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One, two, three and to the fo' |
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Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the do' |
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Ready to make an entrance, so back on up |
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'Cause you know we're 'bout to rip, ************t 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 nuttin' but a G thang, baby, two loc'ed out *******z so we're crazy |
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'Death Row', is the label that pays me |
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Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade this |
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(Hell, yeah) |
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But uhh, back to the lecture at hand |
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Perfection is perfected, so I'ma let 'em understand |
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From a young G's perspective and before me dig out |
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A ************ I have to 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 with that ************t, Lieutenant |
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Ain't no ************ good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it |
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And that's realer than real deal Holyfield |
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And now you hookers and hoes 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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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 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 creepin' |
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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 befoe |
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With a producer who can rap and control the maestro |
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At the same time with the **** rhyme that I kick |
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You know, and I know, I flow some old funky ************t |
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To add to my collection, the selection |
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Symbolizes ****, take a toke, but don't choke |
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If you do, you'll have no clue |
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On what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do |
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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 who gives a ******* about those? |
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So just chill, 'til the next episode |
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Fallin' back on that ass with a hellafied gangsta lean |
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Gettin' funky on the mic like a old batch of collard greens |
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It's the capital S, oh yes, I'm fresh, N double O P |
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D O double G Y, D O double G, ya see |
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Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic |
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Pimpin' hoes and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolomite |
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Yeah, and it don't quit, I think they in the mood |
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For some mother******' G ************t |
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(Hell, yeah) |
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So, Dre |
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(Whattup, Dogg?) |
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Gotta give em what they want |
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(What's that, G?) |
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We gotta break em off somethin' |
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(Hell, yeah) |
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And it's gotta be bumpin' |
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(City of Compton) |
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It's where it takes place so when asked, yo' attention |
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Mobbin' like a muh'******* but I ain't lynchin' |
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Droppin' the funky ************t that's makin' the sucka *******z 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 mother******' homie Doggy Dogg has got 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'ma continue to put the rap down, put the mack down |
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And if you ******* talk ************t, I'll have to put the smack down |
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Yeah, and you don't stop, I told you I'm just like a clock |
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When I tick and I tock, but I'm never off |
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Always on to the break of dawn, C O M P T O N |
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And the city they call Long Beach, puttin' the ************t together |
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Like my ******* D O C, no one can do it better |
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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 who gives a ******* about those? |
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So just chill, 'til the next episode |
