Yeah, Mista Busta, where the fuck you 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 slapped tha taste out yo mouth Nigga bow down to the Row Fuckin me, now I'm fuckin 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 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
Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm talkin about We have your muthafuckin record company surrounded Put down the candy and let the little boy go You know what I'm sayin, punk motherfucker (We want Eazy, we want Eazy)
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay Doggy Dogg's in the muthafuckin house Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay Death Row's in the muthafuckin 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 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 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-Beh 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, beeyatch
Yeah nigga, Compton and Long Beach together on this motherfucker So you wanna pop that shit get yo muthafuckin cranium cracked nigga Step on up. Now, we ain't no muthafuckin joke so remember the name Mighty, mighty D-R. Yeah, MOTHERFUCKER!
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 (What up?) 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 on stage rappin at your wack-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 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 trying to check my homey, you better check yo self Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself, MOTHERFUCKER Yeah nigga...
Yeah, nine-deuce Dr. Dre, dropping chronic once again It don't stop, Punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like Compton style nigga, Doggy Dogg in the muthafuckin house, yeah Long Beach in the muthafuckin house, yeah Yeah, straight up, really doe Breakin all you suckaz off somethin real proper like You know what I'm sayin? 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...