Nuthin But A G Thang Lyrics - Chronicles: Death Row Classics - Dr. Dre

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're 'bout 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 nuttin' but a G thang, baby, two loc'ed out niggaz so we're crazy 

'Death Row', is the label that pays me 

Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade this 

(Hell, yeah) 

But uhh, 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 

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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 

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 seatbelt 

You never been on a ride like this befoe 

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 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 just chill, 'til the next episode 

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, 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 motherfuckin' G shit 

(Hell, yeah) 

So, Dre 

(Whattup, 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) 

It's where it takes place so when asked, yo' attention 

Mobbin' like a muh'fucker but I ain't lynchin' 

Droppin' the funky shit that's makin' the sucka niggaz 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 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, 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 just chill, 'til the next episode