I'm sippin on tangeray
with my my mind on my money and my mouth on the ganjay
R-A-G to the motherfuckin E
back with my Nigga S-N double O-P
Yeah, and ya don't stop
Rage in the effect, I've just begun to rock!
i said Yeah, and ya don't quit
Hey, yo rage would ya please drop some gangsta shit

i rock rough 'n' stuff with my afro buffs
hancuffed as i bust 'bout to tear shit up
oh what did ya think i, didn't ever think I
would be the one to make ya blink, guy
i'll catch ya like pink eye
never will there ever be another like me
'um you can play the left, 'cuz ain't no right in me
on the picture on the frame and on the box and on the wall
smack 'em off the ball, and watch 'um fall
yeah, grand slam, yes i am, kickin that dust and i don't
give a goddamn, 'cuz i'm that lyrical murderer
pleading guilty, you know from my skills, I'm abouit to be filthy large,
rage in charge
you know wht's happinin' no try to play Rog
this ain't no re-run, see hun, don't ya wanna be one
the cover, to wreck ya, 'cuz i never get my vocals in
close to constatanople, uhhh! I'll make 'em go Cock-oo
for my coca, puffin stuffin, hey yo snoop, let's these Niggaz know
that Niggaz don't give a fuck...
this is just a small introduction to the G Funk Era
everyday i take a glimpse in the mirror and i see
motherfuckers tryin to be like me, ever since i put it
down with the D-R-E

Foamin at the mouth and waggin his tail
searchin throu the yards with the keen sense of smell
lookin for the buisness, in heat, and when he finds it
he'll be sittin in her seat, we travel in packs and we
do it from the back, how else would we get to the booty
we do it Doggy Style, all the while we do it Doggy Style
Yo motherfuckin hoes!!!
he flipped the fleas off the bitch, he shook the ticks off his dick
and in the booty, he burries his motherfuckin bone
and if there's any left over, he'll roll over and take a
doggy bath home