Lyric Nuthin But A G Thang (Explicit Version)

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

Cause ain t nothin but a G thang, baaaaabay!
Two loced out niggass 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 bitch 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 you know I ain t with that shit, lieutenant
Cause ain t no pussy 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 maestro
At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick
You know, and I know, I funks up on funky shit[yeah]

To add to my collection, the selection
Symbolizes dope, take a toke 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 who gives a fuck about 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
Pimpin ho s and clockin a grip like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it don t quit
I think they in a mood for some mothafuckin G shit [Hell yeah]

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 takes place, so I m a ask your attention
Mobbin like a muvfucka but I ain t lynchin
Droppin the funky shit that s makin the suckas niggas mumble
When I m on the mic, it s like a cookie, they all crumble

Try to get close, and ya ass ll get smacked
My mothafuckin 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 bitches talk shit, 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 of dawn
C O M P T O N, and the city they call Long Beach
Puttin the shit together
Like my nigga 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 who gives a fuck about those?
So jus chill, til the next episode

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Patrick Lewis