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One, two, three and to the fo'
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Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre are at the do'
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Ready to make an entrance, so back on up
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[Before I have to pull the scrap out the cut]
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Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble
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Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble
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'Cause ain't nothin' but a G thang, baaaaabay!
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Two loced out G's so we're craaaaazay!
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Death Row is the label that paaaaays me!
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Unfadable, so please don't try to fade this [Hell yeah]
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But, uh, back to the lecture at hand
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Perfection is perfected, so I'm a land 'em, understand?
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>From a young G's perspective
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And before me dig out a trick I have ta' find a contraceptive
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You never know she could be earnin' her man,
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Learnin' her man, and at the same time burnin' her man
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Now when she's burnin' I'm a chill for a minute
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'Cause ain't no lovin' good enough to get burned while I'm up in it [Yeah]
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Now that's realer than real-deal Holyfield
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And now all you hookas and ho's know how I feel
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Well if it's good enough to give 'em all a proper chunk
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I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff
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[Chorus 1]
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It's like this and like that and like this and uh
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It's like that and like this and like that and uh
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It's like this and like that and like this and uh
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Dre., creep to the mic like a phantom
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Well I'm peepin', and I'm creepin', and I'm creep-in'
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But I damn near got capped, 'cause my beeper kept beepin'
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Now it's time for me to make my impression felt
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So sit back, relax, and strap on your seatbelt
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You never been on a ride like this befo'
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With a producer who can rap and control the micro
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At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick
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You know, and I know, I funks up on funky sh-[yeah]
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To add to my collection, the selection
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Symbolizes dope, take a tope but don't choke
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If ya' do, ya' have no clue
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O' what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do
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[Chorus 2]
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It's like this and like that and like this and uh
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It's like that and like this and like that and uh
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It's like this, and we ain't got no love for those
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So jus' chill, 'til the next episode
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[Tha' mix]
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Fallin' back on that ass with a hellified gangsta' lean
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Gettin' funky on the mic like a' old batch o' collard greens
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It's the capital S, oh yes, the fresh N double O P
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D O double G Y D O double G ya' see
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Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic
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Hippin' ho's and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolomite
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Yeah, and it don't quit
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I think they in a mood for another one a' those G hits
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So Dre. [What up Dogg?]
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We gotta give 'em what dey want [What's that, G?]
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We gotta break 'em off somethin' [Hell yeah]
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And it's gotta be bumpin' [City of Compton!]
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It's where it's explained, so I'm a ask your attention
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Mobbin' with the dog pound [Bow wow wow]
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Droppin' the funky tracks is makin' the suckas jus' mumble
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When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, they all crumble
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Try to get close, and you're bound ta' get smacked
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My little homey Snoop Doggy Dogg has got my back
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Never let me slip, 'cause if I slip, then I'm slippin'
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But if I got my Nina, then you know I'm straight trippin'
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And I'm a continue to put the rap down, put the mac down
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And if your woman wanna trip, I have ta' put the smack down
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Yeah, and ya' don't stop
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I told you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I tock
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But I'm never off, always on 'til the break dawn
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C O M P T O N, and the city they call Long Beach
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Puttin' the strength together
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Like my homey D.O.C., no one can do it better
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[Chorus 3]
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Like this, that and this and uh
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It's like that and like this and like that and uh
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It's like this, and we ain't got no love for those
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So jus' chill, 'til the next episode
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Nuthin But A G Thang
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Dr. DRE |