Your right these new artists need to look back and see how to do it right. New rap is garbage and forgotten about 15 minutes after it comes out. This beat is running strong decades after it was released. Think about that!
1, 2, 3 and to the 4 Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the door Ready to make an entrance so back on up (Cause you know we're about 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 nothing but a G thang, baby Two loc'ed out niggas so we're crazy Death Row is the label that pays me Unfadeable so please don't try to fade this (Hell yeah) But um, back to the lecture at hand Perfection is perfected, so I'mma 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 earning her man And learning her man (and at the same time burning 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 (Yeah) 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 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 peeping and I'm creeping and I'm creep-in But I damn near got caught, cause my beeper kept beeping 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 maestro 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 On what me and my homie Snoop Dogg came to do 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 who gives a fuck about those So just chill till the next episode You've got the feeling To rock the other side You've got the feeling (Yeah, yeah) Falling back on that ass, with a hellafied gangsta lean Getting 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, ya see Showing much flex when it's time to wreck a mic Pimping hoes and clocking a grip like my name was Dolomite Yeah, and it don't quit I think they in the mood for some mothafuckin' G shit (Hell yeah) so Dre (What's up Dogg?) Gotta give them what they want (What's that, G?) We gotta break 'em off something (Hell yeah) And it's gotta be bumping, (City of Compton) Is where it takes place so, when asked, your attention Mobbing like a motherfucker but I ain't lynching Dropping the funky shit that's making 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 slipping But if I got my Nina then you know I'm straight tripping And I'mma continue to put the rap down, put the mack down And if you bitches talk shit, I'll 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 Putting the shit together Like my nigga D.O.C., no one can do it better Like this, that and this and uh It's like that and like this and like that and uh It's like this and who gives a fuck about those? So just chill till the next episode You've got the feeling To rock the other side You've got the feeling (Yeah, yeah) You've got the feeling To rock the other side You've got the feeling (Yeah, yeah) You've got the feeling To rock the other side You've got the feeling (Yeah, yeah)
Your welcome 👍 One, two, three and to the fo' Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the do' Ready to make an entrance, so back on up ('Cause you know about to rip shit up) Gimme 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 loc'ed out niggas so we're crazy! Death Row is the label that pays me! Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade this (Hell yeah) But uh, 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 (Yeah) And that's realer than Real-Deal Holyfield And now you hooka's and ho's 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 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 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 seatbelt You never been on a ride like this before With a producer who can rap and control the maestro At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick You know, and I know, I flow some ol' 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 On what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do 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 who gives a fuck about those? So just chill, 'til the next episode Fallin' back on that ass, with a hellified gangsta lean Gettin' funky on the mic like a ol' 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, ya see Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic Pimpin' hoes and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolomite Yeah, and it don't quit I think they in the mood for some motherfuckin' G shit (Hell yeah) So Dre, (What up Dog?) 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!) It's where it takes place, so when asked, yo' 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 your bitches talk shit, I'll 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" Like this, that and this and uh It's like that and like this and like that and uh It's like this And who gives a fuck about those? So just chill, 'til the next episode
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) Gimme 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 loc'ed out niggas, so we're crazy Death Row is the label that pays me Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade this (hell yeah) But, uh, 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 (Yeah) 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 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 creepin' 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 before With a producer who can rap and control the maestro At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick You know and I know, I flow some ol' 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 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 who gives a fuck about those? So just chill 'til the next episode Fallin' back on that ass with a hellified gangsta 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, ya see Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic Pimpin' hoes and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolomite Yeah, and it don't quit I think they in the mood for some motherfuckin' G shit (hell yeah) So, Dre (what up, Dog?) 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) Is where it takes place, so when asked, yo' 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'll 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" Like this, that and this and uh It's like that and like this and like that and uh It's like this And who gives a fuck about those? So just chill 'til the next episode You've got the feelin' Rock the other side You've got the feelin' (yeah, yeah) You've got the feelin' Rock the other side You've got the feelin' (yeah, yeah) You've got the feelin' Rock the other side You've got the feelin' (yeah, yeah)
