Dr. Dre (featuring Snoop Doggy Dogg) – “Nuthin’ but a ‘G’ Thang”

September 30, 2022

“Nuthin’ but a ‘G’ Thang” was a hit single released on November 19, 1992, by Dr. Dre through Death Row and Interscope labels. 

The single was part of Dr. Dre’s debut solo album, The Chronic Studio.

The single also features the one and only Snoop Dogg. We’ve collected a list of cool facts.

Fun Facts

  • This song was released on November 19, 1992.
  • While Dr. Dre performed the song, he didn’t write it. Tracy Curry, Calvin Broadus and Otha Haywood all contributed to writing “Nuthin’ but a ‘G’ Thang.” Dr. Dre took care of the production aspects.
  • On March 20, 1993, “Nuthin’ but a ‘G’ Thang” reached second place on the Billboard Hot 100. “Informer” by Snow took first place.
  • “Nuthin’ but a ‘G’ Thang” is the fifth track on The Chronic studio album. The album has 16 singles.
  • “Nuthin’ but a ‘G’ Thang” was listed as one of the 500 songs that have reshaped rock and roll by the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
  •  In 1998, Kansas Senator Sam Brownback voiced concerns about the music industry marketing “its most violent and misogynist music to teens.” These concerns led to advisory labels for music. 
  • Snoop Dogg’s real name is Calvin Cordozar Broadus Jr; he turns 51 in 2022. 
  • Snoop has an estimated net worth of $150 million.
  • Dr. Dre’s real name is Andre Romelle Young; he turns 58 in 2023.

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 shit 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 niggas, so we’re crazy

Death Row is the label that pays me

Unfadeable, so please don’t try to fade this (hell yeah)

But, uh, 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 earnin’ her man

And learnin’ her man, and at the same time burnin’ 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 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 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 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 uh

It’s like that and like this and like that and uh

It’s like this

And who gives a fuck about those?

So just chill ’til the next episode

Fallin’ back on that ass with a hellified 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 motherfuckin’ G shit (hell yeah)

So, Dre (what up, Dog?)

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)

Is where it takes place, so when asked, yo’ attention

Mobbin’ like a motherfucker, but I ain’t lynchin’

Droppin’ the funky shit that’s makin’ 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 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 bitches talk shit, 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 shit 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

It’s like this

And who gives a fuck 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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