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dr. dre - fuck wit dre day (and everybody's celebratin') lyrics

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[intro]
hah, yeah
h-ll yeah
hah, know what i’m saying?
yeah

[verse 1]
mista busta, where the f-ck you at?
can’t scr-p a l!ck, so i know you got your gat
your d-ck on hard, from f-ckin’ your road dogs
the hoods you threw up with, n-ggas you grew up with
don’t even respect your -ss
that’s why it’s time for the doctor to check your -ss, n-gga
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
f-ckin’ me, now i’m f-ckin’ 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 p-ss 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-cked with me, now it’s a must that i f-ck with you

[interlude]
yeah, that’s what the f-ck i’m talkin’ about
we have your mothaf-ckin’ record company surrounded
put down the candy and let the little boy go
you know what i’m sayin? punk motherf-cker
(we want eazy! we want eazy!)

[verse 2: snoop dogg]
bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
doggy dogg’s in the motherf-ckin’ house
bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
death row’s in the motherf-ckin 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 dyk-
but f-ck 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 f-ck with dre, n-gga you’re f-ckin’ wit death row
and i ain’t even slanging them thangs
i’m hollering 187 with my d-ck in your mouth, beyotch

[interlude: rbx]
yeah n-gga, compton and long beach together on this motherf-cker
so you wanna pop that sh-t, get your motherf-ckin cranium cracked n-gga
step on up
now, we ain’t no motherf-ckin joke so remember the name
mighty, mighty d-r
yeah, motherf-cker

[verse 3: dr. dre + snoop dogg]
now understand this: my n-gga dre can’t be touched
luke’s bending over so luke’s getting f-cked, 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 n-gga off, loc
if it ain’t another ho that i gots to f-ck with
gap t–th in your mouth so my d-ck’s gots to fit
with my nuts on your tonsils
while you’re onstage rapping at your wack–ss concert
and i’ma sn-tch your -ss 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, motherf-cker
yeah, n-gga

[outro: snoop dogg]
yeah, nine-deuce
dr. dre, dropping chronic once again
it don’t stop: punishing punk motherf-ckers real quick like
compton style, n-gga
doggy dogg’s in the motherf-ckin’ house
long beach in the motherf-ckin’ 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 -ss n-ggas can eat a fat d-ck
yeah, eazy-e, eazy-e, eazy-e can eat a big fat d-ck
tim dog can eat a big fat d-ck
luke can eat a fat d-ck
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…

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