Dr. Dre & Snoop Doggy Dogg Fuck wit dre day Lyrics
            [Intro: Dr. Dre]
        
            Ha, yeah, hell yeah, ha knowhatI'msayin
            (Sssss)
        
            [Verse One: Dr. Dre]
        
            Yeah, Mista Busta, where the f___ ya at?
            Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat
            Your d___ on hard, from f___in your road dogs
            The hood you threw up with, n____z you grew up with
            Don't even respect your a__
            That's why it's time for the doctor, to check your a__, n____
            Used to be my homey, used to be my ace
            Now I wanna slap the taste out yo mouth
            n____ 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 '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 homey's love
            Now call it what you want to
            You f___ed wit me, now it's a must that I f___ wit you
        
            [Interlude: Dr. Dre]
        
            Yeah, that's what the f___ I'm talkin about
            We have your m_________in record company surrounded
            Put down the candy and let the little boy go
            You knowhatI'msayin, punk m_________er
            (We want Eazy, we want Eazy)
        
            [Verse Two: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
        
            Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
            Doggy Dogg's in the m_________in house
            Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
            Death Row's in the m_________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 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 d___
            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____ you're f___in wit Death Row
            And I ain't even slangin them thangs
            I'm hollin' one-eight-seven with my d___ in yo mouth, beeyatch
        
            [Interlude: RBX]
        
            Yeah n____, Compton and Long Beach together on this m_________er
            So you wanna pop that s___ get yo m_________in cranium cracked n____
            Step on up. Now, we ain't no m_________in joke so remember the name
            Mighty, mighty D-R. Yeahhh, m_________ER!
        
            [Verse Three: Dr.Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg]
        
            Now understand this my n____ 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____ off loc
            If it ain't another ho that I gots ta f___ with
            Gap teeth in ya mouth so my d___'s gots to fit
            With my nuts on ya tonsils
            While ya on stage rappin at your wack-a__ concerts
            And I'ma s_____ your a__ 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, m_________ER
            Yeah n____...
        
            [Outro: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
        
            Yeah, nine-deuce
            Dr. Dre, dropin chronic once again
            It don't stop, Punishing punk m_________ers real quick like
            Compton style n____,
            Doggy Dogg in the m_________in house, yeah
            Long Beach in the m_________in house, yeah
            Yeah, straight up, really doe
            Breakin all you suckaz off somethin real proper like
            YouknowhatI'msayin?
            All these sucka a__ n____z can eat a fat d___
            Yeah, Eazy-E Eazy-E Eazy-E can eat a big fat d___
            Tim Dog can eat a big fat d___
            Luke, can eat a fat d___, yeah...
        
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