Nothin’ But a ‘G’ Thang

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 **** 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 ******, so we're crazy
Death 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 ***** 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 ****, Lieutenant
Ain't no ***** 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
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 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 **** rhyme that I kick
You know and I know, I flow some old funky ****
To add to my collection, the selection symbolizes ****
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
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 **** about those?
So just chill 'til the next episode
You've got the feeling
To rock the other side
You've got the feeling (Yeah, yeah)
Falling back on that ass, 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 ***********' G ****
(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)
Is where it takes place, so when asked, your attention
Mobbin' like a ************, but I ain't lynchin'
Dropping the funky ****
That's making the sucker ****** mumble
When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie; they all crumble
Try to get close, and your ass'll get smacked
My ************' 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 ******* talk ****, 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 **** together
Like my ***** 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 **** about those?
So just chill 'til the next episode
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)
You've got the feeling
To rock the other side