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[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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One, two, three and to the four
Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr.
Bm
Dre is at the door
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Ready to make an entrance so back on up
Bm
'Cause you know we're 'bout to rip shit up
Give me the microphone first,
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so I can bust like a bubble
Compton and Long Beach together,
Bm
now you know you in trouble
F#7sus4
Ain't nothin' but a "G" thang, baby
Bm
Two loced out niggas goin' crazy
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Death Row is the label that pays me
Bm
Unfadeable so please don't try to fade this
F#7sus4
But, um, back to the lecture at hand
Perfection is perfected,
Bm
so I'ma let 'em understand
F#7sus4
From a young G's perspective
And before me dig out a bitch,
Bm
I have to find a contraceptive
You never know,
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she could be earnin' her man and learnin' her man
Bm
And at the same time burnin' her man
Now,
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you know I ain't with that shit, Lieutenant
Bm
Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it
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And that's realer than Real Deal Holyfield
Bm
And now you hookers and hoes know how I feel
Well,
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if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk
Bm
I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff
[Chorus]
Bm F#7sus4
It's like this and like that and like this and a
Bm
It's like that and like this and like that and a
F#7sus4
It's like this and like that and like this and a
Bm
Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom
[Verse 2]
Well,
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I'm peepin' and I'm creepin' and I'm creepin'
Bm
But I damn near got caught 'cause my beeper kept beepin'
F#7sus4
Now it's time for me to make my impression felt
So sit back, relax,
Bm
and strap on your seat belt
F#7sus4
You never been on a ride like this before
Bm
With a producer who can rap and control the micstro
F#7sus4
At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick
You know and I know,
Bm
I flow some old funky shit
F#7sus4
To add to my collection,
Bm
the selection Symbolizes dope,
take a toke, but don't choke
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If you do, you'll have no clue
Bm
Of what me and my homie Snoop Dogg came to do
[Chorus]
Bm F#7sus4
It's like this and like that and like this and a
Bm
It's like that and like this and like that and a
It's like this,
F#7sus4
and who gives a fuck about those?
Bm
So just chill 'til the next episode
[Interlude]
F#7sus4
You've got the feeling
Bm
Rock the other side
F#7sus4
You've got the feeling
[Verse 3]
Bm Bm F#7sus4
Fallin' back on that ass with a hellafied gangster lean
Bm
Gettin' funky on the mic like a old batch of collard greens
F#7sus4
It's the capital S, oh, yes, I'm fresh,
N double O P
Bm
D O double G Y, D O double G, you see
F#7sus4
Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic
Bm
Pimpin' hoes and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolemite
F#7sus4
Yeah, and it don't quit
Bm
I think they in the mood for some motherfuckin' G shit
So, Dre What up, Dogg?
F#7sus4
Gotta give 'em what they want What's that,
G?
Bm
We gotta break 'em off somethin' Hell yeah
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And it's gotta be bumpin'
Bm
City of Compton
[Verse 4]
Bm
Is where it takes place, so when asked,
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your attention
Bm
Mobbin' like a motherfucker but I ain't lynchin'
Droppin' the funky shit that's makin' the sucker niggas
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mumble
When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie,
Bm
they all crumble
F#7sus4
Try to get close and your ass'll get smacked
Bm
My motherfuckin' homie Doggy Dogg has got my back
Never let me slip, 'cause if I slip,
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then I'm slippin'
But if I got my nina,
Bm
then you know I'm straight trippin'
And I'ma continue to put the rap down,
F#7sus4
put the mack down
And if you bitches talk shit,
Bm
I have to put the smack down
F#7sus4
Yeah, and you don't stop
Bm
I told you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I tock
But I'm never off,
F#7sus4
always on to the break of dawn
Bm
C O M P T O N and the city they call Long Beach
F#7sus4
Puttin' the shit together
Like my nigga D O C,
Bm
no one can do it better
[Chorus]
Bm F#7sus4
Like this, that and this and a
Bm
It's like that and like this and like that and a
It's like this,
F#7sus4
and who gives a fuck about those?
