Fuck Wit Dre Day Lyrics

Fuck Wit Dre Day lyrics

[Featuring Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Intro: Dre
Yeah hell yeah knowhatI'msayin
yeah
Verse One: Dre
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 ho
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 fucked wit me, now it's a must that I fuck wit you
Break One:
Dre
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 knowhatI'msayin, punk motherfucker
**We want Eazy, we want
Eazy**
Verse Two: Snoop Doggy Dogg
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 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 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
Break Two:
Yeah nigga, Compton and Long Beach together on
this motherfucker
So you wanna pop that shit get yo motherfuckin crranium
cracked nigga
Step on up. Now, we ain't no motherfuckin joke so remember the
name
Mighty, mighty D-R. Yeahhh, MOTHERFUCKER!
Verse Three: Dre and
Snoop
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 onstage rappin at your
wack-ass concerts
And I'ma snatch your ass from the backside
To show you
how Death Row pull off that whoride
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
Outtro
Yeah, nine-deuce
Dr.
Dre, dropin chronic once again
It don't stop, Punishing punk motherfuckers
real quick like
Doggy Dogg in the motherfuckin house
Long Beach in the
motherfuckin house
Compton style nigga, straight up, really doe
Breakin
all you suckaz off somethin real proper like
YouknowhatI'msayin?
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