Let 'Em Understand Perfection

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg] Comin' so swift and upliftin', shiftin' into gears Everybody snap, tap, clap cause this is the year For Perfection, my motherfuckin' homies To put they shit on the map and finally get they fuckin' snaps Broke off like it was supposed to be done Niggas sayin' they weak due to the fact that one Nigga decided to leave and get his rap on elsewhere Ask me if they care and I give you a stare like no You can't cope, they dope, but outtie Fools that follow slowly will surely become Audi 5000, that's word to the D-O-G So what I'ma do is give these niggas the M-I-C And let them prove themselves so you can understand That one rapper stepped and left and then ya bend him That shit ain't right but peep game These brothers got somethin' to prove so I'ma exchange Hand the mic from mic to hand, T-Dubb the first one up So let 'em understand [Verse 2: T-Dubb] Let 'em understand perfection, and that's how it's gonna go T-Dubb's up first with the dope ass intro I'm comin' and comin' with the style, see, it's 'bout time Now ain't all business, I believe 'em without the nine Downin' the 40, the gin and juice gets me bent You start the trippin' and flippin' and then ya hit the C Niggas know a G like me don't play Disagree, then I got something to say The homies talkin' about I feel they seem to be raisin' hell My mom is bitchin' cause I'm in and out of every jail Feel like the way that's how my life been spent Got the G ass limpin' when I left San Quent So I thought to myself, "T-Dubb ya need some direction" I hooked up with the posse, now we're known as Perfection Now I got it goin', all my pockets are stayin' fat Give me the mic, a pen and paper, here's a dope rap Niggas talkin' 'bout T-Dubb can't bust it, they came in late I see em walkin' down the street, they bumpin' this dope tape Before you come around me lookin' for protection I'm lettin' em understand perfection [Verse 3: Snoop Dogg] My nigga T-Dubb expressed himself, oh yes he did Now it's time for the DJ to put his bid in Ya thinkin' he's mixin' the mix, well your ass is wrong Glaze finna get his mothafuckin' rap on So would whack DJ's back up off the 12 gauges Give him some room, while the boom from the stage is Tripped up, flipped up, ripped up, but it's effective Understand perfection from a DJ's perspective [Verse 4: DJ Glaze] I'ma drop a mothafuckin' bomb when it all seems calm But then I'm not from Vietnam And if I was then it's because I'm usin' street tactics Practice makes perfection, but Perfection don't practice And Glaze is the homie cuttin' records like a villain So buy the album cause we're gonna make a killin' And I'ma carry a nation Fade in to Perfection gets a standing ovation So ya better comprehend Glaze is on the bet, on deck is MNM This is dedicated to those who wanna get with me Think again if you thought I didn't even have it in me They said I couldn't hang or sheer But Perfection's guaranteed to drop a gang of shit So make way for the F to the L-A-P, flow into a T Cause I'm kickin' em, kickin' em, kickin' em like a G So take heat to a Filipino bandit While I make 'em understand it [Verse 5: Snoop Dogg] God-diggy-di-damn Glaze, you make a nigga not wanna flow From me to you homie, hmm, they don't hear you though But-ah let me see who's next, expressin' Is it my boy MNM, cause if it is, grab a Wesson The one that belongs to Smith Don't riff or skip, just hit the spliff and shoot ya gift Until these bustas stop flexin' MNM let 'em understand perfection [Verse 6: MNMsta] I'm bringing up the tray, Glaze, make a quick getaway Fellas bringing they cellers and beepers up for the layaway Clear the airwaves cause I'ma blast off like NASA Ya better move quick cause you're in the midst of a tongue-twistin' disaster Movin' at rapping speeds that no other will really consider Blowin' and flowin' and throwin' until my lips start to blister Pissin' and messin' a lesson I'm puttin' opponents up to the test [?] I gotta dismiss em and put your ass to rest, yo Quicker than quick and lickin' the spliff, I'm blowin' em outta my windpipe [?] battle and then I spiddaddle all lyrical pimp fights I bury the [?] styles [?] show again I'm the greatest [?] so don't even try to fade this I'm runnin' and gunnin' and stunnin' and bringin' em to a complete halt Flippin' and grippin' em with my lips, like my mouth was doing a somersault [?] who try to battle Perfection When I'm movin' and groovin' [?] breakin' Henderson Swingin' and bringin' em thangs when I droppin' them dogs on em Stompin' em up on my opponents like I'm a fuckin' bulldozer I'ma [?] and makin' and takin' em, like a joint you get smoked I'm shakin' and fakin', breakin' em down, fuck it, case closed [Verse 7: Snoop Dogg] Wooh shit, that was the dope stuff But you know what they say, as it goes, it gets ruff Now it's time to get taken to the streets So fall into the rhyme as I fall into the beat Cause comin' around the house is the G My motherfuckin' homie Tender D He's never fakin' for breakin' em off a proper sack Maniac, brainiac, it's my nigga Wayniac Villain, crook, thief, whatever you wanna name him Punk bitches, please, don't try to game him Cause if you do you know he's down for checking a hoe In a minute you should know he's in it to win it I done joked too much, I done spoke too much So Tender D (what up?) go 'head and fuck shit up [Verse 8: Wayniac] Doggy Dogg kicked it off, so I think I better handle it Your time has ticked for the loc you can't fuck with Causin' damage and you still can't manage to deal With a nigga like me that's out for the kill, ya see Recruited by the greatest for harmony and poetry Labeled as a G, for those who don't know of me Correction after cause, matin' girls after menopause And still young-minded, I'm the player with the big drawers And an itty bitty kitty in the city, oh what a pity Now it's time for me to get to the nitty gritty Step up, come on, come off, I'm havin' a ball Take you on a ride, you think it was a free fall Lyrical minded so you all can adapt well Came out of your shell when I rocked your bells well And I still ain't had enough Cause when the goin' gets rough, the Tender's all that's showin' up And to the nigga that left before their time Your ass is mine at the end of the finish line Cause I'm a nigga with a master plan Fuck it, I know they understand