Fuck Wit Dre Day (And Everybody’s Celebratin’) - Dr. Dre

Yeah, hell yeah, 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

Make you 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 Eazy'est 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 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

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 would ya Timmy

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, beotch

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, 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

Long Beach in the motherfuckin' house

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