Nuthin But A G Thang Lyrics

Nuthin But A G Thang lyrics

One, two, three and to the fo'
Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre are at the
do'
Ready to make an entrance, so back on up
[Before I have to pull the
scrap out the cut]

Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a
bubble
Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in
trouble

'Cause ain't nothin' but a G thang, baaaaabay!
Two loced out
G's so we're craaaaazay!
Death Row is the label that paaaaays
me!
Unfadable, so please don't try to fade this [Hell yeah]

But, uh,
back to the lecture at hand
Perfection is perfected, so I'm a land 'em,
understand?
>From a young G's perspective
And before me dig out a trick I
have ta' find a contraceptive

You never know she could be earnin' her
man,
Learnin' her man, and at the same time burnin' her man
Now when
she's burnin' I'm a chill for a minute
'Cause ain't no lovin' good enough to
get burned while I'm up in it [Yeah]

Now that's realer than real-deal
Holyfield
And now all you hookas and ho's know how I feel
Well if it's
good enough to give 'em all a proper chunk
I'll take a small piece of some
of that funky stuff

[Chorus 1]
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 creep-in'
But I
damn near got capped, '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 befo'
With a producer who
can rap and control the micro
At the same time with the dope rhyme that I
kick
You know, and I know, I funks up on funky sh-[yeah]

To add to my
collection, the selection
Symbolizes dope, take a tope but don't choke
If
ya' do, ya' have no clue
O' what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to
do

[Chorus 2]
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
we ain't got no love for those
So jus' chill, 'til the next
episode

[Tha' mix]

Fallin' back on that ass with a hellified
gangsta' lean
Gettin' funky on the mic like a' old batch o' collard
greens
It's the capital S, oh yes, the 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
Hippin' ho's and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and
it don't quit
I think they in a mood for another one a' those G
hits

So Dre. [What up Dogg?]
We gotta give 'em what dey 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's explained, so I'm a ask your
attention
Mobbin' with the dog pound [Bow wow wow]
Droppin' the funky
tracks is makin' the suckas jus' mumble
When I'm on the mic, it's like a
cookie, they all crumble

Try to get close, and you're bound ta' get
smacked
My little homey Snoop Doggy Dogg has got my back
Never let me
slip, 'cause if I slip, then I'm slippin'
But if I got my Nina, then you
know I'm straight trippin'

And I'm a continue to put the rap down, put
the mac down
And if your woman wanna trip, I have ta' put the smack
down
Yeah, and ya' 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 'til the break dawn
C O
M P T O N, and the city they call Long Beach
Puttin' the strength
together
Like my homey D.O.C., no one can do it better

[Chorus
3]
Like this, that and this and uh
It's like that and like this and like
that and uh
It's like this, and we ain't got no love for those
So jus'
chill, 'til the next episode