Disclaimer: In case you’re unfamiliar with it, the original “Regulate” is a hip hop song from the 90s. While it’s not inherently offensive, there is a bit of mild language, which our mom preserved to keep the lyrics close to the original. If this is a potential area of concern for you, we encourage you not to read/listen.
Context
The humans have long referred to Gigi as “The Regulator” due to her habit of breaking up fights between other dogs in the house. Since Mammy Lamb is one of her nicknames, it became easy to change that to Mammy G for the sake of inserting into the song. Over time, as more and more lines got changed, Mom decided it was time to document the entire thing for historical purposes.
Audio
Unfortunately the only person on Fiverr available to record this was a total white guy, so it’s not as entertaining as it could have been. Still funny, though.
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Original:
Regulators. We regulate any stealin’ of his property. We’re damn good too. But you can’t be any geek off the street. You gotta be handy with the steel, if you know what I mean. Earn your keep. Regulators, mount up!
It was a clear black night, a clear white moon
Warren G was on the streets tryin’ to consume
Some skirts for the eve so I can get some funk
Rollin’ in my ride, chillin’ all alone
Just hit the east side of the LBC
On a mission tryna find Mr. Warren G
Seen a car full of girls, ain’t no need to tweak
All you skirts know what’s up with 213
So I hooks a left on 21 and Lewis
Some brothers shootin’ dice, so I said “Let’s do this!”
I jumped out the ride and said “What’s up?”
Some brothers pulled some gats, so I said “I’m stuck!”
Since these girls peepin’ me imma glide and swerve
These hookers lookin’ so hard they straight hit the curb
Wontcha think of better things than some horny tricks
I see my homie and some suckas all in his mix
I’m gettin’ jacked, I’m breakin’ myself
I can’t believe they takin’ Warren’s wealth
They took my rings, they took my Rolex
I looked at the brother, said “Damn, what’s next?”
They got my homey hemmed up and they all around
Can’t none of them see him if they goin’ straight pound-for-pound
They wanna come up real quick before they start to clown
I best pull out my strap and lay them bustas down
They got guns to my head, I think I’m goin’
down
I can’t believe it’s happenin’ in my own town
If I had wings I would fly, let me contemplate
I glanced in the cut and I see my homey Nate
Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole
Nate Dogg is about to make some bodies turn cold
Now they droppin’ and yellin’, it’s a tad bit late
Nate Dogg and Warren G had to regulate
I laid all them bustas down, I let my gat explode
Now I’m switchin’ my mind back into freak mode
If you want skirts, sit back and observe
I just left a gang of hoes over there on the curb
Now, Nate got the freaks and that’s a known fact
Before I got jacked I was on the same track
Back up, back up, ’cause it’s on
N-A-T-E and me, the Warren to the G
Just like I thought, they were in the same spot
In need of some desperate help
But Nate Dogg and the G child
Were in need of somethin’ else
One of them dames was sexy as hell
I said “Ooh, I like your size!”
She said “My car’s broke down and you seem real nice, would you let me ride?”
I got a car full of girls and it’s goin’ real swell
The next stop is the Eastside Motel
I’m tweaking into a whole new era
G-funk, step to this, I dare ya
Funk on a whole new level
The rhythm is the bass
and the bass is the treble
Chords, strings, we brings melody
G-funk, where rhythm is life and life is rhythm
If you know like I know
You don’t wanna step to this
It’s the G-funk era, funked out with a gangsta twist
If you smoke like I smoke
Then you’re high like everyday
And if yo’ ass is a busta, 213 will regulate
Floof version:
Regulators. We regulate any sniffing of this property. We’re damn good too. But you can’t be any Peke off the street. You gotta be handy with the treats, if you know what I mean. Use your teef! Regulators, mount up!
It was a clear black night, a clear white moon
Mammy G was on the streets tryin’ to consume
Some treats for the eve so I can get some funk
Marchin’ in my dress, chillin’ all alone
Just hit the east side of the LBC
On a mission tryna find Mrs. Mammy G
Seen a bowl full of kibbles ain’t no need to tweak
All you floofs know what’s up with gettin’ treats
So I hooks a left on 21 and Lewis
Some brothers rubbin’ bellies so I said “Let’s do this!”
I rolled on my back and said “What’s up?”
Some brothers pulled a brush, so I said “I’m stuck!”
Since these humans peepin’ me imma glide and swerve
These floofers lookin’ so hard they straight hit the curb
Wontcha think of better things than makin’ me do tricks
I see my siblings and some suckas all in their mix
I’m gettin’ jacked, I’m breakin’ myself
I can’t believe they takin’ Gigi’s wealth
They took my treats, they brushed my floof neck
I looked at the humans and I said “Oh heck”
They got my homey hemmed up and they all around
Can’t none of them see him if they goin’ straight pound-for-pound
They wanna come up real quick before they start to clown
I best pull out my teef and lay them bustas down
They got a brush to my head, I think I’m goin’ down
I can’t believe it’s happenin’ in my own town
If I had wings I would fly, this is balderdash
I glanced in the cut and I see my homey Nash
Six teefs in the mouth and a giant nose fold
Nash Dogg is about to make some bodies turn cold
Now they droppin’ and yellin’, it’s a tad bit late
Nash Dogg and Mammy G had to regulate
I laid all them bustas down, I let my bork explode
Now I’m switching my mind back into treat mode
If you want snacks, sit back and observe
I just left a chewy stick over there on the curb
Now Nash got the treats and that’s a known fact
Before I got brushed I was on the same track
Back up, back up, ’cause it’s on
N-A-S-H and me, the Mammy to the G
Just like I thought they were in the same spot
In need of some desperate help
But Nash Dogg and the G child
Were in need of somethin’ else
One time our dad was hungry as hell
I said “Ooh, I like your fries”
He said “I’m gettin’ real full and you march real nice, I got Super Size”
I got a belly full of fries and it’s goin’ real swell
The next stop is the Taco Bell
I’m eating into a whole new era
G-Funk, step to this, I dare ya
Food: on a whole new nibble
The kibble on the plate
and the plate for the kibble
Corn, beans, we needs jerky
G-Funk, where eating is life and life is eating
If you know like I know
You don’t wanna step to this
It’s the G-Funk era, funked out with a gangsta twist
If you choke like I choke
Then you wheeze like every day
And if yo’ ass is a busta, Mammy G will regulate