Yeah, hell yeah. You know what I'm sayin'? 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 gankin' your road dogs
The hood 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 homey, used to be my ace
Now I wanna slap the taste out yo' mouth
Make you bow down to the row
Gankin' me, now I'm gankin' 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
Stompin' on the 'Eazy'est streets that you can walk on
So strap on your Compton hat, your loc's
& watch your back cause you might get smoked, loc
& pass the bud & stay low-key
B.G. cause you lost all your homey's love
Now call it what you want to
You tripped wit me, now it's a must that I trip wit you.
[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 your Timmy
It seems like your 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 ----
But only rizzils, I'm talkin' about you & me
Toe to toe, Tim M U T
Your bark was loud, but your bite wasn't vicious
& them rhymes you were kickin' were quite bootylicious.
You get with Doggy Dogg oh is he crazy?
Wit your mama & your daddy hollin' baby
So won't they let you know
That if you step to Dre fool your steppin' at Death Row
& I ain't even slangin' them things
I'm hollin' 1 8 7 with my gat in yo' mouth, fool.
[Break 2:]
Yeah homey, Compton & Long Beach together on this tramp
& just when your gone people slippin' bull yeah, right back at ya.
Now you want to step up & get your cranium cracked.
Step on up. & remember the name
Mighty, mighty D R. & we puttin' in work. Yeah!
[Verse 3: Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg]
Now understand this my homey Dre can't be touched
Luke's bendin' over, so Luke's gettin' stuck, busta
Musta, thought I was sleazy
Or thought I was a mark 'cause I used to hang with Eazy
Animosity, made your speak but your spoke
Hey yo Dre, what up? Break him off somethin' loc
If it ain't another hoe that I got's to get with
Gap teeth in your mouth so my gat's got's to fit
With my sack on your tonsils
While your on stage rappin' at your wack ass concerts
& I'm a snatch your ass from the backside
To show you how Death Row pull off that whoride
Now you might not understand me
'Cause I'm a rob you in Compton & 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 best check yourself
'Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself, hell yeah.
[Outro:]
So all you mark ass busters we can raise up
Really doe, Death Row is runnin' the 9 trey.
& you know we can't be faded.