Nuthin' but a 'G' Thang (feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg) (Explicit)

歌詞

One, two, three and to the four Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the door Ready to make an entrance so back on up 'Cause you know we're 'bout to rip shit up Give me the microphone first so I can bust like a bubble Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble Ain't nuthin' but a G thang, baby Two loced out niggas going crazy Death Row is the label that pays me Unfadeable so please don't try to fade this Hell yeah But, um, 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 a— It's like that and like this and like that and a— It's like this and like that and like this and a— 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 seat belt You never been on a ride like this befo' With a producer who can rap and control the micstro 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 Of what me and my homie Snoop Dogg came to do It's like this and like that and like this and a— It's like that and like this and like that and a— 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, you see Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic Pimpin' hoes and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolemite Yeah, and it don't quit I think they in the mood for some motherfuckin' G shit Hell yeah So, Dre What 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 Is where it takes place, so when asked, your attention Mobbin' like a motherfucker but I ain't lynchin' Droppin' the funky shit that's makin' 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 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 mac down And if you bitches talk shit, I have to put the smack down Yeah, and you don't stop I told ya 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 a— It's like that and like this and like that and a— 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