Lyrics

[Intro: Dr. Dre, Jewell] Hah, yeah... hell yeah Death Row is in the house! Yeah! Yeah... [Verse 1: Dr. Dre] Mista Busta, where the fuck you at? Can't scrap a lick, so I know you got your gat Your dick on hard, from fuckin' your road dogs The hoods you threw up with, niggas 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 ya mouth Make ya bow down to the Row Fuckin' me, now I'm fuckin' you, lil' ho Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide Let me ride, just another homicide Yeah, it's me, so I'ma talk on Stomping on the easiest 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 fucked with me, now it's a must that I fuck with you [Interlude: Dr. Dre, sample] "You better raise up" Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm talkin' about We have your mothafuckin' record company surrounded Put down the candy and let the little boy go You know what I'm sayin'? Punk motherfucker ("We want Eazy!" "We want Eazy!" "We want Eazy!") [Verse 2: Snoop 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 making jokes about your jimmy Well, here's a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not like I heard she was a 'Frisco dyke But fuck your mama, I'm talking 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 your mama and your daddy hollerin' "Baby!" 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 swangin' them thangs I'm hollerin' "187...!" with my dick in your mouth, biatch [Interlude: RBX, sample] Yeah, nigga! Compton and Long Beach together on this motherfucker So you wanna pop that shit, get your motherfuckin' cranium cracked Nigga, step on up Now, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke, so remember the name Mighty, mighty D-R Yeah, motherfucker! ("The shit done hit the fan!") [Verse 3: Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre] Now understand this, my nigga Dre can't be touched Luke's bending over, so Luke's getting fucked, buster Must've thought I was sleazy Or thought I was a mark 'cause I used to hang with Eazy Animosity made you speak what you spoke (Yeah...) Ayo, Dre (What up?) Chip this nigga off, loc If it ain't another ho that I gots to fuck with Gap teeth in your mouth, so my dick's gots to fit With my nuts on your tonsils While you're on stage rappin' at your wack-ass concert And I'ma snatch your ass from the backside And 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 tryna check my homie, you best check yourself 'Cause when you diss Dre ya diss yourself (Motherfucker) [Instrumental Break] [Bridge: Jewell] Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-hoo Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-hoo [Refrain: Jewell] Where'd you get your funk from? Where'd you get your funk from? Where'd you get your funk from? Where'd you get your funk from? [Interlude: The Lady Of Rage] Yo, this is Chronic Patrol Saying, you might as well get with this 'Cause it's cheaper to Funk Than it is to pay attention The Chronic Patrol is designed for the pimpin' of the Pleasure Principle And you know pimpin' ain't easy, but somebody gotta do it And the Chronic Patrol is here To drop more Funk than a dead skunk dumped in a dead skunk's cunt, huh So you know there's no fakin' on this funk here Oh me? My name is Rage Your funked-out street pharmacist Prescribing what ever it takes To get you Chronic'ed out!!!!!!!! [Refrain: Jewell] Where'd you get your funk from? Where'd you get your funk from? Where'd you get your funk from? Where'd you get your funk from? [Bridge: Jewell] Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-hoo Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-hoo Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-hoo Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-hoo {*adlibs and vocalizing*} [Instrumental Break 2] [Refrain: Jewell] Where'd you get your funk from? Where'd you get your funk from? Where'd you get your funk from? Where'd you get your funk from? [Instrumental Break 3] [Bridge: Jewell] Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-hoo Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-hoo [Outro: Snoop Dogg] ...Biatch!