One, two, three and to the fourSnoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the doorReady to make an entrance, so back on up('Cause you know we're 'bout to rip shit up)Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubbleCompton and Long Beach together, now you know you in troubleAin't nothin' but a G thang, babyTwo loc'ed out niggas so we're crazyDeath Row is the label that pays meUnfadeable, so please don't try to fade this (hell yeah)But, uh, back to the lecture at handPerfection is perfected, so I'ma let 'em understandFrom a young G's perspectiveAnd before me dig out a bitch I have to find a contraceptiveYou never know, she could be earnin' her manAnd learnin' her man, and at the same time burnin' her manNow you know I ain't with that shit, LieutenantAin't no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it(Yeah) And that's realer than Real-Deal HolyfieldAnd now you hookers and hoes know how I feelWell if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunkI'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuffIt's like this and like that and like this and uhIt's like that and like this and like that and uhIt's like this and like that and like this and uhDre, creep to the mic like a phantomWell I'm peepin' and I'm creepin' and I'm creepin'But I damn near got capped 'cause my beeper kept beepin'Now it's time for me to make my impression feltSo sit back, relax, and strap on your seatbeltYou never been on a ride like this beforeWith a producer who can rap and control the maestroAt the same time with the dope rhyme that I kickYou know and I know, I flow some ol' funky shitTo add to my collection, the selectionSymbolizes dope, take a toke, but don't chokeIf you do, you'll have no clueOf what me and my homie Snoop Dogg came to doIt's like this and like that and like this and uhIt's like that and like this and like that and uhIt's like thisAnd who gives a fuck about those?So just chill 'til the next episodeFallin' back on that ass with a hellified gangsta leanGettin' funky on the mic like a old batch of collard greensIt's the capital S, oh yes I'm fresh, N double-O PD O double-G Y, D O double-G, ya seeShowin' much flex when it's time to wreck a micPimpin' hoes and clockin' a grip like my name was DolomiteYeah, and it don't quitI think they in the mood for some motherfuckin' G shit (hell yeah)So, Dre (what up Dog?)Gotta give 'em what they want (what's that, G?)We gotta break 'em off somethin' (hell yeah)And it's gotta be bumpin' (city of Compton)Is where it takes place, so when asked, yo' attentionMobbin' like a motherfucker but I ain't lynchin'Droppin' the funky shit that's makin' the sucker niggas mumbleWhen I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, they all crumbleTry to get close and your ass'll get smackedMy motherfuckin' homie Doggy Dogg has got my backNever let me slip, 'cause if I slip, then I'm slippin'But if I got my Nina, then you know I'm straight trippin'And I'ma continue to put the rap down, put the mack downAnd if you bitches talk shit, I'll have to put the smack downYeah, and you don't stopI told you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I tockBut I'm never off, always on to the break of dawnC-O-M-P-T-O-N, and the city they call Long BeachPuttin' the shit togetherLike my nigga D.O.C., "No One Can Do It Better"Like this, that and this and uhIt's like that and like this and like that and uhIt's like thisAnd who gives a fuck about those?So just chill, 'til the next episodeYou've got the feelin'Rock the other sideYou've got the feelin' (yeah, yeah)You've got the feelin'Rock the other sideYou've got the feelin' (yeah, yeah)You've got the feelin'Rock the other sideYou've got the feelin' (yeah, yeah)
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