Dr.Dre Lyrics

Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 5:20 pm

"Puffin On Blunts And Drankin Tanqueray"
(feat. Dat Nigga Daz & Lady Of Rage)

[Lady Of Rage]
All ways and forever, forever and all ways
the rhythm will flow from now and through all days
as long as the sun shines
as long as Eisenours on the dime
yo, I'll be kickin the rhyme
One time for ya mind, your soul your body
D-o-g's on the side of me, smooth as E & J
hard as Bacardi smackin those yaddy-yacks and ducks keep quackin
hands that are clappin end up cracklin
under the heat the pressure from the one thats deffer
Egyptian ruler will call me cleo ro Nefertiti yes indeedi
got the eyes of the beedie-body from Tahiti
voice of the will lyrics blow
chills up ya spine thats illslow
all thoughts in ya mind drop a yo
came in the front but you be kicked through the back door
for tryin to step, tryin to come incorrect
tryin to play the left, tryin to start a mess
tryin to cause fuss, tryin to raise a ruckus...Huh
you'll end up ashes to ashes, dusk to dusk
a busta you musta been fuckin on drugs
and alcohol back off, all a yall up against the wall
spread em, doggs go get em and
cuff em and stuff em, cold shed em dont let em
not a word, not another one heard
if you try you die, visions blurred, speech slurred
served with a cherry on top
Rage in effect I just begun to rock
Yeah rock on witcha bad self RAGE!
rock on witcha bad self RAGE!
Rock on witcha bad self RAGE!
Rock on witcha bad self....

[Dat Nigga Daz]
Yo..Im Dat Nigga Daz who packs a tre-8 slug
a true nigga from the hood and the pound gives love
Yo see...niggas wanna be down but never came around
so back up off my nuts and stop sweatin the pound
you see niggas get broke off like 1,2,3
cuz Im the D-A to the..(D-A-to the..)
D-A- to the Z
Now G'z pay attention to this young ass mack daddy
in a caddy-haddy, not known about the city
where the niggas hang around
so I roll em up and hit em up wit the motherfuckin Dogg Pound

[Kurupt]
I'm rough and rugged and up till to the dirt
I'm from the Dogg Pound nigga so Im puttin in work
I'm no joke who the fuck you tryin to provoke
(1-8-7)It's cool how his ass got smoked
I don't drink no fuckin Vsop
I drink the motherfuckin O.G., O-E
Im from the clik that be kickin the gangsta shit bitch
real niggas real G'z wit real big dicks
I hit em up wit the Pound
so what you wanna throw up
claimin your cocaine or cavi when you blow up
know what? the Pounds in the motherfuckin house
back again we try to get high as we kin
Dr.Dre be kickin phat rhymes and produce and kick shit
I gets more wicked than Beetlejuice
Motherfuckers get battered so scatter
before I keep ya hostage a nigga hostage like the grim reaper
so Im comin from my hood...what hood
you really like to know motherfucker I thought you knew
motherfucker dont you know Im stranded on the row
I take a look into the crowd kick a style a flow
I'm mashin, motherfuckers get murdered for action
relax kid, your rollin wit a fuckin assasin
outlasted did dirt the other day
betray, the roll of a G, from the D-O double G
P-o-u-n-d, Pound so bow-bow motherfuckin marks
the execute the start, when the chronic gets sparked
Im like ??
Wrecks I flex murderous rhymes to leave you all dead
what said is all said its already spoke
the dead is the dead I aint no fuckin joke
I murder motherfuckers as a hobby
one of my idols aint no joke so why in the fuck should I be
Fly me to the Bahamas, ruff rhymer,
dramas what your kickin, wicked is how Im a
approach ya, the locster, whos quick to up and smoke ya
your lookin like a smoka, grinnin like the joker
I yolk ya from da back like a bitch talkin shit
but a bitch aint shit, cuz a bitch aint shit
but a ho and trick on my dick
flip, lets take a trip to the Dogg Pound
fools tryed to punk me when I was young but Im a hog now
and I gets respect and I step wit a tec 9
ready to put somethin up in that ass to give respect mine
fool, Deatrow aint lynchin and the Pound aint mobbin
we all dont give a fuck run in your crib and start robbin
throbbin, I'll break a nigga down in the 90's
maxin at the Pound wit my doggs is where you'll find me
Beeyatch..

Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 5:21 pm

"187um (Deep Cover Remix)"
(feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg)

(I can feel it)

[Chorus: Dr. Dre (Snoop Doggy Dogg)]

Yeah, and you don't stop (it's still 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop)
Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop)

[Verse One: Dr. Dre]

Niggers that I used to know and sell dope wit'
Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit,
And let me know what's up and they can blast on,
Thinkin' about the homeys that passed on.
Death Row come to show you all the game at,
And show you how my label got the name that
So many wanna see me, and time is money,
But never in the P-E-N, yo.
Welcome back to Viet Nam, California.
Ain't a damn thing changed, so let me warn you.
Every motherfuckin minute you on the West Side,
The best side, 20 niggers that just died.
Walkin' down the streets of L.A.
Stay strapped cause niggas bust caps every day, yo
The 1-8-7 don't stop, on undercover cops,
So on this spot gettin' popped, shot,
Droppin' like this and like that,
Rat-tat-tat-tat with their caps peelin' back.
So creep when you in the C-P-T.
You catch heat from fuckin' with' the D-R-E.
I got my eyes on the shit unfolding.
And there ain't gonna be no trippin'
Cause they know the type of shit that I be holding.
If there's another word said,
I'll let my forty-fo' go buck to the head, nigga.