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) Gimme 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 loc'ed out niggas so we're crazy Death Row is the label that pays me Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade this (hell yeah) But, uh, 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 (Yeah) 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 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 creepin' 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 before With a producer who can rap and control the maestro At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick You know and I know, I flow some ol' 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 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 who gives a fuck about those? So just chill 'til the next episode Fallin' back on that ass with a hellified gangsta 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, ya see Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic Pimpin' hoes and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolomite Yeah, and it don't quit I think they in the mood for some motherfuckin' G shit (hell yeah) So, Dre (what up Dog?) 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) Is where it takes place, so when asked, yo' 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'll 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" Like this, that and this and uh It's like that and like this and like that and uh It's like this And who gives a fuck about those? So just chill, 'til the next episode You've got the feelin' Rock the other side You've got the feelin' (yeah, yeah) You've got the feelin' Rock the other side You've got the feelin' (yeah, yeah) You've got the feelin' Rock the other side You've got the feelin' (yeah, yeah)
When i was cruising down the street minding my business i was listening to this i had to get myself back up in the mix all eyes on me like tupac in 96 thanks to my new kicks
Sick of brother shouting, “Go get a life, dookie!” Stressed in the head, gotta find me a cutie While I do me, the fools at my school screw me Trying to flip a jewel: “This is how you get cool, see? First you pull a sweetie, and pull a sweetie good And once you’re done, take a running jump out the room.” But someone else tells me, “You’re acting like a freak And some of us see you put on this act each week Stroking all the women won’t get you filled.” Give me an ear-clipping for not being “real” But yet I see some wallies treat their women like sluts Bruv, you see that stuff? (Too right I see that stuff!) American, African; yeah, whatever Whatever she is, she has to have her soul together Deborah, Esther, Ruth, or Sarah Obeys the Messiah, lives as my loyal carer On the road to heaven, where Jesus lives Real Christians do real things Hanging with the fellowship’s the song I sing Real Christians do real things Running the race, breaking bread all day Real Christians do real things Carrying the cross for who’s being known and praised Real Christians do real things
One, two, three and to the fo' Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the do' Ready to make an entrance, so back on up ('Cause you know about to rip shit up) Gimme 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 loc'ed out niggas so we're crazy! Death Row is the label that pays me! Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade this (Hell yeah) But uh, 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 (Yeah) And that's realer than Real-Deal Holyfield And now you hooka's and ho's 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 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 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 seatbelt You never been on a ride like this before With a producer who can rap and control the maestro At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick You know, and I know, I flow some ol' 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 On what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do 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 who gives a fuck about those? So just chill, 'til the next episode Fallin' back on that ass, with a hellified gangsta lean Gettin' funky on the mic like a ol' 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, ya see Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic Pimpin' hoes and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolomite Yeah, and it don't quit I think they in the mood for some motherfuckin' G shit (Hell yeah) So Dre, (What up Dog?) 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!) It's where it takes place, so when asked, yo' 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 your bitches talk shit, I'll 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" Like this, that and this and uh It's like that and like this and like that and uh It's like this And who gives a fuck about those? So just chill, 'til the next episode
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) Gimme 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 loc'ed out niggas, so we're crazy Death Row is the label that pays me Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade this (hell yeah) But, uh, 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
Listen here, I'll be 41 in June. I am from NYC (Brooklyn). We never listened to NWA, Too Short, Ice Tea, The DOC, Easy E etc. in NYC. West coast rap did not exist to us. When The Chronic came out?! You would have thought Dre was from NYC. Everybody here was playing this album. Then Doggystyle came a year later and kept the train rolling. Snoop might as well been from NYC too. Lethal Injection by Ice Cube got heavy play too out here.
