One, two, three and to the four
Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the door
Ready to make an entrance so back on up
'Cause you know we're 'bout to rip shit up
Give me the microphone first,
so I can bust like a bubble
Compton and Long Beach together,
now you know you in trouble
Ain't nothin' but a "G" thang, baby
Two loced out niggas goin' crazy
Death Row is the label that pays me
Unfadeable so please don't try to fade this
But, um, back to the lecture at hand
Perfection is perfected,
so I'ma let 'em understand
From a young G's perspective
And before me dig out a bitch,
I have to find a contraceptive
You never know, she could be earnin' her man
and learnin' her man
And at the same time burnin' her man
Now, you know I ain't with that shit,
Lieutenant
Ain't no pussy good enough
to get burnt while I'm up in it
And that's realer than Real-Deal Holyfield
And now you hookers and hoes
know how I feel
Well, if it's good enough to get broke
off a proper chunk
I'll take a small piece
of some of that funky stuff
It's like this and like that and like this and a-
It's like that and like this and like that and a-
It's like this and like that and like this and a-
Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom
Well, I'm peepin' and I'm creepin'
and I'm creepin'
But I damn near got caught
'cause my beeper kept beepin'
Now it's time for me
to make my impression felt
So sit back, relax
and strap on your seat belt
You never been on a ride like this before
With a producer who can rap
and control the micstro
At the same time
with the dope rhyme that I kick
You know and I know,
I flow some old funky shit
To add to my collection the selection
Symbolizes dope, take a toke, but don't choke
If you do, you'll have no clue
Of what me and my homie
Snoop Dogg came to do
Fallin' back on that ass
with a hellafied gangster lean
Gettin' funky on the mic
like a old batch of collard greens
It's the capital S,
oh, yes, I'm fresh, N-double-O-P
D-O-double-G-Y, D-O-double-G, you see
Showin' much flex
when it's time to wreck a mic
Pimpin' hoes and clockin' a grip
like my name was Dolemite
Yeah, and it don't quit
I think they in the mood
for some motherfuckin' G shit
So, Dre (What up, Dogg?)
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, your attention
Mobbin' like a motherfucker but I ain't lynchin'
Droppin' the funky shit
that's makin' the sucker niggas mumble
When I'm on the mic,
it's like a cookie, they all crumble
Try to get close and your ass'll get smacked
My motherfuckin' homie Doggy Dogg
has got my back
Never 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 down
And if you bitches talk shit,
I have to put the smack down
Yeah, and you don't stop
I told you I'm just like a clock
when I tick and I tock
But I'm never off,
always on to the break of dawn
C-O-M-P-T-O-N and the city
they call Long Beach
Puttin' the shit together
Like my nigga D.O.C.,
no one can do it better
Like this, that and this and a-
It's like that and like this and like that and a-
It's like this
and who gives a fuck about those?
So just chill 'til the next episode