One, two, three and to the fo`
Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the do`
Ready to make an entrance, so back on up
`Cause you know we`re `bout to rip, s**t up

Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble
Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble
Ain`t nuttin` but a G thang, baby, two loc`ed out ni**az so we`re crazy
`Death Row`, is the label that pays me
Unfadeable, so please don`t try to fade this
(Hell, yeah)

But uhh, 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 s**t, 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 uh
It`s like that, and like this, and like that, and uh
It`s like this, and like that, and like this, and uh
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 seatbelt

You never been on a ride like this befoe
With a producer who can rap and control the maestro
At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick
You know, and I know, I flow some old funky s**t

To add to my collection, the selection
Symbolizes dope, take a toke, but don`t choke
If you do, you`ll have no clue
On what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do

It`s like this, and like that, and like this, and uh
It`s like that, and like this, and like that, and uh
It`s like this, and who gives a f**k about those?
So just chill, `til the next episode

Fallin` back on that ass with a hellafied gangsta 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, ya see

Showin` much flex when it`s time to wreck a mic
Pimpin` hoes and clockin` a grip like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it don`t quit, I think they in the mood
For some motherf**kin` G s**t
(Hell, yeah)

So, Dre
(Whattup, 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)

It`s where it takes place so when asked, yo` attention
Mobbin` like a muh`f**ker but I ain`t lynchin`
Droppin` the funky s**t that`s makin` the sucka ni**az 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 motherf**kin` 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 s**t, I`ll 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 s**t together
Like my ni**a D O C, no one can do it better

Like this, that, and this, and uh
It`s like that, and like this, and like that, and uh
It`s like this, and who gives a f**k about those?
So just chill, `til the next episode