Lyric Wit Dre Day Explicit

Album: The Chronic

[Fuck] Wit Dre Day

[Intro...]
[Dr.Dre]
Yeah.
Hell yeah
Know what I m saying
Hell yeah

[main song]
[Dr.Dre]
Mr. Buster,
Where the fuck you at?
Can t scrap a lick,
So I know you got your gatt!
Your dick on "hard"
>From fucking your own dogs:
The Hoods you threw up with.
Niggaz you grew up with
Don t even respect your ass.
That why its time for the doctor
To check your ass, Nigga.
Used to be my hommie;
Used to be my ace.
Now I want to slap the taste out-cha mouth.
Make you bow-down to the Row!
Fucking me? Naaah,
Fucking you little ho!
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 EZ-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.
It s stay low-key
B.G.
Cause you lost all your hommies love.
(A)nd call it what you want to --
You fucked with me;
Now it s a must that I fuck with you.

[side out 1]
Yeah,
That s the fuck that I m talking about.
We have your mother-fuckin record company surrounded.
Put down the candy and let the little boy go.
You know what I m saying!
Punk mother-fucker.

[Snoop Dogg]
Bow wow wow yippee yo yippee yeah,
Doggy Dogg s in the mother-fuckin house.
Bow wow wow yippee yo yippee yeah.
Death Row s in the mother-fuckin house.
Bow wow wow yippee yo yippee yeah.
The sounds of a dog brings me to another day.
Play with my bone would you Timmy!?!
It seems like you re good
for making jokes about your Jimmy.
Well here s a Jimmy joke about your momma
That you might not like;
I heard she was a Frisco Dike!

But fuck your momma.
I m talking about you and me--
Toe to toe
Tim M_U_T
Your bark was loud,
But your bite wasn t vicious.
And them rhymes your were kicking
Were quite booty-licious.
You get with Doggy Dogg--
"Oh is he crazy"
With your mamma and your daddy hollerin ,
"Baby".
So what that let you know?
That if you fuck with Dre, Nigga,
You fuckin with Death Row!
And I ain t even swingin them things.
I m hollerin "1-8-7"
With my dick in your mouth, Bitch!

[side-out 2]
[Dre]
Yeah Nigga,
Compton and Long Beach
Together on this mother-fucker.
So you wanna pop that shit,
Get your mother-fuckin cranium cracked, Nigga,
Step on up!
Now, we ain t no mother-fuckin joke,
So remember the name
Mighty, Mighty DR!
Yeah, mother-fucker.

[Snoop]
[Dre.]
Now understand this, my Nigga Dre can t be touched.
Luke s bendin over...
So Luke s gettin fucked, Buster!
Musta thought I sleezy.
I thought I was a mark
Cause I used to hang with EZ. {EaZy-E}
Animosity made you speak what you spoke.
Yeah.
Hey yo Dre.
What up!
Trip this Nigga off loc!
If it ain t another ho
That I gotta fuck with;
Gap d teeth in your mouth
So my dick s got to fit!
With my nuts on your tonsles,
While you on stage rappin
At your wack-ass concert.
And I ma snatch your ass from the back side,
To show you how Death Row( ll)
Pull off that Hoo-ride.
Now you might not understand me
Cause I ma rob you in Compton
And blast you with Miami.
Then we gon(na) 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 try na check my hommie--
You bes check yourself!
Cause when you diss Dre,
You diss yourself!
Mother-fucker!