Fuck Wit Dre Day (And Everybody's Celebratin')

Yeah, hell yeah. You know what I'm sayin'? Yeah.

[Ver1:]
Mista Busta. Where the fuck you at
Can't scrap a lick, so I know you got your gat
Your dick on hard, from fuckin' your road dogs
The hood you threw up with, niggas 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'm a talk on
Stompin' on the 'Eazy'est streets that you can walk on
So strap on your Compton hat, your locs
& watch your back cause you might get smoked, loc
& pass the bud & stay low-key
B.G. cause you lost all your homey's love
Now call it what you want to
You fucked wit me, now it's a must that I fuck wit you.

[Break1:]
Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm talkin' about
We have your muthafuckin' record company surrounded
Put down the candy & let the little boy go
You know what I'm sayin' punk muthafucker
(**We want Eazy, we want Eazy**).

[Ver2:]
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Doggy Dogg's in the muthafuckin' house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Death Row's in the muthafuckin' house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
The sounds of a dog brings me to another day
Play, with my bone would your Timmy
It seems like your 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 & me
Toe to toe, Tim M U T
Your bark was loud, but your bite wasn't vicious
& them rhymes you were kickin' were quite bootylicious.
You get with Doggy Dogg oh is he crazy?
With your mama & your daddy hollin' baby
So won't they let you know
That if you fuck with Dre nigga your fuckin' wit Death Row
& I ain't even slangin' them things
I'm hollin' 1 8 7 with my dick in yo' mouth, bitch.

[Break2:]
Yeah nigga, Compton & Long Beach together on this muthafucker
So you wanna pop that shit get yo' muthafuckin' crranium cracked nigga
Step on up. Now, we ain't no muthafuckin' joke so remember the name
Mighty, mighty D R. Yeah muthafucker!

[Ver3:]
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 your speak but your spoke
Hey yo Dre, what up, check this nigga off loc
If it ain't another hoe that I got's to fuck with
Gap teeth in your mouth so my dick's got's to fit
With my nuts on your tonsils
While your onstage rappin' at your wack ass concerts
& I'm a snatch your ass from the backside
To show you how Death Row pull off that whoride
Now you might not understand me
Cause I'm a rob you in Compton & 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 muthafucker.

[Outro:]
Yeah, 9-deuce
Dr. Dre, dropin' chronic once again
It don't stop, Punishin' punk muthafuckers real quick like
Doggy Dogg in the muthafuckin' house
Long Beach in the muthafuckin' house
Compton style nigga, straight up, really doe
Breakin' all you suckers off somethin' real proper like.
You know what I'm sayin'?
All these sucker ass niggas 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.