Lyrics by HAMANNGTR
One, two, three and to the fo' 
Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre are at the do' 
Ready to make an entrance, so back on up 
Cuase you know we 'bout had 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 
Ain't nothin' but a G thang, baaaaabay! 
Two loc'ed out G's 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 let '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, 
And learnin' her man, and at the same time burnin' her man 
Now you know I ain't wit that shit, Lieutenant 
Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it 
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 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 [x3]
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 shit 
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 
It's like this and like that and like this and uh [2x]
It's like this, and we ain't got no love for those 
So jus' chill, 'til the next episode 
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 
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 mothafucka but I ain't lynchin 
Droppin' the funky shit that's makin the sucka niggaz 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 mothafuckin homie Doggy Dogg has 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 mack 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 dawn 
C O M P T O N, and the city they call Long Beach 
Puttin' the strength together 
Like my homey 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 we ain't got no love for those 
So jus' chill, 'til the next episode
Lyrics by HAMANNGTR
