Fuck wit Dre Day (And Everybody's Celebratin)

Yeah, hell yeah, know what Im sayin, yeah
(Verse One: Dr. Dre)
Mista Busta, where the fuck ya at?
Cant scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat
Your dick on hard, from fuckin your road dogs
The hood you threw up with, niggaz you grew up with
Dont even respect your ass
Thats why its time for the doctor, to check your ass , nigga
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
Fuckin me, now Im fuckin you, little ho
Oh, dont think I forgot, let you slide
Let me ride, just another homicide
Yeah its me so Ima talk on
Stompin on the Eazyest 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 homeys love
Now call it what you want to
You fucked wit me, now its a must that I fuck wit you
(Break One: Dre)
Yeah, thats what the fuck Im talkin about
We have your motherfuckin record company surrounded
Put down the candy and let the little boy go
You knowhatImsayin, punk motherfucker
(**We want Eazy, we want Eazy**)
(Verse Two: Snoop Doggy Dogg)
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Doggy Doggs in the motherfuckin house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Death Rows 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 youre good for makin jokes about your jimmy
But heres a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not like
I heard she was the Frisco dyke
But fuck your mama, Im talkin about you and me
Toe to toe, Tim M-U-T
Your bark was loud, but your bite wasnt 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 wont they let you know
That if you fuck with Dre nigga youre fuckin wit Death Row
And I aint even slangin them thangs
Im hollin one-eight-seven with my dick in yo mouth, beotch
(Break Two)
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 aint no motherfuckin joke so remember the name
Mighty, mighty D-R. Yeahhh, MOTHERFUCKER!
(Verse Three: Dre and Snoop)
Now understand this my nigga Dre cant be touched
Lukes bendin over, so Lukes gettin fucked, busta
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 loc
If it aint another ho that I gots ta fuck with
Gap teeth in ya mouth so my dicks gots to fit
With my nuts on ya tonsils
While ya onstage rappin at your wack-ass concerts
And Ima snatch your ass from the backside
To show you how Death Row pull off that whoride
Nowyou might not understand me
Cause Ima 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, MOTHERFUCKER
(Outro)
Yeah, nine-deuce
Dr. Dre, dropin chronic once again
It dont stop, Punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like
Doggy Dogg in the motherfuckin house
Long Beach in the motherfuckin house
Compton style nigga, straight up, really doe
Breakin all you suckaz off somethin real proper like
YouknowhatImsayin?
All these sucka ass niggaz 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