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One, two, three and to the fo' |
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Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre are at the do' |
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Ready to make an entrance, so back on up |
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(Cause you know we 'bout had to rip shit up) |
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Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble |
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Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble |
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Ain't nothin' but a G thang, baaaaabay! |
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Two loc'ed out G's so we're craaaaazay! |
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Death Row is the label that paaaaays me! |
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Unfadable, so please don't try to fade this (Hell yeah) |
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But, uh, back to the lecture at hand |
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Perfection is perfected, so I'm 'a let 'em understand |
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From a young G's perspective |
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And before me dig out a bitch I have ta' find a contraceptive |
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You never know she could be earnin' her man, |
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And learnin' her man, and at the same time burnin' her man |
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Now you know I ain't wit that shit, Lieutenant |
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Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it |
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(yeah) Now that's realer than real-deal Holyfield |
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And now all you hookas and ho's know how I feel |
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Well if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk |
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I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff |
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Hook: Snoop Doggy Dogg |
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It's like this and like that and like this and uh |
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Dr. Dre |
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It's like that and like this and like that and uh |
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It's like this and like that and like this and uh |
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Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom |
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Well I'm peepin', and I'm creepin', and I'm creep-in' |
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But I damn near got caught, 'cause my beeper kept beepin' |
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Now it's time for me to make my impression felt |
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So sit back, relax, and strap on your seatbelt |
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You never been on a ride like this befo' |
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With a producer who can rap and control the maestro |
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At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick |
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You know, and I know, I flow some ol funky shit |
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To add to my collection, the selection |
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Symbolizes dope, take a toke, but don't choke |
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If ya' do, ya' have no clue |
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O' what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do |
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Hook: Snoop Doggy Dogg & Dr. Dre |
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It's like this and like that and like this and uh |
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It's like that and like this and like that and uh |
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It's like this, and we ain't got no love for those |
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So jus' chill, 'til the next episode |
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Fallin' back on that ass with a hellified gangsta' lean |
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Gettin' funky on the mic like a' old batch o' collard greens |
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It's the capital S, oh yes, the fresh N-double O-P |
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D-O-double G-Y D-O-double G ya' see |
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pimpin' ho's and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolomite |
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Yeah, and it don't quit |
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I think they in a mood for some mothafuckin' G shit |
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So Dre. (What up Dogg?) |
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We gotta give 'em what dey want (What's that, G?) |
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We gotta break 'em off somethin' (Hell yeah) |
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And it's gotta be bumpin' (City of Compton!) |
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It's where it takes place so I'm a ask your attention |
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Mobbin like a mothafucka but I ain't lynchin |
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Droppin' the funky shit that's makin the sucka niggaz mumble |
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When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, they all crumble |
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Try to get close, and your ass'll get smacked |
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My mothafuckin homie Doggy Dogg has my back |
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Never let me slip, 'cause if I slip, then I'm slippin' |
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But if I got my Nina, then you know I'm straight trippin' |
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And I'm a continue to put the rap down, put the mack down |
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And if your bitches talk shit, I have ta' put the smack down |
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Yeah, and ya' don't stop |
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I told you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I tock |
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But I'm never off, always on, 'til the break dawn |
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C-O-M-P-T-O-N, and the city they call Long Beach |
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Puttin' the shit together |
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Like my nigga D.O.C., no one can do it better |
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Hook: Dr. Dre & Snoop Doggy Dogg |
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Like this, that and this and uh |
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It's like that and like this and like that and uh |
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It's like this, and we ain't got no love for those |
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So jus' chill, 'til the next episode |
