Yeah, Hell Yeah. Know What I'm Sayin'? Yeah...


Mister Buster, Where The F**k Ya At?


Can't Scrap A Leg, So I Know Ya Got Your Gat.


Your Dick On Hard, From F**kin 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 Homie, Used To Be My Ace.


Now I Wanna Slap The Taste Out Your Mouth,


Make You Bow Down To The Row.


F**kin' Me, Now I'm F**kin' 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.


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 Homie's Love


Now Call It What You Want To.


You F**ked Wit Me, Now It's A Must That I F**k Wit You!





Yeah, That's What The F**k I'm Talkin About.


We Have Your Motherf**kin Record Company Surrounded.


Put Down The Candy And Let The Little Boy Go...


You Know What I'm Sayin'? Punk Motherf**ker...


**We Want Eazy, We Want Eazy**





Bow Wow Wow Yippy Yo Yippy Yay.


Doggy Dogg's In The Motherf**kin' House...


Bow Wow Wow Yippy Yo Yippy Yay.


Death Row's In The Motherf**kin' House...


Bow Wow Wow Yippy Yo Yippy Yay.


The Sounds Of A Dog Brings Me To Another Day.


Play, With My Bone Won't You Tell Me


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 Dank.


But F**k 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' Babee.


So Won't They Let You Know


That If You F**k With Dre, Nigga, You're F**kin' Wit Death Row.


And I A