Dre Day (a.k.a. Fuck With Dre Day And Everybody's Still Celebrating)

written by Andre Young, Cordozar Broadus, David Spradley, Garry Shider, & George Jr Clinton

Ha! Yeah, hell yeah! Ha, know what I'm saying? Sssss...

Mista Busta,
Where the fuck ya at?
Can't scrap a lick,
So I know you got your gat,
Your dick on hard,
From fucking 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 Homey,
Used to be my Ace,
Now I wanna slapped,
And sexed out your mouth,
Nigga bow down to The Row,
Fucking me?
Now I'm fucking you little Ho!

Don't think I forgot,
Let you slide,
Let me ride,
Just another homicide,
Yeah it's me so I'm gonna talk on,
Stomping 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 fucked with me,
Now it's a must that I fuck with you!

Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm talking about. We have your motherfucking record company surrounded, so put down the candy and let the little boy go. You know what I'm saying Punk Motherfucker (We want Eazy, we want Eazy).

Bow wow wow,
Yippy yo yippy yay,
Doggy Dogg's in the motherfucking house.

Bow wow wow,
Yippy yo yippy yay,
Death Row's in the motherfucking house.

Bow wow wow,
Yippy yo yippy yay,
The sounds of a dog,
Brings me to another day.

Play with my bone,
With your Jimmy,
It seems like you're good,
For making 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 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 kicking,
Were quite booty-licious.

You get with Doggy Dogg,
Oh is he crazy?
With your Mama and your Daddy holling Bay-Bee,
So won't they let you know,
That if you fuck with Dre, Nigga,
You're fucking with Death Row,
And I ain't even slanging them things,
I'm holling 1-8-7 with my dick in your mouth, Bitch!

Yeah Nigga, Compton and Long Beach together on this motherfucker. So you wanna pop that shit? Get your motherfucking Ccranium cracked, Nigga? Step on up! Now, we ain't no motherfucking joke, so remember the name: Mighty, Mighty D-R. Yeahhh, MOTHERFUCKER!

Now understand this:
My Nigga Dre can't be touched,
Luke's bending over,
So Luke's getting fucked, Busta.

Must've thought I was sleazy,
Or though I was a mark,
Cause I used to hang with Eazy.

Animosity,
Made you speak,
But you spoke.

Ay yo Dre!
What up?
Check 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 your tonsils,
While you on stage rapping,
At your wack-ass concerts,
And I'm a 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'm a 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 trying to check my Homey,
You better check yourself,
Cause when you diss Dre ,
You diss yourself motherfucker!

Yeah Nigga...

Yeah, nine-deuce! Dr. Dre, droping chronic once again. It don't stop! Punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like. Compton style, Nigga!

Doggy Dogg in the motherfucking house! Long Beach in the motherfucking house! Yeah, straight up, really doe! Breaking all you Suckaz off something real proper like. You know what I'm saying?

All these Sucka-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!