Nuthin' But A 'G' Thang (LP Version)

[00:00.00]"Nuthin' But A 'G' Thang"(Ft.Snoop Dogg)

1, 2, 3 and to the 4

Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the door

Ready to make an entrance so back on up

(Cause you know we're about 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 nothing but a G thang, baby

Two loc'ed out niggas 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'mma 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 earning her man

And learning her man (and at the same time burning 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

It's like this and like that and like this and uh

It's like that and like this and like that and uh

It's like this and like that and like this and uh

Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom

Well I'm peeping and I'm creeping and I'm creep-in

But I damn near got caught, cause my beeper kept beeping

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 before

With a producer who can rap and control the maestro

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

On what me and my homie Snoop Dogg came to do

It's like this and like that and like this and uh

It's like that and like this and like that and uh

It's like this and who gives a fuck about those

So just chill till the next episode

You’ve got the feeling To rock the other side

You’ve got the feeling(Yeah, yeah)

Falling back on that ass, with a hellafied gangsta lean

Getting 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, ya see

Showing much flex when it's time to wreck a mic

Pimping hoes and clocking a grip like my name was Dolomite

Yeah, and it don't quit

I think they in the mood for some mothafuckin' G shit

(Hell yeah) so Dre (What's up Dogg?)

Gotta give them what they want (What's that, G?)

We gotta break 'em off something (Hell yeah)

And it's gotta be bumping, (City of Compton)

Is where it takes place so, when asked, your attention

Mobbing like a motherfucker but I ain't lynching

Dropping the funky shit that's making the sucker niggas 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 slipping

But if I got my Nina then you know I'm straight tripping

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

And if you bitches talk shit, I'll have to put the smack down

Yeah and you don't stop

I told you 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

Putting the shit together

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

Like this, that and this and uh

It's like that and like this and like that and uh

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

So just chill till the next episode

by og