Bushwick Bill - f** wit Dre Day (And Everybody's Celebratin') lyrics

[Intro] Hah, yeah Hell yeah Hah, know what I'm saying? Yeah [Verse 1] Mista Busta, where the f** you at? Can't scrap a lick, so I know you got your gat Your dick on hard, from f**in' your road dogs The hoods you threw up with, n***as you grew up with Don't even respect your a** That's why it's time for the doctor to check your a**, n***a Used to be my homie, used to be my ace Now I wanna slap the taste out ya mouth Make ya bow down to the Row f**in' me, now I'm f**in' you, little ho Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide Let me ride, just another homicide Yeah, it's me so I'mma talk on Stomping on the Eazy-est streets that you can't walk on So strap on your Compton hat, your locs And watch your back cause you might get smoked, loc And pa** the bud and stay low-key B.G. cause you lost all your homie's love Now call it what you want to You f**ed with me, now it's a must that I f** with you [Interlude] Yeah, that's what the f** I'm talkin' about We have your mothaf**in' record company surrounded Put down the candy and let the little boy go You know what I'm sayin? Punk motherf**er (We want Eazy! We want Eazy!) [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay Doggy Dogg's in the motherf**in' house Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay d**h Row's in the motherf**in 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 making jokes about your jimmy But here's a jimmy joke about your momma that you might not like I heard she was the 'Frisco dyke But f** your mama, I'm talking 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 kicking were quite bootylicious You get with Doggy Dogg "oh is he crazy?" With your mama and your daddy hollering "Baby!" So won't they let you know That if you f** with Dre, n***a you're f**in' wit d**h Row And I ain't even slanging them thangs I'm hollering 187 with my dick in your mouth, beyotch [Interlude: RBX] Yeah n***a, Compton and Long Beach together on this motherf**er So you wanna pop that sh**, get your motherf**in cranium cracked n***a Step on up Now, we ain't no motherf**in joke so remember the name Mighty, mighty D-R Yeah, motherf**er [Verse 3: Dr. Dre + Snoop Dogg] Now understand this: my n***a Dre can't be touched Luke's bending over so Luke's getting f**ed, buster Must've thought I was sleazy Or thought I was a mark cause I used to hang with Eazy Animosity made you speak what you spoke Ayo Dre Whattup? Check this n***a off, loc If it ain't another ho that I gots to f** with Gap teeth in your mouth so my dick's gots to fit With my nuts on your tonsils While you're onstage rapping at your wack-a** concert And I'mma snatch your a** from the backside To show you how d**h Row pull off that hoo-ride Now you might not understand me Cause I'mma rob you in Compton and blast you in Miami Then we gonna 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 trying to check my homie, you better check yourself Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself, motherf**er Yeah, n***a [Outro: Snoop Dogg] Yeah, nine-deuce Dr. Dre, dropping chronic once again It don't stop: punishing punk motherf**ers real quick like Doggy Dogg in the motherf**in house Long Beach in the motherf**in house Compton style n***a, straight up, really tho Breaking all you s**as off something real proper like You know what I'm sayin? All these s**a a** n***as can eat a fat dick Yeah, Eazy-E can eat a big fat dick Tim Dog can eat a big fat dick Luke can eat a fat dick