เนื้อเพลง F*ck Wit Dre Day - Dr. Dre

[Intro: Dr. Dre]

Ha, yeah, hell yeah, ha knowhatI'msayin
(Sssss)

[Verse One: Dr. Dre]

Yeah, Mista Busta, where the f*ck ya at?
Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat
Your d*ck on hard, from f*ckin your road dogs
The hood you threw up with, n*ggaz you grew up with
Don't even respect your ass
That's why it's time for the doctor, to check your ass, n*gga
Used to be my homey, used to be my ace
Now I wanna slap the taste out yo mouth
N*gga bow down to the row
F*ckin me, now I'm f*ckin you, little hoe
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 f*cked wit me, now it's a must that I f*ck wit you

[Interlude: Dr. Dre]

Yeah, that's what the f*ck I'm talkin about
We have your motherf*ckin record company surrounded
Put down the candy and let the little boy go
You knowhatI'msayin, punk motherf*cker
(We want Eazy, we want Eazy)

[Verse Two: Snoop Doggy Dogg]

Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Doggy Dogg's in the motherf*ckin house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Death Row's in the motherf*ckin 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 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 f*ck 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 f*ck with Dre n*gga you're f*ckin wit Death Row
And I ain't even slangin them thangs
I'm hollin' one-eight-seven with my d*ck in yo mouth, beeyatch

[Interlude: RBX]

Yeah n*gga, Compton and Long Beach together on this motherf*cker
So you wanna pop that sh*t get yo motherf*ckin cranium cracked n*gga
Step on up. Now, we ain't no motherf*ckin joke so remember the name
Mighty, mighty D-R. Yeahhh, MOTHERF*CKER!

[Verse Three: Dr.Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg]

Now understand this my n*gga Dre can't be touched
Luke's bendin over, so Luke's gettin f*cked, 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 n*gga off loc
If it ain't another ho that I gots ta f*ck with
Gap teeth in ya mouth so my d*ck's gots to fit
With my nuts on ya tonsils
While ya on stage rappin at your wack-ass concerts
And I'ma 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'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, MOTHERF*CKER
Yeah n*gga...

[Outro: Snoop Doggy Dogg]

Yeah, nine-deuce
Dr. Dre, dropin chronic once again
It don't stop, Punishing punk motherf*ckers real quick like
Compton style n*gga,
Doggy Dogg in the motherf*ckin house, yeah
Long Beach in the motherf*ckin house, yeah
Yeah, straight up, really doe
Breakin all you s*ckaz off somethin real proper like
YouknowhatI'msayin?
All these s*cka ass n*ggaz can eat a fat d*ck
Yeah, Eazy-E Eazy-E Eazy-E can eat a big fat d*ck
Tim Dog can eat a big fat d*ck
Luke, can eat a fat d*ck, yeah...