Bm
So just chill 'til the next episode
[Outro]
F#7sus4
You've got the feeling
Bm
Rock the other side
F#7sus4
You've got the feeling
Bm F#7sus4
You've got the feeling
Bm
Rock the other side
F#7sus4
You've got the feeling
Bm F#7sus4
You've got the feeling
Bm
Rock the other side
F#7sus4 Bm
You've got the feeling
[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
| Bm F#7sus4 | - Bm | - F#7sus4 | - Bm |
| - F#7sus4 | - Bm | - F#7sus4 | - Bm |
| - F#7sus4 | - Bm | - F#7sus4 | - Bm |
| - F#7sus4 | - Bm | - F#7sus4 | - Bm |
| - F#7sus4 | - Bm | - F#7sus4 | - Bm |
| - F#7sus4 | - Bm |
One, two, three and to the four
Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr.
Dre is at the door
Ready to make an entrance so back on up
'Cause you know we're 'bout to rip shit 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 nothin' but a "G" thang, baby
Two loced out niggas goin' crazy
Death Row is the label that pays me
Unfadeable so please don't try to fade this
But, um, 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 out a bitch,
I have to find a contraceptive
You never know,
she could be earnin' her man and learnin' her man
And at the same time burnin' her man
Now,
you know I ain't with that shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it
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'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff
[Chorus]
| Bm F#7sus4 | - Bm |
| - F#7sus4 | - Bm |
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
[Verse 2]
| Bm F#7sus4 | - Bm |
| - F#7sus4 | - Bm | - F#7sus4 | - Bm |
| - F#7sus4 | - Bm | - F#7sus4 | - Bm |
| - F#7sus4 | - Bm |
Well,
I'm peepin' and I'm creepin' and I'm creepin'
But I damn near got caught 'cause my beeper kept beepin'
Now it's time for me to make my impression felt
So sit back, relax,
and strap on your seat belt
You never been on a ride like this before
With a producer who can rap and control the micstro
At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick
You know and I know,
I flow some old funky shit
To add to my collection,
the selection Symbolizes dope,
take a toke, but don't choke
If you do, you'll have no clue
Of what me and my homie Snoop Dogg came to do
[Chorus]
| Bm F#7sus4 | - Bm |
| - F#7sus4 | - Bm | -
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 fuck about those?
So just chill 'til the next episode
[Interlude]
F#7sus4 | - Bm |
| - F#7sus4 | -
You've got the feeling
Rock the other side
You've got the feeling
[Verse 3]
Bm | Bm F#7sus4 | - Bm |
| - F#7sus4 | - Bm | - F#7sus4 | - Bm |
| - F#7sus4 | - Bm | - F#7sus4 | - Bm |
| - F#7sus4 | - Bm |
Fallin' back on that ass with a hellafied gangster lean
Gettin' funky on the mic like a old batch of collard greens
It's the capital S, oh, yes, I'm fresh,
N double 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 Dolemite
Yeah, and it don't quit
I think they in the mood for some motherfuckin' G shit
So, Dre What up, Dogg?
Gotta give 'em what they want What's that,
G?
We gotta break 'em off somethin' Hell yeah
And it's gotta be bumpin'
City of Compton
[Verse 4]
| Bm F#7sus4 | - Bm |
| - F#7sus4 | - Bm | - F#7sus4 | - Bm |
| - F#7sus4 | - Bm | - F#7sus4 | - Bm |
| - F#7sus4 | - Bm | - F#7sus4 | - Bm |
| - F#7sus4 | - Bm |
Is where it takes place, so when asked,
your attention
Mobbin' like a motherfucker but I ain't lynchin'
Droppin' the funky shit that's makin' the sucker niggas
mumble
When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie,
they all crumble
Try to get close and your ass'll get smacked
My motherfuckin' homie Doggy Dogg 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 mack down
And if you bitches talk shit,
I have to put the smack down
Yeah, and you 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 to the break of dawn
C O M P T O N and the city they call Long Beach
Puttin' the shit together
Like my nigga D O C,
no one can do it better
[Chorus]
| Bm F#7sus4 | - Bm |
| - F#7sus4 | - Bm | -
Like this, that and this and a
It's like that and like this and like that and a
It's like this,
and who gives a fuck about those?
So just chill 'til the next episode
[Outro]
F#7sus4 | - Bm |
| - F#7sus4 | - Bm | - F#7sus4 | - Bm |
| - F#7sus4 | - Bm | - F#7sus4 | - Bm |
| - F#7sus4 | - Bm |
You've got the feeling
Rock the other side
You've got the feeling
You've got the feeling
Rock the other side
You've got the feeling
You've got the feeling
Rock the other side
You've got the feeling
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