Yeah, hell yeah, knowhatI'msayin, yeah 



Verse One: Dre 



Mista Busta, where the fuck ya at? 

Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat 

Your dick on hard, from fuckin your road dogs 

The hood you threw up with, niggaz 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 homey, used to be my ace 

Now I wanna slap the taste out yo mouth 

Make you 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 

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 fucked wit me, now it's a must that I fuck wit you 



Break One: Dre 



Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm talkin about 

We have your motherfuckin record company surrounded 

Put down the candy and let the little boy go 

You knowhatI'msayin, punk motherfucker 

**We want Eazy, we want Eazy** 



Verse Two: Snoop Doggy Dogg 



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 with ya jimmy 

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 fuck 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 fuck with Dre nigga you're fuckin wit Death Row 

And I ain't even slangin them thangs 

I'm hollin' one-eight-seven with my dick in yo mouth, beotch 



Break Two: 



Yeah nigga, Compton and Long Beach together on this motherfucker 

So you wanna pop that shit get yo motherfuckin crranium cracked nigga 

Step on up. Now, we ain't no motherfuckin joke so remember the name 

Mighty, mighty D-R. Yeahhh, MOTHERFUCKER! 



Verse Three: Dre and Snoop 



Now understand this my nigga Dre can't be touched 

Luke's bendin over, so Luke's gettin fucked, 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 nigga off loc 

If it ain't another ho that I gots ta fuck 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, MOTHERFUCKER 



Outtro 



Yeah, nine-deuce 

Dr. Dre, dropin chronic once again 

It don't stop, Punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like 

Doggy Dogg in the motherfuckin house 

Long Beach in the motherfuckin house 

Compton style nigga, straight up, really doe 

Breakin all you suckaz off somethin real proper like 

YouknowhatI'msayin? 

All these sucka ass niggaz 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