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 shit up)Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubbleCompton and Long Beach together, now you know you in troubleAin`t nothin` but a G thang, babyTwo loc`ed out niggas, so we`re crazyDeath Row is the label that pays meUn-fadable, so please don`t try to fade this(Hell, yeah)But, uh, back to the lecture at handPerfection is perfected, so, I`m `a let `em understandFrom a young G`s perspectiveAnd before me dig out a bitch, I have ta` find a contraceptiveYou never know she could be earnin` her manAnd learnin` her man and at the same time burnin` her manNow you know I ain`t wit that shit, LieutenantAin`t no pussy good enough to get burnt while I`m up in itNow, that`s realer than real deal HolyfieldAnd now all you hookas and ho`s know how I feelWell, if it`s good enough to get broke off a proper chunkI`ll take a small piece of some of that funky stuffIt`s like this and like that and like this and uhIt`s like that and like this and like that and uhIt`s like this and like that and like this and uhDre, creep to the mic like a phantomWell, 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 feltSo, sit back, relax and strap on your seatbeltYou never been on a ride like this befo`With 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 don`t chokeIf ya` do, ya` have no clueO` what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to doIt`s like this and like that and like that and uhIt`s like that and like this and like that and uhIt`s like this, and who gives a fuck about those?So, jus` chill `til the next episodeWe 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` leanGettin` funky on the mic like a` old batch o` collard greensIt`s the capital S, oh yes, the fresh N double O PD O double G Y D O double G, ya` seeShowin` much flex when it`s time to wreck a micPimpin` ho`s and clockin` a grip like my name was DolomiteYeah, and it don`t quitI think they in a mood for some mothafuckin` G shitSo 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 attentionMobbin` like a mothafucka but I ain`t lynchin`Droppin` the funky shit that`s makin` the sucka niggaz mumbleWhen I`m on the mic, it`s like a cookie, they all crumbleTry to get close and your ass`ll get smackedMy mothafuckin` homie Doggy Dogg has got my backNever 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 downAnd if your bitches talk shit, I have ta` put the smack downYeah, and ya` don`t stopI told you I`m just like a clock when I tick and I tockBut I`m never off, always on, `til the break dawnC O M P T O N and the city they call Long BeachPuttin` the shit togetherLike my nigger D.O.C., no one can do it betterLike this, that and this and uhIt`s like that and like this and like and uhIt`s like this, and who gives a fuck about those?So, jus` chill, `til the next episodeWe 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)