Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthin but a G Thang

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

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

Ain't but a G thang, baby
Two loc'ed out niggas, so 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
Perfection is perfected, so, I'm 'a let 'em
From a young G's
And me dig out a bitch, I have ta' find a contraceptive

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

Now, that's realer real deal Holyfield
And now all you hookas and 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 stuff

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

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

You never been on a ride like 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 some ol' shit

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

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

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

Fallin' back on that ass with a gangsta' 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 G Y D O double G, ya' see

Showin' much flex when it's time to a mic
Pimpin' ho's and clockin' a grip like my was Dolomite
Yeah, and it quit
I think they in a mood for some G shit

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

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

Try to get close and your ass'll get
My mothafuckin' homie Dogg has got my back
Never let me slip 'cause if I slip, then I'm
But if I got my Nina, then you know I'm 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 when I tick and I tock

But I'm never off, always on, 'til the dawn
C O M P T O N and the they call Long Beach
Puttin' the together
my nigger D.O.C., no one can do it better

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

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