Nuthin' But A 'g'thang

One, two, three, answer the phone
Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the door
Ready to make an entrance so back on up
Before I have to pull a strap on the cut
Gimme the microphone first so I can bust like a bubble
Compton and Long Beach together now you know you're in trouble
'Cause ain't nothin' but a G thang, baby
Two low down dudes goin' crazy
Death Row is a label that pays me
Unfadable, so please don't try to fade this (Hell yeah)
Now back to the lecture at hand
Perfection is perfected so I'ma let 'em understand
From a young G's perspective
And before me diggity-trick I have to find a contraceptive
You never know, she could be earnin' her man, learnin' her man
And at the same time burnin' her man
Now what's she burnin', I'm gon' chill for a minute
Ain't no lovin' good enough to get when I'm up in it (Yeah)
And that's realer than Real Deal and Holyfield
And now you hookers and hoes knowin' how I feel
Well, if it's good enough to give a p-p-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 a creepin' and a creepin'
But I damn near got capped 'cause the beeper kept beepin'
Now it's time for me to make the pressure felt
So sit back and relax and strap on the seatbelt
You never been on a ride like this before
With a producer who can rap and control the maestro
At the same time with a dope rhyme that I kick
You know and I know I brought some more funky sh— (Yeah)
To add to my collection, the selection, civilizing
Don't take a joke, but don't choke if you do
You'll have no clue of what me and my homie Snoop Dogg came to do

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It's like this (And we ain't got no love for Dogg)
So just chea to the next episode

Fallin' back on that ass with that 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
Show me much flexin' when it's time to wreck a mic
Peepin' hoes and clockin' the grip like my name is Dolemite
Yeah, and it don't quit
I think they in the mood for another one of those G hits
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 what takes place and national attention
Martin with the Dogg cryin' bow wow wow
Droppin' the funky tracks, makin' suckers just mumble
When I'm on the mic, it's like cookies, they all crumble
Try to get close and you're bound to get smacked
My little homie Snoop 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'm gonna continue to put my rap down, put my mack down
And if a woman wanna trip, I have to put my smack down
Yeah, you don't stop, I told ya, I'm just like a clock
When I tick and I tock-tock
But I'm never off, always on to the break of dawn
See ya when we see ya, we're in a city they call Long Beach
Puttin' straight together like our homie TLC
No one can do it better

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It's like that and like this and like that and a
It's like this (And we ain't got no love for 'Dro)
So just chea to the next episode