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'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
 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 (yeah)
 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 before
 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
 You've got the feeling
 Rock the other side
 You've got the feeling (yeah, yeah)
 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
 (Wud up, 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
 You've got the feeling
 Rock the other side
 You've got the feeling (yeah, yeah)
 You've got the feeling
 Rock the other side
 You've got the feeling (yeah, yeah)
 You've got the feeling
 Rock the other side
 You've got the feeling (yeah, yeah)