your road dogsThe hood you threw up with, niggaz you grew up withDon't even respect your assThat's why it's time for the doctor, to check your ass, niggaUsed to be my homey, used to be my aceNow I wanna slap the taste out yo mouthMake you bow down to the rowf***in me, now I'm f***in you, little hoOh, don't think I forgot, let you slideLet me ride, just another homicideYeah it's me so I'ma talk onStompin on the 'Eazy'est streets that you can walk onSo strap on your Compton hat, your locsAnd watch your back cause you might get smoked, locAnd pass the bud, and stay low-keyB.G. cause you lost all your homey's loveNow call it what you want toYou f***ed wit me, now it's a must that I f*** wit youBreak One: DreYeah, that's what the f*** I'm talkin aboutWe have your motherf***in record company surroundedPut down the candy and let the little boy goYou knowhatI'msayin, punk motherf***er**We want Eazy, we want Eazy**Verse Two: Snoop Doggy DoggBow wow wow yippy yo yippy yayDoggy Dogg's in the motherf***in houseBow wow wow yippy yo yippy yayDeath Row's in the motherf***in houseBow wow wow yippy yo yippy yayThe sounds of a dog brings me to another dayPlay, with my bone with ya jimmyIt seems like you're good for makin jokes about your jimmyBut here's a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not likeI heard she was the 'Frisco dykeBut f*** your mama, I'm talkin about you and meToe to toe, Tim M-U-TYour bark was loud, but your bite wasn't viciousAnd them rhymes you were kickin were quite bootyliciousYou get with Doggy Dogg oh is he crazy?With ya mama and your daddy hollin' Bay-BeeSo won't they let you knowThat if you f*** with Dre nigga you're f***in wit Death RowAnd I ain't even slangin them thangsI'm hollin' one-eight-seven with my dick in yo mouth, beotchBreak Two:Yeah nigga, Compton and Long Beach together on this motherf***erSo you wanna pop that shit get yo motherf***in crranium cracked niggaStep on up. Now, we ain't no motherf***in joke so remember the nameMighty, mighty D-R. Yeahhh, MOTHERf***ER!Verse Three: Dre and SnoopNow understand this my nigga Dre can't be touchedLuke's bendin over, so Luke's gettin f***ed, bustaMusta, thought I was sleazyOr though I was a mark cause I used to hang with EazyAnimosity, made ya speak but ya spokeAy yo Dre, whattup, check this nigga off locIf it ain't another ho that I gots ta f*** withGap teeth in ya mouth so my dick's gots to fitWith my nuts on ya tonsilsWhile ya onstage rappin at your wack-ass concertsAnd I'ma snatch your ass from the backsideTo show you how Death Row pull off that whorideNow you might not understand meCause I'ma rob you in Compton and blast you in MiamiThen we gon creep to South CentralOn a Street Knowledge mission, as I steps in the templeSpot him, got him, as I pulls out my strapGot my chrome to the side of his White Sox hatYou tryin to check my homey, you better check yo selfCause when you diss Dre you diss yourself, MOTHERf***EROuttroYeah, nine-deuceDr. Dre, dropin chronic once againIt don't stop, Punishing punk motherf***ers real quick likeDoggy Dogg in the motherf***in houseLong Beach in the motherf***in houseCompton style nigga, straight up, really doeBreakin all you suckaz off somethin real proper likeYouknowhatI'msayin?All these sucka ass niggaz can eat a fat dickYeah, Eazy-E Eazy-E Eazy-E can eat a big fat dickTim Dog can eat a big fat dickLuke, can eat a fat dickYeah
