Yeah, hell yeah. You know what I'm sayin'? Yeah.
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[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
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Mista Busta. Where the fuck you at?
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Can't scrap a lick, so I know you got your gat
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Your dick on hard, from fuckin' your road dogs
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The hood you threw up with, niggas you grew up with
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Don't even respect your ass
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That's why it's time for the doctor, to check your ass, nigga
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Used to be my homey, used to be my ace
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Now I wanna slap the taste out yo' mouth
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Make you bow down to the row
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Fuckin' me, now I'm fuckin' you, little hoe
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Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide
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Let me ride, just another homicide
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Yeah it's me so I'm a talk on
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Stompin' on the 'Eazy'est streets that you can walk on
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So strap on your Compton hat, your locs
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& watch your back cause you might get smoked, loc
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& pass the bud & stay low-key
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B.G. cause you lost all your homey's love
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Now call it what you want to
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You fucked wit me, now it's a must that I fuck wit you.
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[Break 1: Dr. Dre]
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Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm talkin' about
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We have your muthafuckin' record company surrounded
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Put down the candy & let the little boy go
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You know what I'm sayin' punk muthafucker?
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(**We want Eazy, we want Eazy**)
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[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
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Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
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Doggy Dogg's in the muthafuckin' house
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Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
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Death Row's in the muthafuckin' house
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Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
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The sounds of a dog brings me to another day
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Play, with my bone would your Timmy
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It seems like your good for makin' jokes about your jimmy
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But here's a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not like
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I heard she was the 'Frisco dyke
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But fuck your mama, I'm talkin' about you & me
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Toe to toe, Tim M U T
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Your bark was loud, but your bite wasn't vicious
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& them rhymes you were kickin' were quite bootylicious.
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You get with Doggy Dogg oh is he crazy?
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With your mama & your daddy hollin' baby
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So won't they let you know
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That if you fuck with Dre nigga your fuckin' wit Death Row
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& I ain't even slangin' them things
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I'm hollin' 1 8 7 with my dick in yo' mouth, bitch.
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[Break 2:]
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Yeah nigga, Compton & Long Beach together on this muthafucker
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So you wanna pop that shit get yo' muthafuckin' crranium cracked nigga
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Step on up. Now, we ain't no muthafuckin' joke so remember the name
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Mighty, mighty D R. Yeah muthafucker!
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[Verse 3: Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg]
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Now understand this my nigga Dre can't be touched
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Luke's bendin' over, so Luke's gettin' fucked, busta
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Musta, thought I was sleazy
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Or though I was a mark cause I used to hang with Eazy
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Animosity, made your speak but your spoke
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Hey yo Dre, what up, check this nigga off loc
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If it ain't another hoe that I got's to fuck with
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Gap teeth in your mouth so my dick's got's to fit
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With my nuts on your tonsils
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While your onstage rappin' at your wack ass concerts
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& I'm a snatch your ass from the backside
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To show you how Death Row pull off that whoride
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Now you might not understand me
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Cause I'm a rob you in Compton & blast you in Miami
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Then we gon' creep to South Central
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On a Street Knowledge mission, as I steps in the temple
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Spot him, got him, as I pulls out my strap
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Got my chrome to the side of his White Sox hat
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You tryin' to check my homey, you better check yo' self
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Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself muthafucker.
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[Outro:]
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Yeah, 9-deuce
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Dr. Dre, dropin' chronic once again
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It don't stop, Punishin' punk muthafuckers real quick like
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Doggy Dogg in the muthafuckin' house
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Long Beach in the muthafuckin' house
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Compton style nigga, straight up, really doe
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Breakin' all you suckers off somethin' real proper like.
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You know what I'm sayin'?
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All these sucker ass niggas can eat a fat dick
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Yeah, Eazy E Eazy E Eazy E can eat a big fat dick
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Tim Dog can eat a big fat dick
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Luke, can eat a fat dick
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Yeah.
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Fuck Wit Dre Day & Everybody's Celebratin'
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| Dr.Dre |
