LYRICSOne, two, three and to the foSnoop doggy dogg and dr. dre are at the doReady 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 bubbleCompton and long beach together, now you know you in troubleAint nothin but a g thang, baaaaabay!Two loced out gs so were craaaaazay!Death row is the label that paaaaays me!Unfadable, so please dont try to fade this [hell yeah]But, uh, back to the lecture at handPerfection is perfected, so Im a let em understandFrom a young gs perspectiveAnd before me dig out a bitch I have ta find a contraceptiveYou never know she could be earnin her man,And learnin her man, and at the same time burnin her manNow you know I aint wit that shit, lieutenantAint no pussy good enough to get burnt while Im up in itNow thats realer than real-deal holyfieldAnd now all you hookas and hos know how I feelWell if its good enough to get broke off a proper chunkIll take a small piece of some of that funky stuffIts like this and like that and like this and uhIts like that and like this and like that and uhIts like this and like that and like this and uhDre, creep to the mic like a phantomDr dre:Well Im peepin, and Im creepin, and Im creep-inBut I damn near got caught, cause my beeper kept beepinNow its time for me to make my impression feltSo sit back, relax, and strap on your seatbeltYou never been on a ride like this befoWith a producer who can rap and control the maestroAt the same time with the dope rhyme that I kickYou know, and I know, I flow some ol funky shitTo add to my collection, the selectionSymbolizes dope, take a toke, but dont chokeIf ya do, ya have no clueO what me and my homey snoop dogg came to doIts like this and like that and like this and uhIts like that and like this and like that and uhIts like this, and we aint got no love for thoseSo jus chill, til the next episodeSnoop:Fallin back on that ass with a hellified gangsta leanGettin funky on the mic like a old batch o collard greensIts the capital s, oh yes, the fresh n double o pD o double g y d o double g ya seeShowin much flex when its time to wreck a micPimpin hos and clockin a grip like my name was dolomiteYeah, and it dont quitI think they in a mood for some mothafuckin g shitSo dre. [what up dogg? ]We gotta give em what dey want [whats that, g? ]We gotta break em off somethin [hell yeah]And its gotta be bumpin [city of compton!]Its where it takes place so Im a ask your attentionMobbin like a mothafucka but I aint lynchinDroppin the funky shit thats makin the sucka niggaz mumbleWhen Im on the mic, its like a cookie, they all crumbleTry to get close, and your assll get smackedMy mothafuckin homie doggy dogg has my backNever let me slip, cause if I slip, then Im slippinBut if I got my nina, then you know Im straight trippinAnd Im a continue to put the rap down, put the mack downAnd if your bitches talk shit, I have ta put the smack downYeah, and ya dont stopI told you Im just like a clock when I tick and I tockBut Im never off, always on, til the break dawnC o m p t o n, and the city they call long beachPuttin the strength togetherLike my homey d.o.c., no one can do it betterLike this, that and this and uhIts like that and like this and like that and uhIts like this, and we aint got no love for thoseSo jus chill, til the next episode

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