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 you at?
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Can't scrap a lick, so I know you got your gat
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Your stay on hard, from gankin' your road dogs
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The hood you threw up with, homies you grew up with
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Don't even respect your ass
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So now it's time for the doctor, to check your ass, fool
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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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Gankin' me, now I'm gankin' 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 loc's
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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 tripped wit me, now it's a must that I trip 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 definitely in the house
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Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
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Death Row's definitely in the 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 ----
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But on the rizzil, 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 step to Dre fool your steppin' to 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 gat in yo' mouth, fool.
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[Break 2:]
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Yeah Long Beach & Compton & together on this tramp
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& just when your gone people slippin' bull yeah, right back at ya.
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Now you want to step up & get your cranium cracked.
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Step on up. & remember the name
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Mighty, mighty D R. Yeah!
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[Verse 3: Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg:]
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[Snoop Dogg:]
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Now understand this my homey Dre can't be touched.
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[Dr. Dre:]
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Luke's bendin' over.
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[Snoop Dogg:]
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So Luke's gettin' stuck, busta.
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[Dr. Dre:]
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Musta, thought I was sleazy
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Or thought I was a mark 'cause I used to hang with Eazy.
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[Snoop Dogg:]
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Animosity, made you speak but you spoke
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Hey yo Dre.
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[Dr. Dre:]
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What up?
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[Snoop Dogg:]
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Break him off somethin' 'loc.
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[Dr. Dre:]
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If it ain't another hoe that I got's to get with
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Gap teeth in your mouth so my gat's got's to fit.
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[Snoop Dogg:]
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With my sack on your tonsils
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While your onstage rappin' at your wack ass concerts.
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[Dr. Dre:]
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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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[Snoop Dogg:]
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Now you might not understand me.
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[Dr. Dre:]
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'Cause I'm a rob you in Compton & blast you in Miami.
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[Snoop Dogg:]
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Then we gon' creep to South Central
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On a Street Knowledge mission...
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[Dr. Dre:]
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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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[Snoop Dogg:]
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You tryin' to check my homey, you best check yourself
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'Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself.
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[Dr. Dre:]
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Hell yeah.
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[Outro:]
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So all you mark ass busters we can raise up
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Really doe, Death Row is runnin' the 9 trey.
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& you know we can't be faded.
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Dre Day (Video Version)
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