One, two, three and to the fo' Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the do' Ready to make an entrance, so back on up ('Cause you know about to rip shit up) Gimme 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 loc'ed out niggas so we're crazy! Death Row is the label that pays me! Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade this (Hell yeah) But uh, 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 (Yeah) And that's realer than Real-Deal Holyfield And now you hooka's and ho's 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 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 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 seatbelt You never been on a ride like this before With a producer who can rap and control the maestro At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick You know, and I know, I flow some ol' 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 On what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do 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 who gives a fuck about those? So just chill, 'til the next episode Fallin' back on that ass, with a hellified gangsta lean Gettin' funky on the mic like a ol' 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, ya see Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic Pimpin' hoes and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolomite Yeah, and it don't quit I think they in the mood for some motherfuckin' G shit (Hell yeah) So Dre, (What up Dog?) 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!) It's where it takes place, so when asked, yo' 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 your bitches talk shit, I'll 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" Like this, that and this and uh It's like that and like this and like that and uh It's like this And who gives a fuck about those? So just chill, 'til the next episode
Yell! to all here, everytime I listen to these classic tunes, I forget I am in my 4th decade. Damn! How time flies and how them classics still help me push thru these crazy pressurized years Bless and peace out
ora tarda mi rincara la penna calda sopra il foglio, la mia scitarra la estraggo dal fodero mentre sei disarmato uccidere uno scemo non dovrebbe esse un reato studio la vita ma non la capisco non punto ai 27 ma ai 33, cristo e come lui anch'io mi porto una croce non sento più il mio corpo sento solo la voce ricordi sfocati di un bambino lontano ricordi svuotati da emozioni negative invano ho provato a tendergli la mano distratto, ho capito che non c'erano altre vie la notte è parte di me, parte integrante sono il vagante in un alone costante distante da tutto quello che è la realtà chissà nel mondo vero cosa mi aspetterà oppure aspettare non è la soluzione non ha mai dato i frutti tantomeno gratificazione passione di un mc che incastra due parole che non riesce mai a raggiungere ambizione attesa, degna di una sopresa ma è dalla prima sera che lho vista che ci so andato in fissa nemmeno mi piaceva ma non mi piacevo io ma questa relazione è stato solo l'ini-zio di questo supplizio e come due armate abbiamo fatto un armistizio finendo a letto insieme reincarnando il nostro vizio e anche dopo tutto il male io ti ringrazio non è da tutti non è per tutti incidere due rime per farti un po capire strillare quell'inchiostro nero che ti oscura il cuore sognare quella spiaggia quella libertà quell'aquilone ma è l'essere umano che cerca conferme che indipendentemente si sente niente inosservante da un giudizio ingombrante che pesa sulle spalle come un macigno dolente chiudo, con questa me ne vado prendo la palla al balzo e se ne va il mio essere malato ma in fondo agente cosa sarebbe peggio Vivere da mostro o morire da uomo giusto?
dre didn't did this beat. search leon haywood - i wanna do something freaky to you 1975. you'll see its the same beat, he didin't even sampled it, just added a kick and that's it.
Freestyle drills Mayne hold up!! Fresh tags off of the steel, Man let me keep it real, Ya know the deal Dropping them freestyle drills, Like when I'm in hoes, Leaving a hole in they mental, No time for play, sentimental Smooth criminal, Michael on the mic, even got looks From a Dike, right, Play her cool pimp tight like dolemite, Sho ya right, I'm taking a flight, first class when I'm high off that gas, Got a knock at heaven with no pass, Guess I'm hell bound, Dogs leased Feelin' hellhound, On my trail, this ain't no fairy tale, I'm living well, And you can tell, By the smell, Of my gun cologne word to AlCapone, I rap in the booth alone, Give a dog a bone, No time to play a clone, while I'm in the zone, Make her drop to her knees, And take a dip on my cone, Beat it so bad, she can't hold on, And it's on and on, Bad boy like Tyrone, Slapping cigarettes, outta ya hand man understand, I rap faster than, the speed of light, I get a flash, Of the days of way back, imagine that, Sitting with Lennon, And Hendrix bouncing in the Cadillac, Who ville true trill, Cuz the haters love to fill, Jealousy and envy, I keep it cool like Pops from the Staple sisters be, You see me, Eighty inches across ya TV screen, If ya know what I mean, Like Wu Tang I'm after the cream, Cheese or cheddar, It don't matter cuz I do it better, Keep ya girl wetter, Than a flowing faucet, from.the flows I spit, Houston the new hot lick, Making wives to thots and shit, As position like a brick, On the block I'm too hot to drop, As the beat drops, Can't spit nothing that sounds like slop, I can smell a cop, From miles away, don't give a damn what bitches gotta say, Until the day I lay, Six feet in the ground, ya gonna hear The screwed up sound, From the wicked Htown, Nose dive lyrics in ya ears ya can't clear it, Mad at what I say, Cuz silencers can't hear it,
1 2 3 ! Its time fa mathafucken G'$ to make a entrance !! Who got it on lock from the bottom to the top! The city dont sleep so da party dont stop! Gimmie da microphone first " about to bust like a bubble yall Ill Send 2 64'$ after trouble bruh "We get money it's a G thang baby! So Tell a hater fuck you just pay me. Now Hit postion , it's time to make it jump! Dum diddy dum Straight shittin like a dog Until you out da fog keep a hand up on a gun! Nothing but a pound round here Its a G thang Mobbing through da streets Niqqa bow wow wow!
i showed this to my doctor
now hes Dr.Dre
Makes me feel I’m in gta San Andreas
xlKPLaYs24 Xbox radio los santos
Completely forgot this was on gta sa😂
I cant forget. Banged this since 2005 on gta sa then now as older i bang it even more on yt :D
Yea hell
I'm doing the CJ Right Now
I swear lmao 🤣
Buddah bless this beat 🎉🎉🎉🎉
do "It's On" by Eazy-E
Big poppa bring my back here...drogs and bitches.
People might not want to admit it but this beat change the rap game.
That's a fact.
One of those rare art pieces in history, auditory or visual, that made artists step up their game.
