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
(`Cause you know we `bout to rip s**t 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 ni**as, so we`re crazy
Death Row is the label that pays me
Un-fadable, 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 s**t, 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
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 s**t

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 that and uh
It`s like that and like this and like that and uh
It`s like this, and who gives a f**k about those?
So, jus` chill `til the next episode

We ain`t got to be there
(`Cos you`re over the project)
We ain`t got to be there
(Yeah, yeah)

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 mothaf**kin` G s**t

So Dre., we gotta give `em what dey want
(What up Dogg? 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`ma ask your attention
Mobbin` like a mothaf**ka but I ain`t lynchin`
Droppin` the funky s**t that`s makin` the sucka ni**az 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 mothaf**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`m a continue to put the rap down, put the mack down
And if your bitches talk s**t, 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 s**t together
Like my ni**er 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 and uh
It`s like this, and who gives a f**k about those?
So, jus` chill, `til the next episode

We ain`t got to be there, we ain`t got to be there
(`Cos you`re over the project, yeah, yeah)
We ain`t got to be there, we ain`t got to be there
(`Cos you`re over the project, yeah, yeah)
We ain`t got to be there, we ain`t got to be there
(`Cos you`re over the project, yeah, yeah)