f*ck Dre lyrics

by

Tha Realest


[Skit/Intro: Dr. Dre impersonator]
Hey what's up man?

[Aspiring rapper]
Ay yo Dre, I got some heat for you man
I want you to check out this tape dawg
Ya know what I'm sayin'?
I wanna be put on Aftermath, how can I be down man?

[Dre]
Well you know how we get down over here

[Rapper]
Nah man, how y'all get down?

[Dre]
Well, you know, you gotta un-ass some of that shoot

[Rapper]
What?

[Dre]
Well, if you wanna f*ck with Aftermath

[Rapper]
Ay man what the f*ck you doing? *belt*

[Dre)
Yo Mel Man, go get me the K-Y dogg

[Rapper]
Yeah man, but, that's how all y'all get down over there man?
*dropping pants*

["f*ck You" starts playing]

[Dre]
Yeah man go get the ecstasy pills man
This one gonna be a wild one tonight
I wanna take this n*ggas manhood and his music

[Dre & Rapper]
Ugh, yeah, Ugh, yeah, Mel Man this sh*t good
Ohh, oh, you gettin' some or what?

[Verse 1: Tha Realest]
I give a f*ck about this n*gga named Alize, leave the b*tch ass dead in the alleyway
Forever today, I'm lettin' him know, these Death Row n*ggas ain't gonna never play
Can you believe this n*gga, screamin' that he got that sh*t we call the chronic?
If he smoke the sh*t, he'll probably vomit, this b*tch ain't never had bionic
Mother f*cker who you taught to smoke in trees, n*gga bow down on your f*ckin' knees
In this life I lead we kill for greed, understand we ride for currency
I have to kill b*tches like Eminem, leave him dead just like the rest of them
Still testin' them, at the Source Awards, his bodyguards wasn't protectin' him
Now you actin' like and a n*gga you and Snoop are tight
You wasn't there when he was fightin' for his life
That sh*t ain't right, it was me, best believe
When I see your ass I'm takin' flight
Now a n*gga turned back to the old you
That b*tch from the World Class Wreckin Cru
With your lipstick on and a di*k in your ass
Ha, Ha, yeah n*gga you remember you

[Hook: Twist]×2
So what do you say to somebody you hate?
Leave your body full of holes, left in chalk and tape
Motherf*ck Snoop and N.W.A
Death Row could give a f*ck about Dre

[Verse 2: Swoop G]
If you b*tch n*ggas f*ck with us
We got my n*ggas in the cut
Ready to f*ck you up
I got a pretty bad b*tch that'll set you up
Take you to a penthouse and let you f*ck
Then cut your nuts
Dr. Dre been soft from the very start
Like when Eazy f*cked his ass, he ain't had no heart
He and 'Pac came out and he pulled apart
Had everybody knewin' that your ass was marked
f*ck Nate Dogg, Eminem, and Snoop
And all them b*tch motherf*ckers that ride with you
I know they sided with you, they gonna hide with you
Yeah, n*gga, motherf*ckers gonna die with you
Be prepared to shoot
Let the guns bust n*gga at Tha Realest and Swoop
Key to rockin' Lil Style in the Lexus Coupe
Everything you write, n*gga, is bullet-proof
You know how Death Row do

[Hook]×2

[Verse 3: Lil C Style]
Y'all know you're just some mark ass
Hooked down, b*tch ass n*ggas who ain't gonna blast
When I see y'all n*ggas aloud
Can't none of y'all n*ggas move my ass
I'm Lil C Style in the Lexus Coupe
High off weed and lots of loot
Ain't no tellin' what I'm gonna do
When I catch that scary ass n*gga Snoop
Might blast you, harass your boo
Cause a n*gga gettin' way more cash than you
Throwin' up 1-9 while I'm passin' you
Got all these mother f*ckers askin' you
Why Swoop and Lil Style keep smashin' you?
Got all these new n*ggas dissin' you
Cause you a b*tch-ass, punk-ass
Scary ass n*gga who ain't gonna blast
I just might roll up and puff your ass
Then smoke weed with your cousin Daz
Tell him my n*gga just blast your ass
Young Swoop ain't gotta hit a n*gga with no glass
Cause keenin' rock puttin' n*ggas on they ass
And Death Row n*ggas will always mash
Clock the cash, Glock the mask
And if you run up, I'll sock your ass

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Twist]
I'll always be Twist
Alivay my guess
At dispense
So blood I split
Like wrists and so slick
It's Twist, 2, GDS
Sick attributes
And attitudes like I have to shoot
With the heat that Slim Shady
Had him f*ckin' his kid's baby
And mouth full of M-80's
Bring him through the last circle
Leave his ass hurtin'
And his cap lurkin'
Man, I can work you
Stay away from the name rest, Eminem
Cause I'm aimin' for the embelin
And I could give a f*ck about Dre and Snoop
Only mad cause the game was rapin' you
Doin' four minus too much
Get your groove crushed
It's true lust
That could make a prostitute blush
f*ck what you heard like a di*k in your ear
n*gga beggin' to disappear move Swoop from the rear
I'm mack cappin' that world class cat
Until you drop dead
And Dre stay gay cause 'Pac said
And this Twist from Chaps and The Last Circle
If you wanna know who said it motherf*cker...

[Hook]×2

[The Realest]
[Death Row n*gga
Death Row n*gga
Death Row in this mother f*cker
Come on] x 3 (in background)
**
(talking over)
I'm poppin' sh*t
Double R tops dropped
And the Glocks c*ck
Bullet-Proof vests never get put to rest
Know what I mean?
For my n*gga Makaveli we still ridin' up in this motherf*cker
Death Row Westside n*gga
Can you n*ggas see me?
The Realest aka Tenkamenin and Vigilante
The world don't understand me
The re-birth of a pitiful-ass young motherf*cker
Eat a di*k all day
Eat a di*k all day on Westside

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