It did style wise, illmatic raised the bar for lyrics tho
how
I wanna do something freaky to you by - Leon Haywood dre took the beat from it.
When you get in CJ's car
𝙹𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 yup
Dr dre
When you complete a hard mission
TICKY 25 yep
Ok
1:06
M. Stella its like this and like that and like this uh huh
0:05
😍
So just chill till the next episode
Love it
I love this beat. It makes me feel like I just got out of the shower all fresh and clean and shit
I know, I wasn't the only one that thought that this beat made you feel something like that.
@Anonymous RUclipsr, it really does. i mean, I could listen to it all day and not get bored that's how good it Is
👌👌👌🔥🔥🔥🔥
best beat ever.
Redbone instrumental
Original was better. He was just playing records here.
Mobb Deep Shook Ones pt II
from the west coast yes but the east coast shook ones part 2
@@JSoEff05 yea that instrumental is rly damm good too
Minds still blown at how good of a production this is considering the equipment dre was working with back in the day. He was ahead of his time.
Pretty sure he had that top notch death row equipment
He didn't make the beat. He just redid it. Look up "Leon Haywood, I wanna do sum freaky to you". That's the song G Thang comes from. 1978 classic.
@@brucerawlinsjr.2678 I know he didn't make the beat. What I'm saying is, his level of production and mixing during this time was remarkable.
@@robpz448 Mixed it?
@@robpz448 mixing was non existing but his sampling was good
One of the greatest beats in history
The greatest.
@@timrabei285 yea
@@timrabei285up there with:
• Biggie's
•Ice Cube's
•Em's
Thank you 🙏 for uploading this masterpiece.
Credit Leon Haywood for this masterpiece beat. 🙏🏽🙏🏽
@@reneemslady5984 il
P
*Illest beats
1. Nothing but a G thang
2. Shook Ones
3. C.R.E.A.M
4. Quiet Storm
5. I shot ya
Ny state of mind
Ruff Ryders Anthem or Deep Cover I'd say too
Gz and Hustlas or Pump Pump
You missed
You know how we do it - Ice cube
Ny state of mind - Nas
I can die in peace listening to this......
Lone Visor 😂
Lone Visor Overdose on Heroin listening to this.
I sometimes visualize myself dying with headphones on listening to shit like this. Its a magical way to go.
this has to be the most LA 90’s beat on the planet......like i love Ice Cube but this beat is immaculate
Tru
This instrumental will forever be the Theme Song of Southern Cali
Dre sampled this beat from Leon Haywood "I Wanna Do Something Freaky To You".
1:56
"You got defeated!"
sometimes you are in a mood when you just want to get through all this classic 90's rap beats man...
👌
Fr
Yeah bro with a fat joint 💪
frrr
Oh yeah boooiiiiiiiiiii
GTA: San Andreas 🥹
He got his sample from Leon Haywood's "I wanna do something freaky to you" and flipped the hell out of it! 😂
I am still alive havent posted in a year
:)))
goat
Good to hear man :)
me neither
Why does this only have 37 like bruh-✋😭
"One, two, three and to tha fo, Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the door"
Ready to make an entrance so back on up
Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble
Animated Pancakes u missed a bit
Cuz you know we bout to rip shiz up
JSPA Vlogs yes
badass and relaxing at the same time
Just this beat alone is better than the whole careers of mumble rappers today.
wow so true
in 14 words, you said one of the greatest truths in rap history
Your right these new artists need to look back and see how to do it right. New rap is garbage and forgotten about 15 minutes after it comes out. This beat is running strong decades after it was released. Think about that!
@shawnbirt4161 in my humble opin- oh who am I kidding? This guy's speaking facts!!
this beat is fantastic but its not right to call out new rappers just cuz they're doing something different
That baseline is sick though.
*bassline*
One of the baddest beats ever.
Eazy E u got that right
@@Isaac-tw1rz aye umm can do ya think this instrumental is simular to eazy e I'd rather fuck you instrumental
Like is it possible dre did something to the beat and switched it up a bit to make it sound like this beat
@@ajstrongstylesyt4025 this entire beat is sampled
@@ajstrongstylesyt4025 apart from a few changes
1, 2, 3 and to the 4
Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the door
Ready to make an entrance so back on up
(Cause you know we're about 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 nothing but a G thang, baby
Two loc'ed out niggas so we're crazy
Death Row is the label that pays me
Unfadeable so please don't try to fade this (Hell yeah)
But um, back to the lecture at hand
Perfection is perfected, so I'mma 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 earning her man
And learning her man (and at the same time burning 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 (Yeah)
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
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 peeping and I'm creeping and I'm creep-in
But I damn near got caught, cause my beeper kept beeping
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 maestro
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
On what me and my homie Snoop Dogg came to do
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 who gives a fuck about those
So just chill till the next episode
You've got the feeling
To rock the other side
You've got the feeling
(Yeah, yeah)
Falling back on that ass, with a hellafied gangsta lean
Getting 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, ya see
Showing much flex when it's time to wreck a mic
Pimping hoes and clocking a grip like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it don't quit
I think they in the mood for some mothafuckin' G shit
(Hell yeah) so Dre (What's up Dogg?)