[Chorus: Dr. Dre (Snoop Doggy Dogg)]

Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop)
Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop)

[Verse Two: Snoop Doggy Dogg]

3 and to the 2 and 2 and to the 1,
Head away, sent away, get away Snoop's got a gun,
And he's lookin' for the cops who set him up in '86
Now it's time to put they ass in the mix.
Back on the streets with my khakis and my scars,
Nuts full of cavi and I'm headed for the bar.
Scared as a motherfucker, cause I'm fresh out,
But I got to make my green, and plus they all fiend
Follow me, they keep yellin' murder, but it won't stop,
Until the last nigga that you know drop.
Another nigga out, but I doubt that you really give a fuck what it's about.
Now, 99 pigs on a block with me,
Not a motherfuckin' cop wanna knock with me,
A C-O-N-V-I-C-T, the motherfuckin' D-O-G, comin' from the L-B-C.
Look at what the doc brought in,
A chrome 38, a Fo'ty-fo' mag, and mack 10
So what you wanna do? (What you wanna do?)
I got the gauge, a uzi and the mothafuckin 22
so if you wanna blast, nigga we can buck 'em
If we stick 'em then we stuck 'em so fuck 'em!"

[Chorus: Dr. Dre (Snoop Doggy Dogg)]

Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop)
Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop)

[Verse Three: Snoop Doggy Dogg]

Splat to a motherfucker face, he fall.
Strong motherfucker cause he starts to crawl.
I guess I gots to load the glock again.
Hit 'im with the hollow points and watch him spin.
Fuck it, I had to do this quick.
Grabbed the glock 17, the clip went click.
Tried to detect, but did not detect perfect
So I creep on that ass, pops him and drops him.
That ought to stop from beatin' up blacks,
Dead in his tracks, from a full six pack.
Relax, cause I'm about to take my respect.
I aimed the twelve gauge straight for his neck.
Boo-yaa! Boo-yaa! then I fade into the wind.
1-8-7 and it's on again.
Well it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Desert Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome
And it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Desert Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome.
Fuck 'em, buck 'em, if they really wanna trip,
Niggas keep your hands on your motherfuckin' shit.

[Chorus: Dr. Dre (Snoop Doggy Dogg)]

Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop)
Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop)

Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 5:22 pm

Fuck Wit Dre Day"

[Intro: Dr. Dre]

Ha, yeah, hell yeah, ha knowhatI'msayin
(Sssss)

[Verse One: Dr. Dre]

Yeah, Mista Busta, where the fuck ya at?
Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat
Your dick on hard, from fuckin your road dogs
The hood you threw up with, niggaz 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 homey, used to be my ace
Now I wanna slap the taste out yo mouth
Nigga bow down to the row
Fuckin me, now I'm fuckin you, little hoe
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 fucked wit me, now it's a must that I fuck wit you

[Interlude: Dr. Dre]

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 knowhatI'msayin, punk motherfucker
(We want Eazy, we want Eazy)

[Verse Two: Snoop Doggy 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 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 fuck 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 fuck with Dre nigga you're fuckin wit Death Row
And I ain't even slangin them thangs
I'm hollin' one-eight-seven with my dick in yo mouth, beeyatch

[Interlude: RBX]

Yeah nigga, Compton and Long Beach together on this motherfucker
So you wanna pop that shit get yo motherfuckin cranium cracked nigga
Step on up. Now, we ain't no motherfuckin joke so remember the name
Mighty, mighty D-R. Yeahhh, MOTHERFUCKER!

[Verse Three: Dr.Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg]

Now understand this my nigga Dre can't be touched
Luke's bendin over, so Luke's gettin fucked, 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 nigga off loc
If it ain't another ho that I gots ta fuck with
Gap teeth in ya mouth so my dick's gots to fit
With my nuts on ya tonsils
While ya on stage rappin at your wack-ass concerts
And I'ma 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'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, MOTHERFUCKER
Yeah nigga...

[Outro: Snoop Doggy Dogg]

Yeah, nine-deuce
Dr. Dre, dropin chronic once again
It don't stop, Punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like
Compton style nigga,
Doggy Dogg in the motherfuckin house, yeah
Long Beach in the motherfuckin house, yeah
Yeah, straight up, really doe
Breakin all you suckaz off somethin real proper like
YouknowhatI'msayin?
All these sucka ass niggaz 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...

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