**** Wit Dre Day (And Everybody's Celebratin')
Yeah, hell yeah,knowhatI'msayin
Yeah
Mista Busta, where the ****** ya at?
Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat
Your ************ on hard, from ****** your road dogs
The hood you threw up with, ******z you grew up with
Don't even respect your ass
That's why it's time for the doctor,
to check your ass, ******
Used to be my homey, used to be my ace
Now I wanna slap the taste out yo mouth
Make you bow down to the row
****** me, now I'm ****** 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 '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 ****** wit me, now it's a must that I ****** wit you
Yeah, that's what the ****** I'm talkin about
We have your mother****** record company surrounded
Put down the candy and let the little boy go
You knowhatI'msayin, punk mother******
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Doggy Dogg's in the mother****** house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Death Row's in the mother****** house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
The sounds of a dog brings me to another day
Play, with my bone with ya jimmy
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 ****** 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 ****** with Dre ****** you're ****** wit Death Row
And I ain't even slangin them thangs
I'm hollin' one-eight-seven with my
************ in yo mouth, beotch
Yeah ******, Compton and Long Beach
together on this mother******
So you wanna pop that ************t get yo
mother****** crranium cracked ******
Step on up. Now, we ain't no
mother****** joke so remember the name
]Mighty, mighty D-R. Yeahhh, MOTHER******!
Now understand this my ****** Dre can't be touched
Luke's bendin over, so Luke's gettin ******, 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 ****** off loc
If it ain't another ho that I gots ta ****** with
Gap teeth in ya mouth so my ************'s gots to fit
With my nuts on ya tonsils
While ya onstage rappin at your wack-ass concerts
And I'ma snatch your ass from the backside
To show you how Death Row pull off that whoride
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, MOTHER******
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**** Wit Dre Day (And Everybody's Celebratin')LRC歌词
[00:00.630]Yeah, hell yeah,knowhatI'msayin
[00:08.340]
[00:18.010]Yeah
[00:20.410]Mista Busta, where the ****** ya at?
[00:22.990]Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat
[00:25.710]Your ************ on hard, from ****** your road dogs
[00:28.390]The hood you threw up with, ******z you grew up with
[00:28.850]Don't even respect your ass
[00:31.900]That's why it's time for the doctor,
[00:33.300]to check your ass, ******
[00:36.010]Used to be my homey, used to be my ace
[00:38.590]Now I wanna slap the taste out yo mouth
[00:40.430]Make you bow down to the row
[00:43.140]****** me, now I'm ****** you, little ho
[00:46.130]Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide
[00:47.550]Let me ride, just another homicide
[00:50.810]Yeah it's me so I'ma talk on
[00:53.290]Stompin on the 'Eazy'est streets that you can walk on
[00:56.120]So strap on your Compton hat, your locs
[00:59.920]And watch your back cause you might get smoked, loc
[01:02.630]And pass the bud, and stay low-key
[01:04.930]B.G. cause you lost all your homey's love
[01:07.580]Now call it what you want to
[01:09.480]You ****** wit me, now it's a must that I ****** wit you
[01:15.410]Yeah, that's what the ****** I'm talkin about
[01:18.200]We have your mother****** record company surrounded
[01:21.690]Put down the candy and let the little boy go
[01:26.030]You knowhatI'msayin, punk mother******
[01:27.940]
[01:31.560]Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
[01:33.020]Doggy Dogg's in the mother****** house
[01:36.650]Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
[01:39.300]Death Row's in the mother****** house
[01:41.820]Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
[01:44.230]The sounds of a dog brings me to another day
[01:46.880]Play, with my bone with ya jimmy
[01:49.670]It seems like you're good for makin jokes about your jimmy
[01:52.980]But here's a jimmy joke about your
[01:54.300]mama that you might not like
[01:56.160]I heard she was the 'Frisco dyke
[01:57.800]But ****** your mama, I'm talkin about you and me
[02:00.510]Toe to toe, Tim M-U-T
[02:02.580]Your bark was loud, but your bite wasn't vicious
[02:05.640]And them rhymes you were kickin were quite bootylicious
[02:08.720]You get with Doggy Dogg oh is he crazy?
[02:11.080]With ya mama and your daddy hollin' Bay-Bee
[02:13.940]So won't they let you know
[02:15.610]That if you ****** with Dre ****** you're ****** wit Death Row
[02:19.060]And I ain't even slangin them thangs
[02:20.940]I'm hollin' one-eight-seven with my
[02:22.950]************ in yo mouth, beotch
[02:25.370]Yeah ******, Compton and Long Beach
[02:28.120]together on this mother******
[02:30.300]So you wanna pop that ************t get yo
[02:31.990]mother****** crranium cracked ******
[02:33.710]Step on up. Now, we ain't no
[02:35.130]mother****** joke so remember the name
[02:38.100]]Mighty, mighty D-R. Yeahhh, MOTHER******!
[02:43.950]Now understand this my ****** Dre can't be touched
[02:46.660]Luke's bendin over, so Luke's gettin ******, busta
[02:49.410]Musta, thought I was sleazy
[02:51.580]Or though I was a mark cause I used to hang with Eazy
[02:54.530]Animosity, made ya speak but ya spoke
[02:56.530]Ay yo Dre, whattup, check this ****** off loc
[02:58.790]If it ain't another ho that I gots ta ****** with
[03:02.340]Gap teeth in ya mouth so my ************'s gots to fit
[03:05.660]With my nuts on ya tonsils
[03:07.660]While ya onstage rappin at your wack-ass concerts
[03:10.540]And I'ma snatch your ass from the backside
[03:12.680]To show you how Death Row pull off that whoride
[03:15.490]Now you might not understand me
[03:17.370]Cause I'ma rob you in Compton and blast you in Miami
[03:20.730]Then we gon creep to South Central
[03:23.190]On a Street Knowledge mission, as I steps in the temple
[03:24.860]Spot him, got him, as I pulls out my strap
[03:28.280]Got my chrome to the side of his White Sox hat
[03:30.780]You tryin to check my homey, you better check yo self
[03:33.000]Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself, MOTHER******
[03:36.130]
[03:36.850]Outtro...
