('Cos you're over the project, yeah, yeah)
At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick
Well, if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk
We ain't got to be there
It's the capital S, oh yes, the fresh N double O P
It's where it takes place, so, I'ma ask your attention
My mothafuckin' homie Doggy Dogg has got my back
Well, I'm peepin' and I'm creepin' and I'm creep-in'
Symbolizes dope, take a toke but don't choke
Gettin' funky on the mic like a' old batch o' collard greens
Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble
But if I got my Nina, then you know I'm straight trippin'
C O M P T O N and the city they call Long Beach
Perfection is perfected, so, I'm 'a let 'em understand
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
From a young G's perspective
We ain't got to be there, we ain't got to be there
And learnin' her man and at the same time burnin' her man
('Cause you know we 'bout to rip shit up)
Yeah, and ya' don't stop
Un-fadable, so please don't try to fade this
And now all you hookas and ho's know how I feel
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
We ain't got to be there
Now, it's time for me to make my impression felt
When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, they all crumble
Ain't nothin' but a G thang, baby
Droppin' the funky shit that's makin' the sucka niggaz mumble
Yeah, and it don't quit
If ya' do, ya' have no clue
(Yeah, yeah)
And if your bitches talk shit, I have ta' put the smack down
And I'm a continue to put the rap down, put the mack down
('Cos you're over the project, yeah, yeah)
And before me dig out a bitch, I have ta' find a contraceptive
So, sit back, relax and strap on your seatbelt
And it's gotta be bumpin'
But I damn near got caught 'cause my beeper kept beepin'
It's like this, and who gives a fuck about those?
D O double G Y D O double G, ya' see
O' what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do
It's like this, and who gives a fuck about those?
It's like this and like that and like that and uh
I told you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I tock
So, jus' chill 'til the next episode
So, jus' chill, 'til the next episode
Now, that's realer than real deal Holyfield
Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic
Ready to make an entrance, so back on up
But I'm never off, always on, 'til the break dawn
Now you know I ain't wit that shit, Lieutenant
We ain't got to be there, we ain't got to be there
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
(Hell, yeah)
Pimpin' ho's and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolomite
We ain't got to be there, we ain't got to be there
Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom
I think they in a mood for some mothafuckin' G shit
It's like that and like this and like and uh
So Dre., we gotta give 'em what dey want
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
Two loc'ed out niggas, so we're crazy
Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it
You know and I know, I flow some ol' funky shit
Fallin' back on that ass with a hellified gangsta' lean
Like my nigger D.O.C., no one can do it better
You never been on a ride like this befo'
You never know she could be earnin' her man
Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble
Like this, that and this and uh
Try to get close and your ass'll get smacked
Puttin' the shit together
(City of Compton)
I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff
Death Row is the label that pays me
We gotta break 'em off somethin'
Never let me slip 'cause if I slip, then I'm slippin'
Mobbin' like a mothafucka but I ain't lynchin'
To add to my collection, the selection
(Hell, yeah)
But, uh, back to the lecture at hand
(What up Dogg? What's that, G?)
('Cos you're over the project)
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