Correction Lyrics Nuthin’ But a G Thang (Klean Mix) by Snoop Dogg

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Lyrics

One, two, three and to the four
Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the door
Ready to make an entrance, so back on up
'Cause you know we're 'bout to rip it 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 mofo's going crazy
Death Row is the label that pays me
Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade this [DD] heck yeah
But, uh, back to the lecture at hand
Perfection is perfected, so I'ma let 'em undеrstand
From a young G's perspective
And bеfore me dig out a chick 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 ain't with that dip, Lieutenant
Ain't no girl good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it
(Yeah) And that's realer than 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
I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff

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{Verse 2 Dre Dre & Snoop Dogg}

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 capped '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 before
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 ish
To add to my collection, the selection
Symbolizes dope, take a toke, but don't choke
If you do, you'll have no clue
Of what me and my homie Snoop Dogg came to do

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It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this
([DD]And who gives a f**k about those?)
(SD] So just chill 'til the next episode)

Fallin' back on that ba** with a bellified gangsta lean
Gettin' funky on the mic like a old batch of collard greens
It's 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 think they in the mood for some motherf**kin' G sh*t ([DD] heck yeah)
So, Dre ([DD] what up Dog?)
Gotta give 'em what they want ([DD] what's that, G?)
We gotta break 'em off somethin' ([DD] heck yeah)
And it's gotta be bumpin' ([DD & SD] city of Compton)

Is where it takes place, so when asked, yo' attention
Mobbin' like a lil' boy but I ain't lynchin'
Droppin' the funky stuf that's makin' the sucker dudes mumble
When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, they all crumble
Try to get close and your b***'ll get clapped
My guy, my 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 chickens talk smack, 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
C-O-M-P-T-O-N, and the city they call Long Beach
Puttin' the sh*t together
Like my n***a 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
And who gives a f**k about those?
So just chill, 'til the next episode

You've got the feelin'
Rock the other side
You've got the feelin' (yeah, yeah)
You've got the feelin'
Rock the other side
You've got the feelin' (yeah, yeah)
You've got the feelin'
Rock the other side
You've got the feelin' (yeah, yeah)

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