Dr. Dre feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg Nuthing but a g thang Lyrics

One, two, three and to the fo'
Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre are at the do'
Ready to make an entrance, so back on up
[Before I have to pull the scrap out the cut]
Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a
bubble
Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you
in trouble
'Cause ain't nothin' but a G thang, baaaaabay!
Two loced out G's so we're craaaaazay!
Death Row is the label that paaaaays 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 land 'em,
understand?
>From a young G's perspective
And before me dig out a trick I have ta' find a
contraceptive
You never know she could be earnin' her man,
Learnin' her man, and at the same time burnin'
her man
Now when she's burnin' I'm a chill for a minute
'Cause ain't no lovin' good enough to get burned
while I'm up in it [Yeah]
Now that's realer than real-deal Holyfield
And now all you hookas and ho's know how I feel
Well if it's good enough to give 'em all a proper
chunk
I'll take a small piece of some of that funky
stuff
[Chorus 1]
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 d___ near got capped, '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 befo'
With a producer who can rap and control the
micro
At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick
You know, and I know, I funks up on funky
sh-[yeah]
To add to my collection, the selection
Symbolizes dope, take a tope but don't choke
If ya' do, ya' have no clue
O' what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do
[Chorus 2]
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 we ain't got no love for
those
So jus' chill, 'til the next episode
[Tha' mix]
Fallin' back on that a__ 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
Hippin' ho's and clockin' a grip like my name was
Dolomite
Yeah, and it don't quit
I think they in a mood for another one a' those G
hits
So Dre. [What up Dogg?]
We gotta give 'em what dey want [What's that,
G?]
We gotta break 'em off somethin' [Hell yeah]
And it's gotta be b__pin' [City of Compton!]
It's where it's explained, so I'm a ask your
attention
Mobbin' with the dog pound [Bow wow wow]
Droppin' the funky tracks is makin' the suckas
jus' mumble
When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, they all
crumble
Try to get close, and you're bound ta' get
smacked
My little homey 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 a continue to put the rap down, put the
mac down
And if your woman wanna trip, 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 strength together
Like my homey D.O.C., no one can do it better
[Chorus 3]
Like this, that and this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and
uh
It's like this, and we ain't got no love for
those
So jus' chill, 'til the next episode