Snoop Dogg - ***** Wit Dre Day Lyrics
Yeah, hell yeah, knowhatimsayin, yeahVerse one: dreMista busta, where the ***** ya at?Cant scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gatYour dick on hard, from *****in your road dogsThe hood you threw up with, niggaz you grew up withDont even respect your assThats why its time for the doctor, to check your ass, niggaUsed to be my homey, used to be my aceNow I wanna slap the taste out yo mouthMake you bow down to the row*****in me, now Im *****in you, little hoOh, dont think I forgot, let you slideLet me ride, just another homicideYeah its me so ima talk onStompin on the eazyest streets that you can walk onSo strap on your compton hat, your locsAnd watch your back cause you might get smoked, locAnd pass the bud, and stay low-keyB.g. cause you lost all your homeys loveNow call it what you want toYou *****ed wit me, now its a must that I ***** wit youBreak one: dreYeah, thats what the ***** Im talkin aboutWe have your mother*****in record company surroundedPut down the candy and let the little boy goYou knowhatimsayin, punk mother*****er**we want eazy, we want eazy**Verse two: snoop doggy doggBow wow wow yippy yo yippy yayDoggy doggs in the mother*****in houseBow wow wow yippy yo yippy yayDeath rows in the mother*****in houseBow wow wow yippy yo yippy yayThe sounds of a dog brings me to another dayPlay, with my bone with ya jimmyIt seems like youre good for makin jokes about your jimmyBut heres a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not likeI heard she was the frisco dykeBut ***** your mama, Im talkin about you and meToe to toe, tim m-u-tYour bark was loud, but your bite wasnt viciousAnd them rhymes you were kickin were quite bootyliciousYou get with doggy dogg oh is he crazy?With ya mama and your daddy hollin bay-beeSo wont they let you knowThat if you ***** with dre nigga youre *****in wit death rowAnd I aint even slangin them thangsIm hollin one-eight-seven with my dick in yo mouth, beotchBreak two:Yeah nigga, compton and long beach together on this mother*****erSo you wanna pop that shit get yo mother*****in crranium cracked niggaStep on up. now, we aint no mother*****in joke so remember the nameMighty, mighty d-r. yeahhh, mother*****er!Verse three: dre and snoopNow understand this my nigga dre cant be touchedLukes bendin over, so lukes gettin *****ed, bustaMusta, thought I was sleazyOr though I was a mark cause I used to hang with eazyAnimosity, made ya speak but ya spokeAy yo dre, whattup, check this nigga off locIf it aint another ho that I gots ta ***** withGap teeth in ya mouth so my dicks gots to fitWith my nuts on ya tonsilsWhile ya onstage rappin at your wack-ass concertsAnd ima snatch your ass from the backsideTo show you how death row pull off that whorideNow you might not understand meCause ima rob you in compton and blast you in miamiThen we gon creep to south centralOn a street knowledge mission, as I steps in the templeSpot him, got him, as I pulls out my strapGot my chrome to the side of his white sox hatYou tryin to check my homey, you better check yo selfCause when you diss dre you diss yourself, mother*****erOuttroYeah, nine-deuceDr. dre, dropin chronic once againIt dont stop, punishing punk mother*****ers real quick likeDoggy dogg in the mother*****in houseLong beach in the mother*****in houseCompton style nigga, straight up, really doeBreakin all you suckaz off somethin real proper likeYouknowhatimsayin?All these sucka ass niggaz can eat a fat dickYeah, eazy-e eazy-e eazy-e can eat a big fat dickTim dog can eat a big fat dickLuke, can eat a fat dickYeah
