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 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...)