Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg - Nuthin' But a G" Thang lyrics

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 'bout 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 nuthin' but a G thang, baby
Two loced out niggas going 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 bitch
I have to 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 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 a
It's like that and like this
And like that and a
It's like this and like that
And like this and a
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 befo'
With a producer who can rap
And control the micstro
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
Of what me and my homie Snoop Dogg came to do

It's like this and like that
And like this and a
It's like that and like this
And like that and a it's like this
And who gives a fuck about those?
So just chill 'til the next episode
You've got the feeling rock the other side
You've got the feeling (yeah, yeah)

Fallin' back on that ass with
A hellafied gangsta lean
Gettin' 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
Showin' much flex when it's time
To wreck a mic
Pimpin' hoes and clockin' a grip
Like my name was Dolemite
Yeah, and it don't quit
I think they in the mood
For some motherfuckin' G shit (Hell yeah)
So, Dre (What up, Dogg?)
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)

Is where it takes place, so when asked
Your attention
Mobbin' like a motherfucker but
I ain't lynchin'
Droppin' the funky shit that's makin'
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 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 mac down
And if you bitches talk shit
I have to put the smack down
Yeah, and you don't stop
I told ya 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 shit together
Like my nigga DOC, no one can do it better

Like this, that and this and a
It's like that and like this
And like that and a it's like this
And who gives a fuck about those?
So just chill 'til the next episode

You've got the feeling rock the other side
You've got the feeling (yeah, yeah)
You've got the feeling rock the other side
You've got the feeling (yeah, yeah)
You've got the feeling rock the other side
You've got the feeling (yeah, yeah)