Yeah, hell yeah, know what I'm sayin, yeah Mista Busta, where the f**k you at? Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat...
Yeah, hell yeah, know what I'm sayin, yeah Mista Busta, where the f**k you at? Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat Your dick on hard, from f**kin' your road dogs The hood you threw up with, n***az you grew up with Don't even respect your ass That's why it's time for the doctor, to check your ass, n***a 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 F**kin' me, now I'm f**kin' 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 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 homey's love Now call it what you want to You f**ked wit me, now it's a must that I f**k wit you Yeah, that's what 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 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 But 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 hollin' Bay-Bee So won't they let you know That if you f**k with Dre n***a you're f**kin' wit Death Row And I ain't even slangin' them thangs I'm hollin' one-eight-seven with my dick in yo mouth, beotch Yeah n***a, Compton and Long Beach together on this motherf**ker So you wanna pop that shit get yo motherf**kin' cranium cracked n***a Step on up. Now, we ain't no motherf**kin joke so remember the name Mighty, mighty D-R. Yeahhh, motherf**ker! Now understand this my n***a Dre can't be touched Luke's bendin over, so Luke's gettin' f**ked, 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 n***a off loc If it ain't another ho that I gots ta f**k with Gap teeth in ya mouth so my dick's gots to fit With my nuts on ya tonsils While ya onstage rappin' at your wack-ass concerts And I'ma snatch your ass from the backside To show you how Death Row pull off that whoride 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, motherf**ker Yeah, nine-deuce Dr. Dre, droppin' chronic once again It don't stop, punishing punk motherf**kers real quick like Compton style n***a Doggy Dogg in the motherf**kin' house Long Beach in the motherf**kin' house Straight up, really doe Breakin' all you suckaz off somethin' real proper like You know what I'm sayin? All these sucka ass n***az 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
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