Snoop Dogg - Nuthing But a G Thang lyrics

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 about to rip sh** up) Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble Ain't nothin' but a "G" thing, 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 uh, 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 ta' find a contraceptive You never know she could be earnin' her man And learnin' her man, and at the same time burnin' 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 hooka's and ho's 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 peepin', and I'm creepin', 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 seatbelt 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 ol' 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 who gives a f** about hoes? So just chill, til the next episode Fallin' back on that a**, with a hellified gangsta lean Gettin' funky on the mic like a ol' batcha' 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 Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic Pimpin' hoes and clockin' 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, (What up Dog?) Gotta give 'em what they 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 when asked, yo' attention Mobbin' like a motherf**er, but I ain't lynchin' Droppin' the funky sh** that's makin' 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 yo 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 Puttin' the sh** together Like my n***a D.O.C., "No One Can Do It Better" 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 hoes? So just chill, 'til the next episode