Hah, yeah

Hell yeah

Hah, know what I'm saying?

Yeah

Mista Busta, where the fuck you at?

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

Your dick on hard from fucking your road dogs

The hoods you threw up with, niggas 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 homie, used to be my ace

Now I wanna slap the taste out ya mouth

Make ya bow down to the Row

Fucking me, now I'm fucking you, lil' 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 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 low-key

B.G., 'cause you lost all your homie's love

Now call it what you want to

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

You better raise up

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! 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 ya Timmy?

It seems like you're good for making jokes about your jimmy

Well, here's a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not like

I heard she was a '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 won't they let you know

That if you fuck with Dre, nigga, you're fucking with Death Row

And I ain't even swanging them thangs

I'm hollering 187 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 motherfucking joke, so remember the name

Mighty, mighty D-R

Yeah, motherfucker (The shit done hit the fan)

Now understand this, my nigga Dre can't be touched

Luke's bending over so Luke's getting fucked, 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 (Yeah)

Ayo, Dre (What up?) Chip this nigga off, loc

If it ain't another ho 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're on stage rapping at your wack-ass concert

And I'ma snatch your ass from the backside

And 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 tryna check my homie, you best check yourself

'Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself, motherfucker (Yeah, nigga)

So I don't want no dilapidated, two-faced, pigeon-toed, bow-legged, cross-eyed son of a gun fucking with me (Fucking with me)

Yeah, nine-deuce

Dr. Dre dropping chronic once again

It don't stop

Punishing punk motherfuckers real quick-like

Compton style, nigga

Doggy Dogg's in the motherfucking house

Yeah, Long Beach is in the motherfucking house

Yeah, yeah, straight up

Really, though

Breaking all them suckers off something real proper-like

You know what I'm saying?

All them 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 (Yeah)