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Song title: Dr.Dre - Dre Day (Edited)

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[Dr. Dre:]
Yeah, hell yeah. You know what I'm sayin'? Yeah.

[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
Mista Busta. Where you at?
Can't scrap a lick, so I know you got your ghat
You stay on hard, from gankin' your road dogs
The hood you threw up with, homies you grew up with
Don't even respect your ass
So now it's time for the doctor to check your ass, fool
Used to be my homey, used to be my ace
Now I wanna slap the taste out your mouth
Make you bow down to the row
Gankin' me, now I'm gankin' you, little hoe
Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide
Let Me Ride, just another homicide
Yeah it's me so I'm a talk on
Stompin' on the 'Eazy'est streets that you can walk on
So strap on your Compton hat
Your 'loc's & watch your back 'cause you might get smoked 'loc
& pass the bud & stay low-key
B.G. 'cause you lost all your homey's love
Now call it what you want to
You trip wit me, now it's a must that I trip wit you.

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Doggy Dogg's definitely in the house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Death Row's definitely in the 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 your 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 ----
But on the rizeals, I'm talkin' about you & me
Toe to toe, Tim M U T
Your bark was loud, but your bite wasn't vicious
& them rhymes you were kickin' were quite bootylicious.
You get with Doggy Dogg. Oh is he crazy?
With your mama & your daddy hollin' "Baby"
So won't they let you know
That if you step to Dre, fool, your steppin' to Death Row
& I ain't even slangin' them things
I'm hollin' 1 8 7 with my ghat in your mouth, fool.

[Break 2:]
Yeah, Long Beach & Compton together on this track
And just when you thought we were slippin'
Boo yeah! Right back at ya.
Now, you wanna step up & get your cranium cracked, step on up
And remember the name
Mighty, mighty D R. And we puttin' in work. Yeah!

[Verse 3: Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg]

[Snoop Dogg:]
Now understand this my homey Dre can't be touched.

[Dr. Dre:]
Luke's bendin' over.

[Snoop Dogg:]
So Luke's gettin' stuffed, busta.

[Dr. Dre:]
Musta thought I was sleazy
Or thought I was a mark 'cause I used to hang with Eazy.

[Snoop Dogg:]
Animosity, made you speak but you spoke.
Hey yo Dre.

[Dr. Dre:]
What up?

[Snoop Dogg:]
Break him off somethin' 'loc.

[Dr. Dre:]
If it ain't another hoe that I got's to get with
Gap teeth in your mouth so my ghat's got's to fit.

[Snoop Dogg:]
With my sack on your tonsils
While your on stage rappin' at your whack ass concerts.

[Dr. Dre:]
& I'm a snatch your ass from the backside
To show you how Death Row pull off that whoride.

[Snoop Dogg:]
Now you might not understand me.

[Dr. Dre:]
'Cause I'm a rob you in Compton & blast you in Miami.

[Snoop Dogg:]
Then we gon' creep to South Central, on a Street Knowledge mission.

[Dr. Dre:]
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.

[Snoop Dogg:]
You tryin' to check my homey? You best check yourself
'Cause when you dis Dre you dis yourself.

[Outro: Dr. Dre]
Hell yeah!
So all you mark ass busters need to raise up.
Really doe.
Death Row is runnin' the 9 trey.
And you know we can't be faded.