Nuthin But A G Thang

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 shit 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 niggas 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'mma let 'em understand
 From a young G's perspective
 And before me dig out a bitch 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 shit, Lieutenant
 Ain't no pussy 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 beeping
 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 shit
 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 2: Dr. Dre and 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 fuck about those
 So just chill till 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, 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 mothafuckin' G shit
 (Hell yeah) so Dre (What's up 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)
 Is where it takes place so, when asked, your attention
 Mobbing like a motherfucker but I ain't lynching
 Dropping the funky shit that's making the sucker niggas 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 motherfuckin' homie Doggy Dogg has got my back
 Never let me slip, cause if I slip then I'm slipping
 But if I got my Nina then you know I'm straight tripping
 And I'mma continue to put the rap down, put the mack down
 And if you bitches talk shit, 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 shit together
 Like my nigga 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 fuck about those?
 So just chill till 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
 You've got the feeling
 (Yeah, yeah)