**** Wit Dre Day (And Everybody's Celebratin')歌词

Yeah, hell yeah, know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah
Mista Busta, where the ************* ya at?
Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat
Your ************* on hard, from ******' your road dogs
The hood you threw up with, *************z you grew up with
Don't even respect your ass
That's why it's time for the Doctor, to check your ass, *************
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
******' me, now I'm ******' 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 homeys love
Now call it what you want to
You ****** wit me, now it's a must that I ************* wit you
Yeah, that's what the ************* I'm talkin' about
We have your mother******' record company surrounded
Put down the candy and let the little boy go
You know what I'm sayin'? Punk mother******
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Doggy Dogg's in the mother******' house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Death Row's in the mother******' 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 Dyke
But ************* 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 ************* with Dre ************* you're ******' wit Death Row
And I ain't even slangin' them thangs
I'm hollin' one-eight-seven with my ************* in yo mouth, beotch
Yeah *************, Compton and Long Beach
Together on this mother******
So you wanna pop that *************t
Get yo mother******' cranium cracked *************
Step on up now, we ain't no mother******'
Joke so remember the name
Mighty, mighty D R yeah, mother******
Now understand this my ************* Dre can't be touched
Luke's bendin' over, so Luke's gettin' ******
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 ************* off loc
If it ain't another ho that I gots ta ************* with
Gap teeth in ya mouth so my *************'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 better check yo self
'Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself, mother******
Yeah, nine-deuce, Dr. Dre, dropin' chronic once again
It don't stop, puni*************ng punk mother******s real quick like
Compton style *************, Doggy Dogg in the mother******' house
Long Beach in the mother******' house
Straight up, really doe
Breakin' all you suckaz off somethin' real proper like
You know what I'm sayin'?
All these sucka ass *************z can eat a fat *************
Yeah, Eazy-E Eazy-E Eazy-E can eat a big fat *************
Tim Dog can eat a big fat *************
Luke, can eat a fat *************
Yeah