1, 2, 3 and to the 4 Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the Ready to an entrance so back on up (Cause you know we're to rip shit up) Give me the microphone first so I can like a bubble Compton and Beach together: now you know you in trouble nothing but a G thang, baby Two loc'ed out niggas so crazy Death Row is the label that me Unfadeable, so please don't try to this But um, to the lecture at hand Perfection is perfected, so let em understand a young G's perspective And before me dig out a bitch I to find a contraceptive You know, she could be earning her man And learning her man -- and at the same burning her man Now you know I ain't with shit, Lieutenant Ain't no pussy enough to get burnt while I'm up in it (Yeah) and realer than "Real-Deal" Holyfield And now you hookers and hoes know how I Well, if it's good enough to get off a proper chunk I'll take a small piece of of that funky stuff
It's like this and that and like this and uh It's that and like this and like that and uh It's this and like that and like this and uh Dre, creep to the mic a phantom
Well I'm and I'm creeping and I'm creep-in But I damn near got caught, my beeper kept beepin' Now it's time for me to make my felt So sit back, relax, and strap on your seat You never been on a ride like this With a producer who can rap and control the At the time with the dope rhyme that I kick You know and I know: I some old funky shit To add to my collection, the Symbolizes dope: take a but don't choke! If you do, you'll have no On me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do
It's like this and like that and like and uh like that and like this and like that and uh It's like and like that and like this and uh
And who gives a fuck those? So just chill, til the episode
Falling back on that ass, with a hellafied gangsta Getting on the mic like a old batch of collard greens the capital S, oh yes I'm fresh, N double-O P D O Y, D O double-G, ya see Showing much when it's time to wreck a mic Pimping hoes and clocking a grip my name was Dolomite Yeah, and it quit I think they in the mood for some motherfuckin' G (Hell yeah!) So Dre (Whattup Dogg?) Gotta give them what want (What's that, G?) We break em off something (Hell yeah!) And gotta be bumpin' (City of Compton!)
Is where it place so, when asked, your attention Mobbing like a but I ain't lynchin' Dropping the shit that's making the sucker niggas mumble When I'm on the mic, it's a cookie: they all crumble Try to get close, and your ass'll get My motherfucking Doggy Dogg has got my back Never let me slip, if I slip, then I'm slippin' But if I got my Nina then you I'm straight trippin And continue to put the rap down, put the mack down And if you bitches shit, I'll have to put the smack down Yeah, and you stop I told you I'm just like a clock when I and I tock But I'm never off, always on to the break of C-O-M-P-T-O-N and the city call Long Beach Putting the shit my nigga D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better"