(Snoop:)
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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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(Dre: cause you know we're bout 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 nuttin but a G thang, baby
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Two loc'ed out niggaz goin' 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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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
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And before me dig out a bitch I have to find a
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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 shit, Lieutenant
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Ain't no p*ssy 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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(Dre:)
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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 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 fuck about those?
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(Snoop:) 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 so 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
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I think they in the mood for some motherfuckin G shit
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So Dre (Whattup Dogg?)
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Gotta give em what they 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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(Dre:)
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It's where it takes place so when asked, yo' attention
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Mobbin like a muh'fucker, 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 motherfuckin 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 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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Puttin the shit together
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Like my nigga 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 fuck about those?
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(Snoop:) So just chill, til the next episode
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Nothin` But A `G` Thang
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| Dr. Dre |
