Dr. Dre - Nuthin’ But A G Thang lyrics

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 sh** 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 n***as so we're crazy d**h Row is the label that pays me Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade this 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 b**h 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 sh**, Lieutenant Ain't no p**y 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 beepin' 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 sh** 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 like that and like this and uh And who gives a f** about those? So just chill, til the next episode Falling back on that a**, 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 motherf**in' G sh** (Hell 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 bumpin' (City of Compton!) Is where it takes place so, when asked, your attention Mobbing like a motherf**er but I ain't lynchin' Dropping the funky sh** that's making the s**er n***as mumble When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie: they all crumble Try to get close, and your a**'ll get smacked My motherf**ing homie 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'mma continue to put the rap down, put the mack down And if you b**hes talk sh**, 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 sh** together Like my n***a D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better"