Yeah, hell yeah, know what I'm sayin'?
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 fuckin' your road dogs
The hood you threw up with, niggas you grew up with
Don't even respect yo' 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 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 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 homies' love
Now call it what you want to
You fucked wit' me, now it's a must that I fuck wit' you

(You better raise up)
Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm talkin' about (you better raise up)
We have your motherfuckin' record company surrounded
Put down the candy and let the little boy go (you better, you-you, you better)
You know what I'm sayin'? Punk motherfucker (you better raise up)
(Better raise up) (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 Dogg brings me to another day
Play, with my bone would you Timmy?
It seems like you're good for makin' 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 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 your mama and your daddy hollerin', "Baby"
So what that let you know?
That if you fuck with Dre, nigga you're fuckin' wit Death Row
And I ain't even swangin' them thangs
I'm hollerin', "187" with my dick in yo' mouth, biatch (biatch)

Yeah nigga, Compton and Long Beach together on this motherfucker
So you wanna pop that shit and get yo' motherfuckin' cranium cracked, nigga?
Step on up, now, we ain't no motherfuckin joke so remember the name
Mighty, mighty D-R, yeah, motherfucker (shit done hit the fan) (Dogg)

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 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 ya mouth so my dick's gots to fit
With my nuts on ya tonsils
While you're onstage rappin' at your wack-ass concert
And I'ma snatch yo' ass from the backside
To show you how Death Row pull off that hoo-ride
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 homie, you best check yo' self
'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 fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me)

(Ohh-ooh)
(Ohh, yeah, yeah) Yeah, nine-deuce, Dr. Dre
(Ohh) droppin' chronic once again
(Yeah-yeah, yeah) It don't stop
(Ohh) punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like
(Yeah, yeah) Compton style, nigga
Doggy Dogg's in the motherfuckin' house, yeah (I don't, no, no-no-no-no, ayy)
Long Beach is in the motherfuckin' house (Long Beach)
Yeah, yeah (Compton)
Straight up, really doe (Death Row is in the house, yeah)
(Oh-ohh, yeah) Breakin' all them suckas off somethin' real proper-like
You know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)
(Oh, whoa, whoa) All the sucka-ass niggas can eat a fat dick
(Yeah, yeah) Yeah, Eazy-E, Eazy-E
(Oh, yeah-yeah) Eazy-E can eat a big fat dick
Tim Dog can eat a big fat dick
(Ohh-ohh) Luke, can eat a fat dick
Yeah (yeah)
(Ohh yeah)
(Ohh-oh, yeah, yeah) (Dogg)
(Ohh-oh, yeah, yeah-yeah)
(Ohh, yeah, yeah)


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  • +1
    General CommentKick ass song man, im not a fan of rap, but i love everything about the chronic, best song on the album, too
    toolmusikon March 04, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General CommentI agree. I never really liked rap (except The Streets, but that's an entirely different type of rap), but this is an amazing album.
    brown_polyesteron August 20, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General Commentum...they were complimenting the song? how much of a worthless piece of shit do you have to be to call out people you don't even know over a rap track? and keep typing phonetically, it makes you look *so* hard. go back to your gay gangbang and leave dre's legacy alone. he'd fucking destroy you you worthless piece of shit.
    saintjimmy99on July 16, 2007   Link
  • 0
    General Commentthe interesting this is how CPTlife's profile email is sk8er2b66@comcast.net... not a very "thug life" email address, is it? Sounds like a fake skater kid wanting to sound hard... he's probably a 13 y.o. white boy who JUST heard this song and wanted to look up the lyrics so he could sing along and make it look like he's known the song for years...
    dukeoveron August 23, 2007   Link
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    General CommentHey uhh CPTlife, what the fuck are you talking about? Speak some fucking english. I'm with dukeover here. You probably are some little punk ass bitch white kid trying to sound hard. News flash. White people listen to hip hop. My screen name is metalhead420. I love heavy metal and i fucking love weed. Even I have this album. Spit in the air and you'll probably hit someone who loves this fucking song. So here's a little piece of advice, junior. Keep your fucking mouth shut. Cause I can garuntee your mouth will one day write a check that your ass can't cash and someone's gonna put u in your place. Bitch
    metalhead420on August 28, 2007   Link
  • 0
    General Commentit is the biggining of the battle between ez-e and dre. it came out after ez-e recorded Real motherphuckin G'z Ez-e never did make a truce wit dre but he did with everyone else
    caliskaterz01on April 02, 2008   Link
  • 0
    General Commentit is the biggining of the battle between ez-e and dre. it came out after ez-e recorded Real motherphuckin G'z Ez-e never did make a truce wit dre but he did with everyone else
    caliskaterz01on April 02, 2008   Link
  • 0
    General CommentActually, Real Mothaphukin Gs came out as a response to this song. They mention it in the first verse:
    "Yo E, they tried to fade you on Dre Day"
    "But Dre Day only made Eazy's payday."
    seansteron May 19, 2008   Link
  • 0
    General CommentI love snoop doggs verse.

    awesome song all around though
    stevenplaysbasson August 11, 2008   Link
  • 0
    General CommentCan anyone tell me what the conflict between dr/easy/busta was?
    Claytothetonon October 09, 2008   Link

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