Nuthin’ But A G Thang

One, two, three and to the fo'

Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the do'

Ready to make an entrance, so back on up

'Cause you know we're 'bout to rip, shit up

Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble

Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble

Ain't nuttin' but a G thang, baby, two loc'ed out niggaz so we're crazy

Death Row is the label that pays me

Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade this (hell, yeah)

But uhh, 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 bitch 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 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 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 seatbelt

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 homey 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, 'til the next episode

You've got the feeling

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, ya see

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

Pimpin' hoes and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolomite

Yeah, and it don't quit, I think they in the mood for some motherfuckin' G shit

(Hell, yeah)

So, Dre

(Wud up, Dogg?)

Gotta give 'em what they want

(What's that, G?)

We gotta break em off somethin'

(Hell, yeah)

And it's gotta be bumpin'

City of Compton

It's where it takes place so when asked, yo' attention

Mobbin' like a muh'fucker but I ain't lynchin'

Droppin' the funky shit that's makin' the sucka niggaz 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 slippin