Dr. Dre - Fuck Wit Dre Day скачать mp3

[Verse 1: Dr. Dre] Mista Busta, where the fuck you at? Can't scrap a lick, so I know you got your gat Your dick on hard, from fuckin your road dogs The hood you threw up with, niggas 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 homie, used to be my ace Now I wanna slap the taste out ya mouth Make ya bow down to the Row Fuckin me, now I'm fuckin you, little ho Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide Let me ride, just another homicide Yeah it's me so I'mma 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 talkin about We have your motherfuckin record company surrounded Put down the candy and let the little boy go You know what I'm sayin? Punk motherfucker (We want Eazy! We want Eazy!) [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay Doggy Dogg's in the motherfuckin house Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay Death Row's in the motherfuckin 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 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 won't they let you know That if you fuck with Dre Nigga you're fuckin wit Death Row And I ain't even slanging them thangs I'm hollering 187 with my dick in your mouth, beyotch Yeah nigga, Compton and Long Beach together on this motherfucker So you wanna pop that shit, get your motherfuckin cranium cracked nigga Step on up. Now, we ain't no motherfuckin joke so remember the name Mighty, mighty D-R. Yeah, motherfucker [Verse 3: Dre and Snoop] (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 what you spoke Ayo Dre) whattup (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're onstage rapping at your wack-ass concerts) And I'mma snatch your ass from the backside To show you how Death Row pull off that hoo-ride (Now you might not understand me) Cause I'mma 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 (Yee nigga) [Outro: Snoop] Yeah, nine-deuce Dr. Dre, dropping chronic once again It don't stop: punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like Doggy Dogg in the motherfuckin house Long Beach in the motherfuckin house Compton style nigga, straight up, really tho Breaking all you suckas off something real proper like You know what I'm sayin? All these sucka ass niggas can eat a fat dick Yeah, Eazy-E can eat a big fat dick Tim Dog can eat a big fat dick Luke can eat a fat d