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
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 Nigga's so we're crazy!
Death Row is the label that pays me!
Unfadable, so please don't try to fade this
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

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
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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
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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
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It's like this, and who gives a fuck about those
So jus' chill, 'til the next episode