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Ice-T - Nuthin' But a G Thang lyrics
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're "bout to rip, s*** 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 nuttin" but a G thang, baby, two loc"ed out niggaz so we're crazy 'Death Row", is the label that pays me Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade this (Hell, yeah) But uhh, back to the lecture at hand Perfection is perfected, so I'ma let'em understand From a young G's perspective and before me dig out A b**** I have to 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 aint with that s***, Lieutenant Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it And that's realerthan real deal Holyfield And now you hookers and hoes know how I feel Well, if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk intake 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 creepin' 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 befoe 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 old funky s*** To add to my collection, the selection Symbolizes dope, take a toke, but don't choke If you do, you'll have no clue On what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do it's like this, and like that, and like this, and uh it's like that, and like this, and like that, and uh Its like this, and who gives a f*** about those? So just chill, til the next episode Fallin' back on that ass with a hellafied gangsta lean Gettin' funky on the mic like a old batch of collard greens Its the capital S, oh yes, I'm 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' hoes and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolomite Yeah, and it don't quit, I thinkthey in the mood For some motherfuckin' G s*** (Hell, yeah) So, Dre (Whattup, Dogg?) Gotta give em what they 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 when asked, yo" attention Mobbin' like a muhf***** but I ainl lynchin' Droppin' the funky s*** that's makin" the sucka niggaz mumble When I'm on the mic, its like a cookie they all crumble Try to get close and your ass'll get smacked My motherfuckin' 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'ma continue to put the rap down, put the mack down And if you b****** talk s***, I'll have to put the smack down Yeah, and you 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 to the break of dawn, COMPTON And the city they call Long Beach, puttin'the s""" together Like my nigga 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 Its like this, and who gives a f"** about those? So just chill, til the next episode. |
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