Gotta give them what they want (What's that, G?)
We gotta break 'em off something (Hell yeah)
And it's gotta be bumping, (City of Compton)
Is where it takes place so, when asked, your attention
Mobbing like a motherfucker but I ain't lynching
Dropping the funky shit that's making 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 slipping
But if I got my Nina then you know I'm straight tripping
And I'mma continue to put the rap down, put the mack down
And if you bitches talk shit, I'll 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
Putting the shit together
Like my nigga D.O.C., no one can do it better
Like this, that and this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this and who gives a fuck about those?
So just chill till the next episode
You've got the feeling
To rock the other side
You've got the feeling
(Yeah, yeah)
You've got the feeling
To rock the other side
You've got the feeling
(Yeah, yeah)
You've got the feeling
To rock the other side
You've got the feeling
(Yeah, yeah)
Please pin this comment for me🥺
I got the gta san andreas feelings ❤thanks man for the upload
Arthur Sousa ur welcome
Your welcome 👍
One, two, three and to the fo'
Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the do'
Ready to make an entrance, so back on up
('Cause you know about to rip shit up)
Gimme 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 loc'ed out niggas so we're crazy!
Death Row is the label that pays me!
Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade this (Hell yeah)
But uh, 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
(Yeah) And that's realer than Real-Deal Holyfield
And now you hooka's and ho's 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
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 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 seatbelt
You never been on a ride like this before
With a producer who can rap and control the maestro
At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick
You know, and I know, I flow some ol' 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
On what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do
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 who gives a fuck about those?
So just chill, 'til the next episode
Fallin' back on that ass, with a hellified gangsta lean
Gettin' funky on the mic like a ol' 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, ya see
Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic
Pimpin' hoes and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it don't quit
I think they in the mood for some motherfuckin' G shit
(Hell yeah) So Dre, (What up Dog?)
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!)
It's where it takes place, so when asked, yo' 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 your bitches talk shit, I'll 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"
Like this, that and this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this
And who gives a fuck about those?
So just chill, 'til the next episode
Thank you!
But on his own album cover he was a she thang - Eazy E
You're*
Cwizzy 19 classic by eazy
@@Isaac-tw1rz 🤙🤙
that bassline is god tier
Heavyweight
When you remember that this song exists but Cj doesn’t any more
Cool man im in here
@@carljohnson6160 CJ BRO WASSUP.
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)
Gimme 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 loc'ed out niggas, so we're crazy
Death Row is the label that pays me
Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade this (hell yeah)
But, uh, 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
(Yeah) 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
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 creepin'
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 before
With a producer who can rap and control the maestro
At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick
You know and I know, I flow some ol' 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
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 who gives a fuck about those?
So just chill 'til the next episode
Fallin' back on that ass with a hellified gangsta 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, ya see
Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic
Pimpin' hoes and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it don't quit
I think they in the mood for some motherfuckin' G shit (hell yeah)
So, Dre (what up, Dog?)
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)
Is where it takes place, so when asked, yo' 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'll 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"
Like this, that and this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this
And who gives a fuck about those?
So just chill 'til the next episode
You've got the feelin'
Rock the other side
You've got the feelin' (yeah, yeah)
You've got the feelin'
Rock the other side
You've got the feelin' (yeah, yeah)
You've got the feelin'
Rock the other side
You've got the feelin' (yeah, yeah)
thank u
Curti meu comentário os Brasileiros🇧🇷 que curtiram esse som das antigas, só quem gosta🎶🎶✌️
This guy’s still seeing his comments.
You’ll be hated for that, there I come from and be treated like you have too much freedom. Respect ❤️
Thanks mah friend ill never stop responding to comments unless they’re really dumb pero gracias 🙏🏽
90sHipHopInstrumentals you’re welcome!
Sampled from Leon Haywood, I wanna do something freak to you, fucking sick
this is the reason why Andre YOUNG is one of the greatest producer of all time.
