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[email protected]
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Yeah, hell yeah, knowhatI'msayin, yeah
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[Verse One: Dr. Dre]
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Mista Busta, where the fuck ya at?
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Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya 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, niggaz 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 ho
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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'ma 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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And watch your back cause you might get smoked, loc
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And pass the bud, and 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 One: Dre]
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Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm talkin about
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We have your motherfuckin record company surrounded
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Put down the candy and let the little boy go
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You knowhatI'msayin, punk motherfucker
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(**We want Eazy, we want Eazy**)
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[Verse Two: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
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Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
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Doggy Dogg's in the motherfuckin house
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Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
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Death Row's in the motherfuckin 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 ya Timmy
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It seems like you're 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 and 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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And 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 ya mama and your daddy hollin' Bay-Bee
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So won't they let you know
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That if you fuck with Dre nigga you're fuckin wit Death Row
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And I ain't even slangin them thangs
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I'm hollin' one-eight-seven with my dick in yo mouth, beotch
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[Break Two]
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Yeah nigga, Compton and Long Beach together on this motherfucker
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So you wanna pop that shit get yo motherfuckin crranium cracked nigga
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Step on up. Now, we ain't no motherfuckin joke so remember the name
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Mighty, mighty D-R. Yeahhh, MOTHERFUCKER!
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[Verse Three: Dre and Snoop]
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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 ya speak but ya spoke
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Ay yo Dre, whattup, check this nigga off loc
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If it ain't another ho that I gots ta fuck with
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Gap teeth in ya mouth so my dick's gots to fit
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With my nuts on ya tonsils
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While ya onstage rappin at your wack-ass concerts
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And I'ma 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'ma rob you in Compton and 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, MOTHERFUCKER
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[Outro]
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Yeah, nine-deuce
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Dr. Dre, dropin chronic once again
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It don't stop, Punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like
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Doggy Dogg in the motherfuckin house
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Long Beach in the motherfuckin house
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Compton style nigga, straight up, really doe
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Breakin all you suckaz off somethin real proper like
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YouknowhatI'msayin?
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All these sucka ass niggaz 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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The Chronic
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