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8 May '93 Hot 100
6 May '93 R&B

Lyrics

Yeah, hell, yeah Know what I'm saying Yeah, Mister Buster Where the fuck you at Can't scrap a lick So I know you got your gat


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Your dick on hard From fucking your road dogs The hood you threw up with Niggas you grew up with Don't even respect your ass That's why its 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 your mouth Make you bow down to the row Fucking me, now I'm Fucking you, little hoe Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide Let me ride, just another homicide Yeah. it's. me so I'm-a 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 lowkey, B.G. cause You lost all your homies 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 I'm talking about We have your motherfucking Record company surrounded Put down the candy And let the little boy go You know what I'm saying Punk motherfucker (We want Eazy, we want Eazy) Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay Doggy Dogg's in the motherfucking house Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay Death Row's in the motherfucking house Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay The sounds of a dog Brings me to another day Play with my bone Would you, Timmy It seems like you're good for Making 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 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 what that lets you know That if you fuck with Dre, nigga You're fucking with Death Row And I ain't even swinging them things I'm hollerinf one-eight-seven With my dick in your mouth, bitch Yeah, nigga, Compton and Long Beach Together on this motherfucker So you wanna pop that shit Get your motherfucking 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, cant be touched Luke's bending over So Luke's getting fucked, buster Must have thought I was sleazy Or thought I was a mark Cause I used to hang with Eazy Animosity made you speak But you spoke Hey, yo, Dre, what up Check this nigga off, loc If it ain't another hoe 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 onstage rapping At your whack ass concerts And I'm-a 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'm-a 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 best check yourself Cause when you dis Dre You dis yourself, motherfucker Junior nigga Yeah, nine deuce, Dr. Dre Dropping chronic once again It don't stop Punishing punk motherfuckers Real quick like Compton Style, nigga Doggy Doggs in the Motherfucking house, yeah Long Beach is in the Motherfucking house, yeah, yeah Straight up, really doe Breaking all these suckers off Something real proper like You know what I'm saying All these sucker 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

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