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Snoop Doggy Dogg: |
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One, two, three and to the fo' |
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Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the do' |
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Ready to make an entrance, so back on up |
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('Cause you know about to rip *******t up) |
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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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Ain't nuthin' but a "G" thang, baaaaabay! |
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Two loc'ed out ******s so we're craaaaazay! |
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Death Row is the label that paaaaays me! |
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Unfadeable, 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'ma let 'em understand |
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from a young G's perspective |
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And before me dig out a ******* I have ta' find a contraceptive |
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You never know she could be earnin' her man |
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and learnin' her man - and at the same time burnin' her man |
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Now you know I ain't with that *******t, Lieutenant |
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Ain't no ******* good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it |
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(Yeah) And that's realer than Real-Deal Holyfield |
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And now you hooka's and ho's know how I feel |
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Well if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk |
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I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff |
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Dr. Dre and Snoop: |
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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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S: Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom |
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Dr. Dre: |
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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 caught, '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 maestro |
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At the same time with the **** rhyme that I kick |
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You know, and I know, I flow some ol' funky *******t |
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to add to my collection, the selection |
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symbolizes ****, take a toke, but don't choke |
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If you do, you'll have no clue |
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on what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do |
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Dr. Dre and Snoop: |
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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... |
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D: And who gives a ****** about hoes? |
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S: So just chill, til the next episode... |
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Snoop Doggy Dogg: |
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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 ol' batcha' collard greens |
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It's the capital S, oh yes I'm 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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Pimpin' hoes 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 the mood for some mutha******' G *******t |
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(Hell yeah) So Dre... (Whattup Dogg?) |
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Gotta give 'em what they 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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Dr. Dre: |
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It's where it takes place - so when asked, yo' attention |
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Mobbin' like a muh'******a, but I ain't lynchin' |
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Droppin' the funky *******t that's makin' the sucka ******s 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 your ass'll get smacked |
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My mutha******' homie 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'ma continue to put the rap down, put the mack down |
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And if yo ******* talk *******t, I'll have to put the smack down |
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Yeah, and you 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, to the break of 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 *******t together |
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Like my ****** D.O.C., "No One Can Do It Better" |
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Dr. Dre and Snoop: |
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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 |
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D: And who gives a ****** about hoes? |
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S: So just chill, 'til the next episode... |
