Dr. Dre - Dre Day (radio mix) lyrics

Yeah, hell yeah Ha, know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, Mista Busta, where the f** ya at? Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat Your dick on hard, from f**in' your road dogs The hood 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 homey, used to be my ace Now I wanna slap the taste out yo mouth n***a bow down to the row f**in' me, now I'm f**in' 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 pa** the bud, and stay low-key B.G. 'cause you lost all your homey's love Now call it what you want to You f**ed with me, now it's a must that I f** wit you Yeah, that's what the f** I'm talkin' about We have your motherf**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 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 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 f** 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 f** with Dre n***a you're f**in' wit d**h Row And I ain't even slangin' them thangs I'm hollin' one-eight-seven with my dick in yo mouth, beeyatch Yeah n***a, Compton and Long Beach together on this motherf**er So you wanna pop that sh** get yo 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 Now understand this my n***a Dre can't be touched Luke's bendin' over, so Luke's gettin' f**ed, 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 n***a off loc If it ain't another ho that I gots ta f** 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-a** concerts And I'ma snatch your a** from the backside To show you how d**h 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, motherf**er Yeah n***a Yeah, nine-deuce Dr. Dre, dropin' chronic once again It don't stop, punishing punk motherf**ers real quick like Compton style n***a Doggy Dogg in the motherf**in' house, yeah Long Beach in the motherf**in' house, yeah Yeah, straight up, really doe Breakin' all you s**az off somethin' real proper like You know what I'm sayin'? All these s**a a** n***as 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