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