Nuthin' But a "G" Thang

It's the capital S, oh yes, I'm fresh, N double O P
And the city they call Long Beach, puttin' the shit together
Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it
We gotta break em off somethin'

It's where it takes place so when asked, yo' attention
Yeah, and it don't quit, I think they in the mood
Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade this

And now you hookers and hoes know how I feel

At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick
You never been on a ride like this befoe

'Cause you know we're 'bout to rip, shit up
Gotta give em what they want
Symbolizes dope, take a toke, but don't choke
Gettin' funky on the mic like a old batch of collard greens
With a producer who can rap and control the maestro

Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble
But I damn near got caught, 'cause my beeper kept beepin'
Ready to make an entrance, so back on up
Like this, that, and this, and uh
My motherfuckin' homie Doggy Dogg has got my back
(What's that, G?)
To add to my collection, the selection
Always on to the break of dawn, C O M P T O N
Ain't nuttin' but a G thang, baby, two loc'ed out niggaz so we're crazy
Perfection is perfected, so I'ma let 'em understand
It's like this, and like that, and like this, and uh
It's like this, and who gives a fuck about those?
Pimpin' hoes and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolomite

It's like that, and like this, and like that, and uh
Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom
A bitch I have to find a contraceptive
So just chill, 'til the next episode

Well, if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk
So, Dre
Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble
I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff
When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie they all crumble

(City of Compton)
Well, I'm peepin', and I'm creepin', and I'm creepin'

But if I got my nina, then you know I'm straight trippin'
(Hell, yeah)

'Death Row', is the label that pays me
Droppin' the funky shit that's makin' the sucka niggaz mumble
Like my nigga D O C, no one can do it better
It's like that, and like this, and like that, and uh
It's like that, and like this, and like that, and uh
On what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do
But uhh, back to the lecture at hand
So, sit back, relax, and strap on your seatbelt
And I'ma continue to put the rap down, put the mack down

It's like this, and who gives a fuck about those?

From a young G's perspective and before me dig out
Now, it's time for me to make my impression felt
You never know she could be earnin' her man

(Hell, yeah)
And learnin' her man and at the same time burnin' her man
It's like this, and like that, and like this, and uh
When I tick and I tock, but I'm never off
D O double G Y, D O double G, ya see
(Hell, yeah)

Never let me slip, 'cause if I slip, then I'm slippin'
Yeah, and you don't stop, I told you I'm just like a clock
For some motherfuckin' G shit
And if you bitches talk shit, I'll have to put the smack down
And that's realer than real deal Holyfield
And it's gotta be bumpin'

It's like this, and like that, and like this, and uh
Try to get close and your ass'll get smacked
(Whattup, Dogg?)
If you do, you'll have no clue
Now, you know I ain't with that shit, Lieutenant
Mobbin' like a muh'fucker but I ain't lynchin'
Fallin' back on that ass with a hellafied gangsta lean
You know, and I know, I flow some old funky shit
Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic