1, 2, 3 and to the 4 Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the door Ready to make an entrance so back on up Cuz you know we're about to rip *** up Give me the microphone first so I can bust like a bubble Compton and Long Beach together now you know you in trouble Ain't nothing but a G-Thang baby Too low, down, bigger so we're crazy Death Row is the label that pays me Unbeatable so please don't try to fake this 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 her the bitch I have to find the contraceptive You never know she could be earning her man And learning her man And at the same time burning her man Now you know I ain't with that *** Lieutenant Ain't no pussy good enough to get burned While I'm a bandit yeah And that's realer than real deal Holyfield And now you hookers and hoes know how I feel Well if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk I take a small piece of some of that funky stuff It's like this and like that and like this and a It's like that and like this and like that and a It's like this and like that and like this and a Dre creep to the mic like a phantom Well I'm peepin' and I'm creepin' and I'm creepin' But I damn near got caught Cuz my peeper kept peepin' 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 before 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 more funky *** To add to my collection This election symbolizes dope Take a toke but don't choke If you do you have no clue Of what me and my homie Snoop Dogg came to do It's like this and like that and like this and a It's like that and like this and like that and a It's like this and who gives a *** about those So just chill to the next episode Fallin' back on that ass What a hell of a gangsta lean Gettin' funky on the mic like an old batch of collard greens It's the capital S-O-S-N-F-R-E-S-S-I-N-D-O-O-P-D-O-Double-G-Y-D-O-Double-G you 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***in' G *** So Drake, what up dawg? Gotta get what they want What's that G? We gotta break em off somethin' Hell yeah And it's gotta be bumpin' City of Compton Swear it takes place so I'll not show attention Mobbin' like a mother***er but I ain't lynchin' Droppin' the funky *** that's makin' the sucker niggas mumble When I move the mic it's like a cookie they all crumble Try to get close and your ass'll get smacked My mother***in' homie Donkey Dog 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 Mac down And if your bitches talk *** I have to put the smack down Yeah, and it 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 till the break of dawn C-O-M-P-T-O-N and the city they call Long Beach Puttin' the *** together like my nigga 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, then who gives a *** about those? So just chill, till the next episode C-O-M-P-T-O-N and the city they call Long Beach Puttin' the *** together like my nigga 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, then who gives a *** about those? So just chill, till the next episode C-O-M-P-T-O-N and the city they call Long Beach Puttin' the *** together like my nigga D-O-C Who will do it better like this?