???? huh💀
nigga im retarded i just realized andre young is dr dre
@@Isaac-tw1rz lol
@@Isaac-tw1rz lmfao
@@Isaac-tw1rz lol
almost 30 years and still slaps
That main melody that comes in every now and then is revolutionary
**Enters to the disco, start to dance, fails all movements, pulls out a AK-47 from his pocket, kills everybody and leaves**
This is remake, not original instrumental
One of The Dopest Hip Hop Beats of All Time! And One of The Greatest Musical🎶Beats of All Time!
this song makes me feel like smoking a fat ass joint, but I can't anymore :(
Why
Dont
@@ciii1237 Weed's a plant not a drug
its a drug bro
@@Isaac-tw1rz not really you don't enhance it but I'm dumb as hell
Comes out Spotify on 4/20 everyone :)
There was another guy who commented this a while ago, thought he was trolling. He wasnt.
is it out yet
Parker yea
The first time on sa i was 😮 and never got out the car until the song changed but my favorito is mc eight hood took me under that song changed me😂
GTA San Andreas anyone?
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)
Gimme 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 loc'ed out niggas so we're crazy
Death Row is the label that pays me
Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade this (hell yeah)
But, uh, 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
(Yeah) 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
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 creepin'
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 before
With a producer who can rap and control the maestro
At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick
You know and I know, I flow some ol' 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
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 who gives a fuck about those?
So just chill 'til the next episode
Fallin' back on that ass with a hellified gangsta 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, ya see
Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic
Pimpin' hoes and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it don't quit
I think they in the mood for some motherfuckin' G shit (hell yeah)
So, Dre (what up Dog?)
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)
Is where it takes place, so when asked, yo' 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'll 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"
Like this, that and this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this
And who gives a fuck about those?
So just chill, 'til the next episode
You've got the feelin'
Rock the other side
You've got the feelin' (yeah, yeah)
You've got the feelin'
Rock the other side
You've got the feelin' (yeah, yeah)
You've got the feelin'
Rock the other side
You've got the feelin' (yeah, yeah)
So you've heard this before
No one asked for lyrics
This is so good to vibe to
When i was cruising down the street minding my business i was listening to this i had to get myself back up in the mix all eyes on me like tupac in 96 thanks to my new kicks
okay, this is quite possibly the funkiest record ever recorded. Ever. Thats some stank face pfunkk right dere. fsho.
stank face funk🤣🤣 thx g
🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 Great melody Snoop Dogg Dr Dre
no one*
me in every 15 sec: one two three into the four
Samples: I want to do something freaky to you....Only Dre could pull this off!!
RIP Leon Haywood 1942-2016. If not for him in 1975, there'd be no G Thang in 1992!
dr dre the greatest producer of all time
Eric Seigle along wit dj quik, daz dilienger(which produced All Eyez on Me)
Dj battlecat, warren G, xraided (producer for lyrical sound dealers, check them out)
One of the best on the West ....DJ QUIK is just as awesome and I personally prefer the latter better!
@@darkknight_8891 we smokin Bombudd!!
Sick of brother shouting, “Go get a life, dookie!”
Stressed in the head, gotta find me a cutie
While I do me, the fools at my school screw me
Trying to flip a jewel: “This is how you get cool, see?
First you pull a sweetie, and pull a sweetie good
And once you’re done, take a running jump out the room.”
But someone else tells me, “You’re acting like a freak
And some of us see you put on this act each week
Stroking all the women won’t get you filled.”
Give me an ear-clipping for not being “real”
But yet I see some wallies treat their women like sluts
Bruv, you see that stuff? (Too right I see that stuff!)
American, African; yeah, whatever
Whatever she is, she has to have her soul together
Deborah, Esther, Ruth, or Sarah
Obeys the Messiah, lives as my loyal carer
On the road to heaven, where Jesus lives
Real Christians do real things
Hanging with the fellowship’s the song I sing
Real Christians do real things
Running the race, breaking bread all day
Real Christians do real things
Carrying the cross for who’s being known and praised
Real Christians do real things
Hola y bienvenidos a p a t r i a r c a l m e n t e h a b l a n d o
Xdddd
Nostalgia...
San Andreas vibes already kicking in
sean Nelson yep
One two three and to the fo
Snoop doggy dog and dr dre is at the do
I vibe to this to go to sleep 😴 🎶 🎼 🎵
It be nice for a track as good as this one to come out with zero sampling. That would be impressive.
Yeah, alright...
LMFAO
@@PattyGamerLP lol seriously.....
Sample from I wanna do something freaky to you,' by Leon Haywood
Wait.....
Am i in GTA San Andreas?
