Hah yeah, hell yeah, hah, know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah
Mista Busta, where the f**k you at?
Can't scrap a lick, so I know you got your gat
Your dick on hard from f**kin' your road dogs
The hoods you threw up with, n**gas you grew up with
Don't even respect your ass
That's why it's time for the doctor to check your ass, n**ga
Used to be my homie, used to be my ace
Now I wanna slap the taste out your mouth
Make you bow down to the Row
F**kin' me, now I'm f**kin' 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
Stomping on the easiest 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 homie's love
Now call it what you want to
You f**ked with me, now it's a must that I f**k with you
Yeah, that's the f**k I'm talkin' about
We have your motherf**kin' record company surrounded
Put down the candy and let the little boy go
You know what I'm sayin'? Punk motherf**ker
(We want Eazy! We want Eazy!)
Bow wow wow, yippy yo yippy yay
Doggy Dogg's in the motherf**kin' house
Bow wow wow, yippy yo yippy yay
Death Row's in the motherf**kin' 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
Well, here's a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not like
I heard she was the 'Frisco dyke
But f**k 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 hollerin' "Baby!"
So what that let you know
That if you f**k with Dre, n**ga, you're f**kin' with Death Row
And I ain't even swangin' them thangs
I'm hollerin' 1-8-7 with my dick in yo' mouth, biatch!
Yeah, n**ga, Compton and Long Beach together on this motherf**ker
So you wanna pop that shit
Get yo' motherf**kin' cranium cracked, n**ga, step on up
Now, we ain't no motherf**kin' joke so remember the name
Mighty, mighty D-R, yeah, motherf**ker (the shit done hit the fan)
Now understand this, my n**ga Dre can't be touched
Luke's bendin' over, so Luke's gettin' f**ked, buster
Must've thought I was sleazy
Or thought I was a mark 'cause I used to hang with Eazy
Animosity made you speak what you spoke (yeah)
Ayo, Dre (what up?)
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