| Lyrics: | 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 shit up]
Gimme the
microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble
Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you
in trouble
'Cause ain't nothin' but a G thang, baaaaabay!
Two loced out niggass so
we're craaaaazay!
Death Row is the label that paaaaays me!
Unfadable, so please don't try
to fade this [Hell yeah]
But, uh, back to the lecture at hand
Perfection is
perfected, so I'm a land 'em, understand?
From a young G's perspective
And before me dig
out a bitch I have ta' find a contraceptive
You never know she could be earnin' her
man,
Learnin' her man, and at the same time burnin' her man
Now you know I ain't with that
shit, lieutenant
'Cause ain't no pussy good enough to get burned while I'm up in it
[Yeah]
Now that's realer than real-deal Holyfield
And now all you hookas and ho's
know how I feel
Well if it's good enough to give 'em all a proper chunk
I'll take a small
piece of some of that funky stuff
[Chorus 1]
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 creep-in'
But I damn near got capped, '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 befo'
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 funks up on funky shit[yeah]
To add to my collection, the selection
Symbolizes
dope, take a toke but don't choke
If ya' do, ya' have no clue
O' what me and my homey
Snoop Dogg came to do
[Chorus 2]
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 fuck
about those?
So jus' chill, 'til the next episode
[Tha' mix]
Fallin'
back on that ass with a hellified gangsta' lean
Gettin' funky on the mic like a' old batch o'
collard greens
It's the capital S, oh yes, the 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' ho's and
clockin' a grip like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it don't quit
I think they in a mood
for some mothafuckin G shit [Hell yeah]
So Dre. [What up Dogg?]
We gotta give 'em
what dey 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 I'm a ask your
attention
Mobbin' like a muvfucka but I ain't lynchin
Droppin' the funky shit that's
makin' the suckas niggas mumble
When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, they all
crumble
Try to get close, and ya ass'll get smacked
My mothafuckin homey Snoop 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'm a continue to put the rap down, put
the mac down
And if your bitches talk shit, I have ta' put the smack down
Yeah, and ya'
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 'til 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
[Chorus 3]
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 fuck about those?
So jus' chill, 'til
the next episode
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Patrick Lewis |
