Yeah, hell, yeah
Know what I'm saying

Yeah, Mister Buster
Where the fuck you 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
Niggas you grew up with

Don't even respect your ass
That's why its time for the
Doctor to check your ass, nigga

Used to be my homie
Used to be my ace
Now I wanna slap
The taste out your mouth

Make you bow down to the row
Fucking me, now I'm
Fucking you, little hoe

Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide
Let me ride, just another homicide
Yeah. it's. me so I'm-a 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 lowkey, B.G. cause
You lost all your homies 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

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
Would you, Timmy
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 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 kicking
Were quite bootylicious

You get with Doggy Dogg
Oh, is he crazy
With your mama and
Your daddy hollering baby

So what that lets you know
That if you fuck with Dre, nigga
You're fucking with Death Row
And I ain't even swinging them things
I'm hollerinf one-eight-seven
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
Cranium cracked, nigga

Step on up
Now, we ain't no motherfuckin joke
So remember the name
Mighty, mighty D-R
Yeah, motherfucker

Now understand this
My nigga, Dre, cant be touched
Luke's bending over
So Luke's getting fucked, buster

Must have thought I was sleazy
Or thought I was a mark
Cause I used to hang with Eazy

Animosity made you speak
But you spoke
Hey, yo, Dre, what up
Check this nigga off, loc

If it ain't another hoe
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 onstage rapping
At your whack 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 homie
You best check yourself
Cause when you dis Dre
You dis yourself, motherfucker
Junior nigga

Yeah, nine deuce, Dr. Dre
Dropping chronic once again

It don't stop
Punishing punk motherfuckers
Real quick like Compton Style, nigga

Doggy Doggs in the
Motherfucking house, yeah
Long Beach is in the
Motherfucking house, yeah, yeah

Straight up, really doe
Breaking all these suckers off
Something real proper like
You know what I'm saying

All these sucker ass niggas
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, yeah