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Yeah, hell yeah, know what I'm sayin'? |
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Yeah |
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Mista Busta, where the fuck ya at? |
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Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat |
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Your dick on hard, from fuckin' your road dogs |
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The hood you threw up with, niggaz you grew up with |
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Don't even respect your ass |
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That's why it's time for the Doctor, to check your ass, nigga |
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Used to be my homey, used to be my ace |
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Now I wanna slap the taste out yo mouth |
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Make you bow down to the row |
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Fuckin' me, now I'm fuckin' you, little hoe |
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Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide |
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Let me ride, just another homicide |
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Yeah it's me so I'ma talk on |
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Stompin' on the Eazy'est streets that you can walk on |
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So strap on your Compton hat, your locs |
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And watch your back 'cause you might get smoked, loc |
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And pass the bud, and stay low-key |
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B.G. 'cause you lost all your homeys love |
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Now call it what you want to |
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You fucked wit me, now it's a must that I fuck wit you |
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Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm talkin' about |
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We have your motherfuckin' record company surrounded |
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Put down the candy and let the little boy go |
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You know what I'm sayin'? Punk motherfucker |
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Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay |
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Doggy Dogg's in the motherfuckin' house |
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Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay |
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Death Row's in the motherfuckin' house |
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Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay |
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The sounds of a dog brings me to another day |
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Play, with my bone would ya Timmy |
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It seems like you're good for makin' jokes about your jimmy |
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But here's a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not like |
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I heard she was the 'Frisco Dyke |
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But fuck your mama, I'm talkin' about you and me |
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Toe to toe, Tim M-U-T |
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Your bark was loud, but your bite wasn't vicious |
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And them rhymes you were kickin' were quite bootylicious |
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You get with Doggy Dogg oh is he crazy? |
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With ya mama and your daddy hollin' Bay-Bee |
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So won't they let you know |
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That if you fuck with Dre nigga you're fuckin' wit Death Row |
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And I ain't even slangin' them thangs |
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I'm hollin' one-eight-seven with my dick in yo mouth, beotch |
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Yeah nigga, Compton and Long Beach |
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Together on this motherfucker |
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So you wanna pop that shit |
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Get yo motherfuckin' cranium cracked nigga |
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Step on up now, we ain't no motherfuckin' |
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Joke so remember the name |
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Mighty, mighty D R yeah, motherfucker |
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Now understand this my nigga Dre can't be touched |
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Luke's bendin' over, so Luke's gettin' fucked |
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Busta Musta, thought I was sleazy |
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Or though I was a mark 'cause I used to hang with Eazy |
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Animosity, made ya speak but ya spoke |
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Ay yo Dre, whattup? Check this nigga off loc |
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If it ain't another ho that I gots ta fuck with |
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Gap teeth in ya mouth so my dick's gots to fit |
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With my nuts on ya tonsils |
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While ya on stage rappin' at your wack-ass concerts |
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And I'ma snatch your ass from the backside |
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To show you how Death Row pull off that who ride |
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Now you might not understand me |
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'Cause I'ma rob you in Compton and blast you in Miami |
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Then we gon' creep to South Central |
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On a Street Knowledge mission, as I steps in the temple |
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Spot him, got him, as I pulls out my strap |
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Got my chrome to the side of his White Sox hat |
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You tryin' to check my homey, you better check yo self |
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'Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself, motherfucker |
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Yeah, nine-deuce, Dr. Dre, dropin' chronic once again |
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It don't stop, punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like |
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Compton style nigga, Doggy Dogg in the motherfuckin' house |
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Long Beach in the motherfuckin' house |
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Straight up, really doe |
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Breakin' all you suckaz off somethin' real proper like |
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You know what I'm sayin'? |
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All these sucka ass niggaz can eat a fat dick |
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Yeah, Eazy-E Eazy-E Eazy-E can eat a big fat dick |
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Tim Dog can eat a big fat dick |
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Luke, can eat a fat dick |
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Yeah |
