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 we 'bout to rip shit up)

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

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

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

You know she could be earnin' her man
And her man and at the same time burnin' her man
Now you I ain't wit that shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no pussy good to get burnt while I'm up in it

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

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

Well, I'm and I'm creepin' and I'm creep-in'
But I damn near got caught my beeper kept beepin'
Now, it's time for me to make my felt
So, sit back, relax and strap on seatbelt

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Like this, and this and uh
It's like and like this and like and uh
It's like this, and who gives a about those?
So, jus' chill, the next episode

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