Yes my brother
My name is also Isaac
cool song :)
One, two, three and to the fo'
Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the do'
Ready to make an entrance, so back on up
('Cause you know about to rip shit up)
Gimme 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 loc'ed out niggas so we're crazy!
Death Row is the label that pays me!
Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade this (Hell yeah)
But uh, 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
(Yeah) And that's realer than Real-Deal Holyfield
And now you hooka's and ho's 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
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 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 seatbelt
You never been on a ride like this before
With a producer who can rap and control the maestro
At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick
You know, and I know, I flow some ol' 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
On what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do
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 who gives a fuck about those?
So just chill, 'til the next episode
Fallin' back on that ass, with a hellified gangsta lean
Gettin' funky on the mic like a ol' 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, ya see
Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic
Pimpin' hoes and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it don't quit
I think they in the mood for some motherfuckin' G shit
(Hell yeah) So Dre, (What up Dog?)
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!)
It's where it takes place, so when asked, yo' 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 your bitches talk shit, I'll 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"
Like this, that and this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this
And who gives a fuck about those?
So just chill, 'til the next episode
You act like people don’t have google to search this shit
2:25
So dre
1 2 3 and to da Fo'
I need to have 0:05 as a my ring tone.
Im trying to write freestyles on paper with this like really iconic beat but im not good enoght I swear im going on fuckin 69s beats *the fuck* .
enough*
That baseline 🥵
the best part
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)
Gimme 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 loc'ed out niggas, so we're crazy
Death Row is the label that pays me
Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade this (hell yeah)
But, uh, 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
2:26 best part
GRANDE CRITICAS QLS
big critics
One two three and to the four
Listen here, I'll be 41 in June. I am from NYC (Brooklyn). We never listened to NWA, Too Short, Ice Tea, The DOC, Easy E etc. in NYC. West coast rap did not exist to us. When The Chronic came out?! You would have thought Dre was from NYC. Everybody here was playing this album. Then Doggystyle came a year later and kept the train rolling. Snoop might as well been from NYC too. Lethal Injection by Ice Cube got heavy play too out here.
One, two, three and to the fo'
Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the do'
Ready to make an entrance, so back on up
('Cause you know about to rip shit up)
Gimme 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 loc'ed out niggas so we're crazy!
Death Row is the label that pays me!
Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade this (Hell yeah)
But uh, 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
(Yeah) And that's realer than Real-Deal Holyfield
And now you hooka's and ho's 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
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 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 seatbelt
You never been on a ride like this before
With a producer who can rap and control the maestro
At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick
You know, and I know, I flow some ol' 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
On what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do
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 who gives a fuck about those?
So just chill, 'til the next episode
Fallin' back on that ass, with a hellified gangsta lean
Gettin' funky on the mic like a ol' 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, ya see
Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic
Pimpin' hoes and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it don't quit
I think they in the mood for some motherfuckin' G shit
(Hell yeah) So Dre, (What up Dog?)
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!)
It's where it takes place, so when asked, yo' 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 your bitches talk shit, I'll 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"
Like this, that and this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this
And who gives a fuck about those?
So just chill, 'til the next episode
Tom Young dope
i'm studying how he put together this beat with the leon haywood sample I will recreate it in the original for my MC
This is a classic
how old are you?
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YOU GOT THE FEELING!
👍🏽 if the song, “I wanna do something freaky to you” brought you here!
when your at chick fila and you say my pleasure first:
Yell! to all here, everytime I listen to these classic tunes, I forget I am in my 4th decade. Damn! How time flies and how them classics still help me push thru these crazy pressurized years
Bless and peace out
Leon Haywood up in this bitch
Dre got the sample from Leon Haywood - I Wanna Do Something Freaky To You (1975)
The greatest hip hop instrumental of all time. And it’s gotta be bompin city of Compton.
