Hah, yeah Hell yeah Hah, know what I'm saying? Yeah Mista Busta, where the fuck you at? Can't scrap a lick, so I know you got your gat Your dick on hard, from fuckin' your road dogs The hoods 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 homie, used to be my ace Now I wanna slap the taste out ya mouth Make ya 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 Stomping 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 homie's love Now call it what you want to You fucked with me, now it's a must that I fuck with you Yeah, that's what the fuck We have your mothafuckin' record company surrounded Put down the candy and let the little boy go You know what I'm sayin? Punk motherfucker (We want Eazy! We want Eazy!) 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, would ya Timmy? It seems like you're good for making jokes about your jimmy But here's a jimmy joke about your momma that you might not like I heard she was the 'Frisco dyke But fuck your mama, 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 you were kicking were quite bootylicious You get with Doggy Dogg "oh is he crazy?" With your mama and your daddy hollering "Baby!" 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 slanging them thangs I'm hollering 187 with my dick in your mouth, beyotch Yeah nigga, Compton and Long Beach together on this motherfucker So you wanna pop that shit, get your motherfuckin cranium cracked nigga Step on up Now, we ain't no motherfuckin joke so remember the name Mighty, mighty D-R Yeah, motherfucker Now understand this: my nigga Dre can't be touched Luke's bending over so Luke's getting fucked, 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 Ayo Dre Whattup? Check this nigga off, loc If it ain't another ho that I gots to fuck with Gap teeth in your mouth so my dick's gots to fit With my nuts on your tonsils While you're onstage rapping at your wack-ass concert 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 gonna 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 trying to check my homie, you better check yourself 'Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself, motherfucker Yeah, nigga Yeah, nine-deuce Dr. Dre, dropping chronic once again It don't stop: punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like Compton style, nigga Doggy Dogg's in the motherfuckin' house Long Beach in the motherfuckin' house Yeah, yeah, straight up, really tho Breaking all them suckas off something real proper like You know what I'm sayin? All them 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, yeah, yeah, yeah...