Dr. Dre - F*ck Wit Dre Day (And Everybody’s Celebratin’) lyrics

Ha, yeah, hell yeah, ha knowhatI'msayin
(Sssss)
Yeah, Mista Busta, where the fck ya at?
Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat
Your dick on hard, from fckin 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 slapped and sexed out yo mouth
Nigga bow down to the row
Fckin me, now I'm fckin 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
BG cause you lost all your homey's love
Now call it what you want to
You fcked wit me
Now it's a must that I fck wit you
Yeah, that's what the fck I'm talkin about
We have your motherfckin
Record company surrounded
Put down the candy and let the little boy go
You knowhatI'msayin, punk motherfcker
(We want Eazy, we want Eazy)
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Doggy Dogg's in the motherfckin house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Death Row's in the motherfckin 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 fck 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 fck with Dre nigga
You're fckin wit Death Row
And I ain't even slangin them thangs
I'm hollin' one-eight-seven with my
Dick in yo mouth, beeyatch
Yeah nigga, compton and Long Beach together
On this motherfcker
So you wanna pop that shit get
Yo motherfckin cranium cracked nigga
Step on up now, we ain't no motherfckin joke
So remember the name
Mighty, mighty D-R yeahhh, MOTHERFCKER!
Now understand this my nigga
Dre can't be touched
Luke's bendin over, so Luke's gettin fcked
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 fck 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-ass concerts
And I'ma snatch your ass 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 best check yo self
Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself
MOTHERFCKER yeah nigga
Yeah, nine-deuce
Dr dre, dropin chronic once again
It don't stop
Punishing punk motherfckers real quick like
Compton style nigga
Doggy Dogg in the motherfckin house, yeah
Long Beach in the motherfckin house, yeah
Yeah, straight up, really doe
Breakin all you suckaz off
Somethin real proper like
YouknowhatI'msayin?
All these sucka 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