Nuthin but a G Thang

Song Meaning of Nuthin but a G Thang by Dr Dre ft. Snoop Dog

Dr. Dre's debut solo track, a smooth and unmistakable kickback classic that would help define his career after the dissolution of N.W.A, lies at the crossroads of past and future West Coast hip-hop.

The producer and rapper admitted that before settling on the bass line from Leon Haywood's 1975 hit "I Want'a Do Something Freaky to You," he first sampled a Boz Scaggs song.

Dr. Dre first had to record his sections over the phone because Snoop was in jail when he was recording. I really needed to finish this demo, so when he called, I taped the phone receiver to the microphone, Dre recounted. In the back, you may hear jail noises.

Nuthing but a G Thang lyrics by Dr Dre

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 shit up

Give me the microphone first so I can bust like a bubble

Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble

Ain't nothing but a G thing, baby

Two loced out niggas going crazy

Death Row is the label that pays me

Unfadeable so please don't try to fade this (Hell yeah)

But, um, 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 bitch I have to find a contraceptive

You never know, she could be earning her man and learning her man

And at the same time burning her man

Now, you know I ain't with that shit, Lieutenant

Ain't no pussy 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

It's like this and like that and like this and a—

It's like that and like this and like that and a—

It's like this and like that and like this and a—

Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom

Well, I'm peeping and I'm creeping and I'm creeping

But I damn near got caught 'cause my beeper kept beeping

Now it's time for me to make my impression felt

So sit back, relax, and strap on your seat belt

You never been on a ride like this before

With a producer who can rap and control the micstro

At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick

You know and I know, I flow some old funky shit

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

It's like this and like that and like this and a—

It's like that and like this and like that and a—

It's like this, and who gives a fuck about those?

So just chill 'til the next episode

You've got the feeling

Rock the other side

You've got the feeling (Yeah, yeah)

Falling back on that ass with a hellafied gangster lean

Getting 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, you see

Showing much flex when it's time to wreck a mic

Pimping hoes and clocking a grip like my name was Dolemite

Yeah, and it don't quit

I think they in the mood for some motherfucking G shit (Hell yeah)

So, Dre (What up, Dogg?)

Gotta give 'em what they want (What's that, G?)

We gotta break 'em off something (Hell yeah)

And it's gotta be bumping (City of Compton)

Is where it takes place, so when asked, your attention

Mobbing like a motherfucker but I ain't lynching

Dropping the funky shit that's making the sucker niggas mumble

When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, they all crumble

Try to get close and your ass'll get smacked

My motherfucking homie Doggy Dogg has got my back

Never let me slip, 'cause if I slip, then I'm slipping

But if I got my nina, then you know I'm straight tripping

And I'ma continue to put the rap down, put the mac down

And if you bitches talk shit, I have to put the smack down

Yeah, and you don't stop

I told ya 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

Putting the shit together

Like my nigga D.O.C., no one can do it better

Like this, that and this and a—

It's like that and like this and like that and a—

It's like this, and who gives a fuck about those?

So just chill 'til the next episode

You've got the feeling

Rock the other side

You've got the feeling (Yeah, yeah)

You've got the feeling

Rock the other side

You've got the feeling (Yeah, yeah)

You've got the feeling

Rock the other side

You've got the feeling (Yeah, yeah)