Nuthin' But A G Thang Chords by Dr. Dre Snoop Dogg

[Intro]
E7 A Bm A Bm
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[Verse]
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One two three and to the fo'
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Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr Dre is at the do'
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Ready to make an entrance so back on up 
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'cause you know we're 'bout to rip shit up
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Gimme the microphone first so I can bust like a bubble
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Compton and Long Beach together now you know you in trouble
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Ain't nuttin' but a G thang baby two loc'ed out niggaz so we're crazy
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Death Row is the label that pays me
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Unfadeable so please don't try to fade this
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But uhh back to the lecture at hand ■  
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Perfection is perfected so I'ma let 'em understand
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From a young G's perspective and before me dig out
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A bitch I have to find a contraceptive
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You never know she could be earnin' her man
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And learnin' her man and at the same time burnin' her man
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Now you know I ain't with that shit Lieutenant
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Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it


[Chorus]
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And that's realer than real deal Holyfield
                        Bm                  
And now you hookers and hoes know how I feel
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Well if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk
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I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff
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It's like this and like that and like this and uh
                        Bm                       
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
                        F#7                      
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
             B7             Bm     
Dre creep to the mic like a phantom


[Verse]
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Well I'm peepin' and I'm creepin' and I'm creepin'
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But I damn near got caught 'cause my beeper kept beepin'
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Now it's time for me to make my impression felt
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So sit back relax and strap on your seatbelt
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You never been on a ride like this before
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With a producer who can rap and control the maestro
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At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick
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You know and I know I flow some old funky shit


[Chorus]
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To add to my collection the selection
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Symbolizes dope take a toke but don't choke
          C#7                
If you do you'll have no clue
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On what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do
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It's like this and like that and like this and uh
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It's like that and like this and like that and uh
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It's like this and who gives a fuck about those
        C#7                        
So just chill 'til the next episode
               C#7    
You've got the feeling
Bm                 
Rock the other side


[Verse]
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You've got the feeling ■  ■  
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Fallin' back on that ass with a hellafied gangsta lean
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Gettin' funky on the mic like a old batch of collard greens
                      A                        
It's the capital S oh yes I'm fresh N double OP
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Do double GY DO double G ya see
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Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic
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Pimpin' hoes and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolomite
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Yeah and it don't quit I think they in the mood for some motherfuckin' G shit
   C#7
So Dre
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Gotta give 'em what they want
                      C#7      
We gotta break em off somethin'
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And it's gotta be bumpin'
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City of Compton
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It's where it takes place so when asked yo' attention
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Mobbin' like a muh'fucker but I ain't lynchin'
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Droppin' the funky shit that's makin' the sucka niggaz mumble
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When I'm on the mic it's like a cookie they all crumble
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Try to get close and your ass'll get smacked
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My motherfuckin' homie Doggy Dogg has got my back
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Never let me slip 'cause if I slip then I'm slippin'
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But if I got my nina then you know I'm straight trippin'
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And I'ma continue to put the rap down put the Mack down
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And if you bitches talk shit I'll have to put the smack down
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Yeah and you don't stop I told you I'm just like a clock
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When I tick and I tock but I'm never off
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Always on to the break of dawn COMPTON
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And the city they call Long Beach puttin' the shit together
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Like my nigga DOC no one can do it better
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Like this that and this and uh
          Bm7           Bm                     C#7
It's like that and like this and like that and uh 
               F#7                  C#7        
It's like this and who gives a fuck about those
              C#7                  
So just chill 'til the next episode
Bm                    
You've got the feeling
Bm                 
Rock the other side
Bm                    
You've got the feeling
               Bm     
You've got the feeling
C#7                
Rock the other side
F#7                   
You've got the feeling
F#7                   
You've got the feeling
               Bm  
Rock the other side
           Bm         
You've got the feeling


[Chorus]
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