No doubt
And Dre didn't even produce it
@@KeithMcormack895 dre produced it, he just didn't "invent" the beat. Dre sampled it. Classic song either way 👌
ora tarda mi rincara la penna calda sopra il foglio, la mia scitarra
la estraggo dal fodero mentre sei disarmato
uccidere uno scemo non dovrebbe esse un reato
studio la vita ma non la capisco
non punto ai 27 ma ai 33, cristo
e come lui anch'io mi porto una croce
non sento più il mio corpo sento solo la voce
ricordi sfocati di un bambino lontano
ricordi svuotati da emozioni negative
invano ho provato a tendergli la mano
distratto, ho capito che non c'erano altre vie
la notte è parte di me, parte integrante
sono il vagante in un alone costante
distante da tutto quello che è la realtà
chissà nel mondo vero cosa mi aspetterà
oppure aspettare non è la soluzione
non ha mai dato i frutti tantomeno gratificazione
passione di un mc che incastra due parole
che non riesce mai a raggiungere ambizione
attesa, degna di una sopresa
ma è dalla prima sera che lho vista che ci so andato in fissa
nemmeno mi piaceva ma non mi piacevo io
ma questa relazione è stato solo l'ini-zio
di questo supplizio
e come due armate abbiamo fatto un armistizio
finendo a letto insieme reincarnando il nostro vizio
e anche dopo tutto il male io ti ringrazio
non è da tutti non è per tutti
incidere due rime per farti un po capire
strillare quell'inchiostro nero che ti oscura il cuore
sognare quella spiaggia quella libertà quell'aquilone
ma è l'essere umano che cerca conferme
che indipendentemente si sente niente
inosservante da un giudizio ingombrante
che pesa sulle spalle come un macigno dolente
chiudo, con questa me ne vado
prendo la palla al balzo e se ne va il mio essere malato
ma in fondo agente cosa sarebbe peggio
Vivere da mostro o morire da uomo giusto?
2:27 - 2:37 best part for me, shows how surgical the dr. can be ...
West$iiiiide
dre didn't did this beat. search leon haywood - i wanna do something freaky to you 1975. you'll see its the same beat, he didin't even sampled it, just added a kick and that's it.
Even if he didn't do the beat, he certainly made it famous cuz
Freestyle drills Mayne hold up!!
Fresh tags off of the steel,
Man let me keep it real,
Ya know the deal
Dropping them freestyle drills,
Like when I'm in hoes,
Leaving a hole in they mental,
No time for play, sentimental
Smooth criminal,
Michael on the mic, even got looks
From a Dike, right,
Play her cool pimp tight like dolemite,
Sho ya right,
I'm taking a flight, first class when I'm high off that gas,
Got a knock at heaven with no pass,
Guess I'm hell bound,
Dogs leased Feelin' hellhound,
On my trail, this ain't no fairy tale,
I'm living well,
And you can tell,
By the smell,
Of my gun cologne word to AlCapone,
I rap in the booth alone,
Give a dog a bone,
No time to play a clone, while I'm in the zone,
Make her drop to her knees,
And take a dip on my cone,
Beat it so bad, she can't hold on,
And it's on and on,
Bad boy like Tyrone,
Slapping cigarettes, outta ya hand man understand,
I rap faster than, the speed of light,
I get a flash,
Of the days of way back, imagine that,
Sitting with Lennon,
And Hendrix bouncing in the Cadillac,
Who ville true trill,
Cuz the haters love to fill,
Jealousy and envy, I keep it cool like Pops from the Staple sisters be,
You see me,
Eighty inches across ya TV screen,
If ya know what I mean,
Like Wu Tang I'm after the cream,
Cheese or cheddar,
It don't matter cuz I do it better,
Keep ya girl wetter,
Than a flowing faucet, from.the flows I spit,
Houston the new hot lick,
Making wives to thots and shit,
As position like a brick,
On the block I'm too hot to drop,
As the beat drops,
Can't spit nothing that sounds like slop,
I can smell a cop,
From miles away, don't give a damn what bitches gotta say,
Until the day I lay,
Six feet in the ground, ya gonna hear
The screwed up sound,
From the wicked Htown,
Nose dive lyrics in ya ears ya can't clear it,
Mad at what I say,
Cuz silencers can't hear it,
Que nostalgia cadê os br nessa porra kkk
Tamo ae KKK
@@LucasSantos-ks8tp kkk tmj
Blastin' this Pearl in da 64' Chevy impala lowrider cruising down da compton or LA streets with M.A.C 10 on board
Youknowwhamsayin?
I feel the highest I’ve ever been but I haven’t smoked weed
1 2 3 !
Its time fa mathafucken G'$ to make a entrance !!
Who got it on lock from the bottom to the top!
The city dont sleep so da party dont stop!
Gimmie da microphone first "
about to bust like a bubble yall
Ill Send 2 64'$ after trouble bruh
"We get money it's a G thang baby!
So Tell a hater fuck you just pay me.
Now Hit postion , it's time to make it jump!
Dum diddy dum
Straight shittin like a dog
Until you out da fog keep a hand up on a gun!
Nothing but a pound round here
Its a G thang
Mobbing through da streets
Niqqa bow wow wow!
I think this song sounds better without the lyrics :)
GUYS IF YOU THIS SONG ON YOU MIND YOU REAL OG
Read the pack of rats lyrics by rusty cadge it's so cool!
Sounds like crap
OMG, great years those were.
Boomer: Ps2 is the worst console ever!!
Me: Dont talk to me ever again bruh