Nuthin' but a G'thang

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 we 'bout had to rip shit 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 thang, baby!

Two loc'ed out G's so we're crazy!

Death Row is the label that pays me!

Unfadable, so please don't try to fade this (Hell yeah)

But, uh, back to the lecture at hand

Perfection is perfected, so I'm 'a let 'em understand

From a young G's perspective

And before me dig out a bitch 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 wit 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 hookas 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 seat belt

You never been on a ride like this befo'

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 shit

To add to my collection, the selection

Symbolizes dope, take a toke, but don't choke

If ya' do, ya' have no clue

O' 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 fuck about those?

So jus' chill, 'til the next episode

Fallin' back on that ass with a hellified gangsta' lean

Gettin' funky on the mic like a' old batch o' collard greens

It's the capital S, oh yes, the 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' ho's and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolomite

Yeah, and it don't quit

I think they in a mood for some motherfucking G shit

So Dre. (What up Dogg?)

We 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 I'm a ask your attention

Mobbing like a motherfucker but I ain't lynching

Droppin' 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 motherfucking homie Doggy Dogg has 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'm a continue to put the rap down, put the mack down

And if your bitches talk shit, I have ta' put the smack down

Yeah, and ya' 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, 'til the break dawn

C-O-M-P-T-O-N, and the city they call Long Beach

Puttin' 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 jus' chill, 'til the next episode