Dr. Dre — Dre Day radio mix

[Intro: Dr. Dre] Hah, yeah Hell yeah Hah, know what I'm saying? Yeah [Verse 1: Dr. Dre] Mista Busta, where the you at? Can't scrap a lick, so I know you got your gat You stay on hard from From gankin' your road dogs The hoods you threw up with, Homies you grew up with Don't even respect your ass That's why it's time for the doctor to check your ass, fool 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 Gankin' me, now I'm Gankin' 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 trip with me, now it's a must that I trip with you [Interlude: Dr. Dre] You better raise up You know what I'm sayin' We now have your record company surrounded Put down the candy and let the little boy go Yeah We want Eazy! We want Eazy! We want Eazy! [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay Doggy Dogg's definitely in the House Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay Death Row's definitely in the 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 on the rizzeals, 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 kickin' 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 step with Dre, fool, you're step wit Death Row And I ain't even swangin' them thangs I'm hollerin' 187 with my gat in your mouth, fool (Fool...) [Interlude: RBX] Yeah Long Beach and Compton together on this track And just when you thought we were slippin' BOO-YEAH! Right back at ya Now You wanna step up and get your cranium cracked Step on up And remember the name Mighty Mighty D-R And we puttin' in work Yeah [Verse 3: Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg] Now understand this, my homie Dre can't be touched Luke's bending over so Luke's getting stuffed, 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?) Break him off somethin', loc If it ain't another ho that I gots to get with Gap teeth in your mouth so my gat's gots to fit With my sack on your tonsils While you're on stage rappin' 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 (Hell yeah) [Outro: Dr. Dre] So all you mark-ass busters need to raise up Really doe Death Row is runnin' the nine-trey And you know we can't be faded (faded...)