Nuthin' But A G Thang
[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]1, 2, 3 and to the 4Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the doorReady 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 bubbleCompton and Long Beach together, now you know you in troubleAin't nothing but a G thang, babyTwo loc'ed out niggas so we're crazyDeath Row is the label that pays meUnfadeable so please don't try to fade thisBut um, back to the lecture at handPerfection is perfected, so I'mma let 'em understandFrom a young G's perspectiveAnd before me dig out a bitch I have to find a contraceptiveYou never know, she could be earning her manAnd learning her man and at the same time burning her manNow you know I ain't with that shit, LieutenantAin't no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it (Yeah)And that's realer than Real-Deal HolyfieldAnd now you hookers and hoes know how I feelWell, if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunkI'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff
[Hook: Dr. Dre and Snoop]It's like this and like that and like this and uhIt's like that and like this and like that and uhIt's like this and like that and like this and uhDre, creep to the mic like a phantom
[Verse 2: Dr. Dre]Well I'm peeping and I'm creeping and I'm creep-inBut I damn near got caught, cause my beeper kept beepingNow it's time for me to make my impression feltSo sit back, relax and strap on your seat beltYou never been on a ride like this beforeWith a producer who can rap and control the maestroAt the same time with the dope rhyme that I kickYou know and I know, I flow some old funky shitTo add to my collection, the selectionSymbolizes dope, take a toke but don't chokeIf you do, you'll have no clueOn what me and my homie Snoop Dogg came to do
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[Bridge]And who gives a fuck about thoseSo just chill, 'til the next episode
[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]Falling back on that ass, with a hellafied gangsta leanGetting funky on the mic like a old batch of collard greensIt's the capital S, oh yes I'm fresh, N double-O PD O double G Y, D O double G, ya seeShowing much flex when it's time to wreck a micPimping hoes and clocking a grip like my name was DolomiteYeah, and it don't quitI think they in the mood for some mothafuckin' G shitHell yeah so Dre (whattup 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
[Verse 4: Dr. Dre]Is where it takes place so, when asked, your attentionMobbing like a motherfucker but I ain't lynchingDropping the funky shit that's making the sucker niggas mumbleWhen I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie: they all crumbleTry to get close, and your ass'll get smackedMy motherfuckin' homie Doggy Dogg has got my backNever let me slip, cause if I slip then I'm slippingBut if I got my Nina then you know I'm straight trippingAnd I'mma continue to put the rap down, put the mack downAnd if you bitches talk shit, I'll have to put the smack downYeah and you don't stopI told you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I tockBut I'm never off, always on to the break of dawnC-O-M-P-T-O-N and the city they call Long BeachPutting the shit togetherLike my nigga D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better"
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