Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Death Row's in the motherfuckin' house
Yeah, Eazy-E Eazy-E Eazy-E can eat a big fat dick
You know what I'm sayin'? Punk motherfucker
But here's a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not like
It seems like you're good for makin' jokes about your jimmy
But fuck your mama, I'm talkin' about you and me
Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide
So strap on your Compton hat, your locs
Spot him, got him, as I pulls out my strap
And them rhymes you were kickin' were quite bootylicious
'Cause I'ma rob you in Compton and blast you in Miami
Your bark was loud, but your bite wasn't vicious
Step on up now, we ain't no motherfuckin'
Tim Dog can eat a big fat dick
Luke, can eat a fat dick
Put down the candy and let the little boy go
Get yo motherfuckin' cranium cracked nigga
And I ain't even slangin' them thangs
Play, with my bone would ya Timmy
Now I wanna slap the taste out yo mouth
And watch your back 'cause you might get smoked, loc
You tryin' to check my homey, you better check yo self
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Doggy Dogg's in the motherfuckin' house
Busta Musta, thought I was sleazy
Got my chrome to the side of his White Sox hat
All these sucka ass niggaz can eat a fat dick
The sounds of a dog brings me to another day
You know what I'm sayin'?
With my nuts on ya tonsils
I'm hollin' one-eight-seven with my dick in yo mouth, beotch
Together on this motherfucker
It don't stop, punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like
Mighty, mighty D R yeah, motherfucker
Or though I was a mark 'cause I used to hang with Eazy
Breakin' all you suckaz off somethin' real proper like
Ay yo Dre, whattup? Check this nigga off loc
Yeah nigga, Compton and Long Beach
Straight up, really doe
Animosity, made ya speak but ya spoke
On a Street Knowledge mission, as I steps in the temple
Mista Busta, where the fuck ya at?
We have your motherfuckin' record company surrounded
Used to be my homey, used to be my ace
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Luke's bendin' over, so Luke's gettin' fucked
B.G. 'cause you lost all your homeys love
Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm talkin' about
That's why it's time for the Doctor, to check your ass, nigga
Long Beach in the motherfuckin' house
With ya mama and your daddy hollin' Bay-Bee
Now call it what you want to
So you wanna pop that shit
Yeah it's me so I'ma talk on
Toe to toe, Tim M-U-T
Let me ride, just another homicide
Compton style nigga, Doggy Dogg in the motherfuckin' house
Joke so remember the name
And pass the bud, and stay low-key
And I'ma snatch your ass from the backside
Now understand this my nigga Dre can't be touched
I heard she was the 'Frisco Dyke
Your dick on hard, from fuckin' your road dogs
The hood you threw up with, niggaz you grew up with
You fucked wit me, now it's a must that I fuck wit you
'Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself, motherfucker
Yeah, nine-deuce, Dr. Dre, dropin' chronic once again
Fuckin' me, now I'm fuckin' you, little hoe
While ya on stage rappin' at your wack-ass concerts
That if you fuck with Dre nigga you're fuckin' wit Death Row
Don't even respect your ass
You get with Doggy Dogg oh is he crazy?
Then we gon' creep to South Central
If it ain't another ho that I gots ta fuck with
Stompin' on the Eazy'est streets that you can walk on
Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat
Gap teeth in ya mouth so my dick's gots to fit
Now you might not understand me
Make you bow down to the row
To show you how Death Row pull off that who ride
So won't they let you know
