Dr DreAint Nothin 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 '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 nothin' but a G thang, baby Two loc'ed out nigga's so we're crazy Death Row is the label that pays 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 let 'em understand From a young G's perspective And before me dig out a bitch I have ta' 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 wit that shit, Lieutenant Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it Now that's realer than real deal Holy field And now all you hookas and ho's 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 creep-in' 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 befo' 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 ol' funky shit To add to my collection, the selection Symbolizes dope, take a toke, but don't choke If ya' do, ya' have no clue O' what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do It's like this and like that and like that and uh It's like that and like this and like that and uh It's like this, than who gives a fuck about those? So jus' chill, 'til the next episode We ain't got to be there 'Cause you're over the project We ain't got to be there (Yeah, yeah) Fallin' back on that ass 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 Pimpin' ho's and clockin' a grip Like my name was Dolomite, yeah and it don't quit I think they in a mood for some mothafuckin' G shit 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 bumpin' (City of Compton) It's where it takes place so I'm a ask your attention Mobbin' like a mothafucka 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 mothafuckin' 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'm a continue to put the rap down, put the mack down And if your bitches talk shit, 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 P, and the city they call Long Beach Puttin' the shit together Like my nigger 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, than who gives a fuck about those? So jus' chill, 'til the next episode We ain't got to be there ('Cause you're over the project) We ain't got to be there (Yeah, yeah) We ain't got to be there ('Cause you're over the project) We ain't got to be there (Yeah, yeah!) We ain't got to be there ('Cause you're over the project) We ain't got to be there (Yeah, yeah!)
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