[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
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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 about 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 nuthin' but a "G" thang, baaaaabay!
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Two loc'ed out niggas so we're craaaaazay!
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Death Row is the label that paaaaays me!
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Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade this (Hell yeah)
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But uh, 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 ta' 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 shit, Lieutenant
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Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it
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(Yeah) And that's realer than Real-Deal Holyfield
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And now you hooka's and ho's 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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[Dr. Dre and Snoop]
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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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[S] Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom
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[Dr. 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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[Dr. Dre and Snoop]
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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...
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[D] And who gives a fuck about hoes?
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[S] So just chill, til the next episode...
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{*funky sample break*}
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[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
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Fallin' back on that ass, with a hellified gangsta lean
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Gettin' funky on the mic like a ol' batcha' 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
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I think they in the mood for some muthafuckin' G shit
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(Hell yeah) 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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[Dr. Dre]
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It's where it takes place - so when asked, yo' attention
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Mobbin' like a muh'fucka, but I ain't lynchin'
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Droppin' the funky shit that's makin' the sucka 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 muthafuckin' 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 yo 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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[Dr. Dre and Snoop]
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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
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[D] And who gives a fuck about hoes?
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[S] So just chill, 'til the next episode...
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{*funky sample break*} -> repeat 3X
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Nuthin But A "G" Thang
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Dr.Dre |