Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthin but a G Thang

One, two, and to the fo'
Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre are at the do'
to make an entrance, so back on up
('Cause you know we 'bout to rip up)

Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a
Compton and Beach together, now you know you in trouble

Ain't nothin' but a G thang,
Two out niggas, so we're crazy
Death Row is the that pays me
Un-fadable, so please try to fade this
(Hell, yeah)

But, uh, back to the at hand
Perfection is perfected, so, I'm 'a let 'em
From a G's perspective
And before me dig out a bitch, I have ta' a contraceptive

You never know she could be her man
And learnin' her man and at the same time her man
Now you know I ain't wit that shit,
Ain't no good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it

Now, that's realer than real deal
And now all you and ho's know how I feel
Well, if it's good to get broke off a proper chunk
I'll take a small piece of some of that funky

It's like this and that and like this and uh
It's like that and like and like that and uh
It's like this and that and like this and uh
Dre, creep to the mic like a

Well, I'm peepin' and I'm creepin' and I'm
But I damn near got caught 'cause my kept beepin'
Now, it's time for me to my impression felt
So, sit back, relax and strap on your

You never been on a like this befo'
a producer who can rap and control the maestro
At the same time with the rhyme that I kick
You know and I know, I flow some ol' funky

To add to my collection, the
dope, take a toke but don't choke
If ya' do, ya' have no
O' what me and my Snoop Dogg came to do

It's this and like that and like that and uh
It's like and like this and like that and uh
It's this, and who gives a fuck about those?
So, jus' 'til the next episode

We ain't got to be
('Cos over the project)
We ain't got to be
(Yeah, yeah)

Fallin' back on ass with a hellified gangsta' lean
Gettin' funky on the mic like a' old o' collard greens
the capital S, oh yes, the fresh N double O P
D O double G Y D O G, ya' see

Showin' much when it's time to wreck a mic
Pimpin' and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it don't
I think in a mood for some mothafuckin' G shit

So Dre., we gotta give 'em what dey
(What up What's that, G?)
We gotta break 'em off
(Hell, yeah)
And it's be bumpin'
(City of Compton)

where it takes place, so, I'ma ask your attention
Mobbin' a mothafucka but I ain't lynchin'
Droppin' the funky shit that's makin' the sucka niggaz
When I'm on the mic, it's a cookie, they all crumble

Try to get close and your get smacked
My mothafuckin' Doggy Dogg has got my back
Never let me slip 'cause if I slip, then I'm
But if I got my Nina, you know I'm straight trippin'

And I'm a continue to put the rap down, put the mack
And if your talk shit, I have ta' put the smack down
Yeah, and ya' don't
I told you I'm just like a when I tick and I tock

But I'm never off, on, 'til the break dawn
C O M P T O N and the city call Long Beach
the shit together
Like my D.O.C., no one can do it better

Like this, and this and uh
like that and like this and like and uh
It's like this, and who a fuck about those?
So, jus' chill, 'til the episode

We got to be there, we ain't got to be there
('Cos you're the project, yeah, yeah)
We ain't got to be there, we got to be there
('Cos you're the project, yeah, yeah)
We got to be there, we ain't got to be there
('Cos over the project, yeah, yeah)