^{Intro: Dr. Dre} Ha, yeah, hell yeah, ha knoe what I'm sayin (Sssss) ^{Verse One: Dr. Dre} Yeah, Mista Busta, where the **** ya at? Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat Your dick on hard, from ****in your road dogs The hood you threw up with, *****z you grew up with Don't even respect your a** That's why it's time for the doctor, to check your a**, ***** Used to be my homey, used to be my ace Now I wanna slapped and *sexed out yo mouth* ***** bow down to the row ****in me, now I'm ****in you, little ** Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide Let me ride, just another homicide Yeah it's me so I'ma talk on Stompin 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 ****ed wit me, now it's a must that I **** wit you ^{Interlude: Dr. Dre} Yeah, that's what the **** I'm talkin about We have your m***** ****in record company surrounded Put down the candy and let the little boy go You knowhatI'msayin, punk m***** ****er (We want Eazy, we want Eazy) ^{Verse Two: Snoop Dogg} Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay Doggy Dogg's in the m***** ****in 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 with ya jimmy It seems like you're 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 dyke But **** 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 kickin were quite bootylicious You get with Doggy Dogg oh is he crazy? With ya mama and your daddy hollin' Bay-Bee So won't they let you know That if you **** with Dre ***** you're ****in wit Death Row And I ain't even slangin them thangs I'm hollin' one-eight-seven with my *d**k in yo mouth*, beeyatch ^{Interlude: RBX} Yeah *****, Compton and Long Beach together on this m***** ****er So you wanna pop that *hit get yo m***** ****in c****** c****ed ***** Step on up. Now, we ain't no m***** ****in joke so remember the name Mighty, mighty D-R. Yeahhh, m***** ****er! ^{Verse Three: Dr.Dre and Snoop Dogg} Now understand this my ***** Dre can't be touched Luke's bendin over, so Luke's gettin ****ed, busta Musta, thought I was sleazy Or though I was a mark cause I used to hang with Eazy Animosity, made ya speak but ya spoke Ay yo Dre, whattup, check this ***** off loc If it ain't another ho that I gotsta **** with Gap teeth in ya mouth so my d**k's gots to fit With my *nuts on ya tonsils* While ya on stage rappin at your wack-a** concerts And I'ma snatch your a** from the backside To 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 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 better check yo self Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself, m***** ****er Yeah *****... ^{Outro: Snoop Dogg} Yeah, nine-deuce Dr. Dre, dropin chronic once again It don't stop, Punishing punk m***** ****ers real quick like Compton style *****, Doggy Dogg in the m***** ****in house, yeah Long Beach in the m***** ****in house, yeah Yeah, straight up, really doe Breakin all you ****az off somethin real proper like You knoe what I'm sayin? All these ****a a** *****z can eat a fat d**k Yeah, Eazy-E Eazy-E Eazy-E can eat a big fat d**k Tim Dog can eat a big fat d**k Luke, can eat a fat d**k, yeah...