Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dr. Dre
Vocals
Snoop Dogg
Vocals
Justin Reinhardt
Keyboards
Kid Dynamite
Sampled Artist
Leon Haywood
Sampled Artist
Public Enemy
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Calvin Broadus
Songwriter
Leon Haywood
Songwriter
Andre Romell Young
Songwriter
Frederick Douglas Knight
Songwriter
Tracy Lynn Curry
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr. Dre
Producer
Bernie Grundman
Mastering Engineer
Chris "The Glove" Taylor
Mixing Engineer
Greg Royal
Mixing Engineer
Willie Will
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
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 nuthin' but a G thang, baby
Two Loc'd-out **** going 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'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
[Chorus]
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]
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 befo'
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]
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 till the next episode
[Refrain]
You've got the feeling
Rock the other side
You've got the feeling
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 3]
Fallin' back on that ass with a hellafied 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, 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
Hell yeah
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]
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 **** 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 mac down
And if you bitches talk shit, I have to put the smackdown
Yeah, and you don't stop
I told ya 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 **** D.O.C., no one can do it better
[Chorus]
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 till the next episode
[Refrain]
You've got the feeling
Rock the other side
You've got the feeling
Yeah, yeah
[Outro]
You've got the feeling
Rock the other side
You've got the feeling
Yeah, yeah
You've got the feeling
Rock the other side
You've got the feeling
Yeah, yeah
Written by: Calvin Broadus, Frederick Knight, Leon Haywood