Intro
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[1st Verse]
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One, two, three, and to the four
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Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the door
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Ready to make an entrance so back on up
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('Cause you know we're about to rip shit up)
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Give me 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 nothing but a A thang, baby
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Two loc'ed out niggas 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 (Hell yeah)
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But um, back to the lecture at hand
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Perfection is perfected, so I'mma 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 to find a contraceptive
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You never know, she could be earning her man
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And learning her man and at the same time burning her man
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Now you know I ain't with that shit, Lieutenant
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Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it (Yeah)
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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 take a small piece of some of that funky stuff
[Chorus]
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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
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
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(Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom)
[2nd Verse]
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Well I'm peeping and I'm creeping and I'm creep-in
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But I damn near got caught, 'cause my beeper kept beeping
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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 seat belt
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You never been on a ride like this before
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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 old 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 you do, you'll have no clue
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Of what me and my homie Snoop Dogg came to do
[Chorus]
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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 fuck about those?
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(So just chill till the next episode)
[3rd Verse]
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Falling back on that ass, with a hellafied gangsta lean
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Getting 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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Showing much flex when it's time to wreck a mic
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Pimping hoes and clocking 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 the mood for some motherfuckin' A shit (Hell yeah)
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So Dre (What up Dogg?)
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Gotta give them what they want (What's that, G)
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We gotta break 'em off something (Hell yeah)
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And it's gotta be bumping, City of Compton
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Is where it takes place so, when asked, your attention
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Mobbing like a motherfucker but I ain't lynching
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Dropping the funky shit that's making the sucker niggas 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 motherfuckin' homie Doggy Dogg has got my back
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Never let me slip, 'cause if I slip then I'm slipping
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But if I got my Nina then you know I'm straight tripping
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And I'mma continue to put the rap down, put the mack down
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And if you bitches talk shit, I'll have to put the smack down
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Yeah and you 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 to the break of dawn
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C-O-M-P-T-O-N and the city they call Long Beach
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Putting the shit together
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Like my nigga D.O.C., no one can do it better
[Chorus Outro]
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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 fuck about those?
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(So just chill till the next episode)
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| p Pull-off
| h Hammer-on