Dre Day Songtext / Lyric

Yeah, hell yeah

Ha, know what I'm sayin'?



Yeah, Mista Busta, where the fuck ya at?

Can't 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



Don't even respect your ass

That's why it's 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



Nigga bow down to the row

Fuckin' me, now I'm fuckin' you, little hoe

Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide

Let me ride, just another homicide



Yeah, it's me so I'ma 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 homey's love

Now call it what you want to

You fucked with me, now it's a must that I fuck wit you



Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm talkin' about

We have your motherfuckin' record company surrounded

Put down the candy and let the little boy go

You know what I'm sayin'?, Punk motherfucker

We want Eazy, we want Eazy



Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay

Doggy Dogg's in the motherfuckin' house

Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay

Death Row's 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 with ya jimmy

It seems like you're good for makin' jokes about your jimmy



But here's a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not like

I heard she was the 'Frisco Dyke

But fuck your mama, I'm talkin' about you and me

Toe to toe, Tim M U T



Your bark was loud, but your bite wasn't 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 won't they let you know

That if you fuck with Dre nigga you're fuckin' wit Death Row

And I ain't even slangin' them thangs

I'm hollin' one-eight-seven with my dick in yo mouth, beeyatch



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 ain't no motherfuckin' joke so remember the name

Mighty, mighty D R, yeah, motherfucker



Now understand this my nigga Dre can't be touched

Luke's bendin' over, so Luke's 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 ain't another ho that I gots ta fuck with

Gap teeth in ya mouth so my dick's gots to fit



With my nuts on ya tonsils

While ya on stage rappin' at your wack-ass concerts

And I'ma snatch your ass from the backside

To show you how Death Row pull off that who-ride



Now you might not understand me

'Cause I'ma 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

Yeah nigga



Yeah, nine-deuce

Dr. Dre, dropin' chronic once again

It don't stop, punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like

Compton style nigga



Doggy Dogg in the motherfuckin' house, yeah

Long Beach in the motherfuckin' house, yeah

Yeah, straight up, really doe

Breakin' all you suckaz off somethin' real proper like

You know what I'm sayin'?



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