Nuthin But A G'Thang

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 **** 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'ed out *****s 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'ma let 'em understand

From a young G's perspective

And before me dig out a ***** 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 ****, Lieutenant

Ain't no ***** good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it (Yeah)

And that's realer than Real-Deal Holyfield

And now you ******s 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 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

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 maestro

At the same time with the **** rhyme that I kick

You know and I know, I flow some old funky ****

To add to my collection, the selection symbolizes ****

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 a

It's like that and like this and like that and a

It's like this, and who gives a **** about those?

So just chill 'til the next episode

You’ve got the feeling

To rock the other side

You’ve got the feeling (Yeah, yeah)

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 ***********' G ****

Hell yeah!

So, Dre

What up, Dogg?

Gotta give them 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, your attention

Mobbin' like a ************ but I ain't lynchin'

Droppin' the funky **** that's makin' the sucker *****s 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 ************' homie Doggy Dogg has got my back

Never let me slip, ‘cause if I slip, then I'm slippin'

But if I got my niña then you know I'm straight trippin'

And I'ma continue to put the rap down, put the mack down

And if you ******* talk **** I have to put the smack down

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 **** together

Like my ***** D.O.C., no one can do it better

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 **** about those?

So just chill 'til 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