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 **** 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 nothin' but a 'G' thang, baby, two loc'ed out *****z so we're crazy
Death Row is the label that pays me
Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade this
(Hell yeah)

But uh, 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 ***** 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 ****, Lieutenant
Ain't no ***** good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it
(Yeah)

And that's realer than Real-Deal Holyfield
And now you ******s 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 creep-in
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 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 flow some ol' funky ****

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 homie 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 ***k about those?
So just chill 'til the next episode

Fallin' back on that *** 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 mother***kin' G ****

(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'***ker but I ain't lynchin'
Droppin' the funky **** that's makin' the sucka *****z mumble
When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie they all crumble

Try to get close and your ***'ll get smacked
My mother***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 *****es talk ****, 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 **** together
Like my ***** 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 ***k about those?
So just chill 'til the next episode