Lyrical Breakdown of Nuthin' But A "G" Thang - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Nuthin' But A "G" Thang" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Dr Dre weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Nuthin' But A "G" Thang" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Dr Dre employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Dr Dre's narrative.

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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, 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 hellafied 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 (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 muh'fucker but I ain't lynchin' Droppin' the funky shit that's makin' the sucka niggaz 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