Dr.Dre - Fuck wit dre day

Tekst :

Yeah, hell yeah. Know what I m sayin ? Yeah...
Mister Buster, where the fuck ya at?
Can t scrap a leg, 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 homie, used to be my ace.
Now I wanna slap the taste out your 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 mma 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 homie 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 motherfuckin 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 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 won t you tell me
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 dank.
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 babee.
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 your mouth, biyitch!

Yeah ,nigga! Compton and Long Beach together on this motherfucker.
So you wanna pop that shit - get yo motherfuckin cranium cracked nigga.
Step on up. Now, we ain t no motherfuckin joke so remember the name:
Mighty, mighty D-R. Yeahhh, MOTHERFUCKER!

Now understand this: my nigga Dre can t be touched.
Luke s bendin over, so Luke s gettin fucked, buster.
Must have thought I was sleazy,
Or thought I was a mark cause I used to hang with Eazy.
Animosity made ya speak but ya spoke.
Hey, yo Dre! Whattup? 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 ya tonsils
While ya onstage rappin at your wack-ass concerts.
And I mma snatch your ass from the backside
To show you how Death Row pull off that whoride.
Nwo you might not understand me,
Cause I mma 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 dis Dre you dis yourself, MOTHERFUCKER

Yeah, nine-deuce.
Dr. Dre, droppin chronic once again.
It don t stop. Punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like Compton Style, nigga!
Doggy Dogg s in the motherfuckin house...
Long Beach is in the motherfuckin house...
Yeah, yeah... Straight up, really doe!
Breakin all these suckers off somethin real proper like...
You know what I m sayin ?

All these sucker 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...

Inne utwory

  • The next episode
  • Lyrical gangbang
  • High powered
  • Xxplosive
  • The watcher
  • California love
  • Stranded on death row
  • Fame
  • Puppet master
  • Funky flute
  • U better recognize
  • Benn there done that
  • Puffin on blunts and drankin tanqueray
  • Got me open
  • L.a.w.
  • Bad intentions
  • Chin check
  • Murder ink
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    Til I almost lose my mind
    Cause I ll never be alright
    And I m sorry you had to see this
    But I m such a mess
    And I never could forget

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    Shoes at just $4.95
    I don t know why i call it five
    Tomorrow s always over there
    And falling up and down the stairs
    Your car couldn t love you more
    That s what real friends are for
    She makes me want to kick it in
    And mess it up and shove it

    She s a sweet...

    Goodbye

    Goodbye
    I hope we meet again
    Goodbye
    Is this how it s got to end
    But we ve come to the end of our road together
    Made a stand that s gonna last forever
    Brother tell me what you re gonna do

    Will you take the high road
    Will...

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    Cuando me dijiste adios
    Y con cada lagrima
    Que llorando por ti
    Espero ese dia
    Aunque vuelves a mi

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