Chris "The Glove" Taylor - Nuthin' But a “G” Thang lyrics

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Chris "The Glove" Taylor - Nuthin' But a “G” Thang lyrics

[Produced by Dr. Dre] [Verse 1: Snoop Dogg] One, two, three and to the four 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're 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 (Hell yeah) But um, 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 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 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 [Hook: Dr. Dre + Snoop Dogg] 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 [Verse 2: Dr. Dre] 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 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 homie Snoop Dogg came to do [Hook: Dr. Dre + Snoop Dogg] 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 f** about those? So just chill 'til the next episode [Refrain: Kid Dynamite + Public Enemy (Congress Alley)] You've got the feeling To rock the other side You've got the feeling (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 3: Snoop Dogg] 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, you 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 mothaf**in' G sh** (Hell yeah) So Dre (What's up, Dogg?) Gotta give them what they want (What's that, G?) We gotta break 'em off somethin' (Hell yeah) And it's gotta be bumpin' (City of Compton) [Verse 4: Dr. Dre] Is where it takes place, so when asked, your attention Mobbin' 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**in' 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'ma 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 [Hook: Dr. Dre + Snoop Dogg] 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 f** about those? So just chill 'til the next episode [Refrain: Kid Dynamite + Public Enemy (Congress Alley)] You've got the feeling To rock the other side You've got the feeling (Yeah, yeah) You've got the feeling To rock the other side You've got the feeling (Yeah, yeah)