Ain't nuthin but a G thang with lyrics Chords

Tempo:
95 bpm
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Bm

B

F#m

C#

C#m

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Ain't nuthin but a G thang with lyrics chords
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[B] [Bm]
[B] [Bm]
One, two, [B] three and to the folks Snoop Doggy Dogg [Bm] and Dr.
Dre is at the dope
Ready to make an [B] entrance so back on up Cuz you know a bop [Bm] rips it up
Give me the microphone first so I can bust [F#m] like a bubble
Hoppin' and long beats together [Bm] now you know you in trouble
Ain't nothin' but a [B] G-Fang, baby Too [F#m] low-dop, nigga, so it [Bm] crazy
Death Row is the label [B] that pays me [Bm] Unfadable, so please don't try to fake it
But I'm back till the lecture [B] at hand Perfectionist, [Bm] perfectus, slow malady
I'm understandin' from a young [B] G's perspective And before me dig her a bitch [Bm] I have to find
a contraceptive You never know [B] she could be earnin' her man
And learnin' her [Bm] man And at the same time earnin' her man
Now you know I [B] ain't with that shit, lieutenant Ain't no pussy good enough [Bm] to get burned while
I'm a vent it And that's [C#] relevant, real deal, holy field
And now you [Bm] hookers and hoes know how I feel Well if it's [C#] good enough to get rolled up
a proper chunk [Bm] I take a small piece of some of that funky
stuff It's like [B] this and like that [F#m] and like this
and a It's like [Bm] that and like this and like that
and a It's like this [C#m] and like [F#m] that and like this
and a Drake [Bm] creep to the mic like a fan
Well I'm peepin' and I'm [B] creepin' and I'm creepin'
But I damn nigga kept, [Bm] just my beeper kept peepin'
Now it's time for me to [B] make my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and [Bm] strap on your seatbelt You never been on a ride [B] like this before
With a producer who can [Bm] rap and control the mic stroke
At the same time [B] with the dope rhyme that I kick
You know and [Bm] I know I flow some old funky shit
So [F#m] add to my collection, good selection [Bm] Symbolize it, don't take a toke but don't
choke If you [C#] do, you'll have no clue
Of what me and my homie [Bm] Snoop Dogg came to do
It's like this and like [B] that and like [F#] this and a
It's like that and like [Bm] this and like that and a
It's like this and [F#m] hookers don't fuck about those
So just chill [Bm] to the next episode
[C#] [F#m] [Bm]
[C#m] [F#m] [Bm]
Fallin' back on that ass, what a [Em] hell of five gangsta lane
Gettin' funky on the [Bm] mic like a old batch of collard greens
It's the [B] capital S-O-S impression, double O-P-P-O-double [Bm] G-Y-D-O-double G, you see
Showin' much [B] flex when it's time to wreck a mic
Pimpin' hoes been clockin' [Bm] a grip like my name was Dola Mike
Yeah, [B] and it don't quit I think they in the mood for some [Bm] motherfuckin' G shit
Something's right, [C#m] what up, dawg?
Gotta give em what they want, [Bm] what's that G?
We gotta break em off somethin', [E] yeah, [F#m] yeah And it's gotta be bumpin', [Bm] city of Compton
This where it takes place, so [B] I'ma ask your attention
Mobbin' like a motherfucker, [Bm] but I ain't lynchin'
Droppin' the funky shit that's makin' a [Em] stack of niggas mumble
When I'm on the mic, it's like a [Bm] cookie, they all crumple
Try to get close, say your [E] ass'll get smacked
My motherfuckin' homie Doggie [Bm] Dog has got my back
Never let me slip, cause if I [E] slip, then I'm slippin'
But if I got my Nina, then you [Bm] know I'm straight strippin'
And I'ma continue to put the rap [B] down, put the Mac down
And if your bitch is [Bm] tough shit, I have to put the smack down, yeah
[B] And you don't stop, I told you I'm just like [Bm] a clock
When I tick and I tock, but I'm never [C#] off, always on to the death
And don't see it when we D.O.N. [Bm] in the city, they call Long [B] Beach
Puttin' the shit together like my nigga D [Bm].O.C.
No one can do it better like this, [B] that, and this, and [F#m] a
It's like that and like [Bm] this, and like that, and a
It's like this, [C#m] then who gives a [F#m] fuck about those?
So just [Bm] chill, till the next episode
[C#] [Bm] [C#m] [F#m] [Bm]
[F#m] [Bm]
[C#m] [F#m] [Bm]
[C#] [Bm]
[C#m] [F#m] [Bm]
[F] [N]
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Bm
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B
12341112
F#m
123111112
C#
12341114
C#m
13421114
Bm
13421112
B
12341112
F#m
123111112
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To learn Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg - Nuthin But A G Thang chords, grasp the musical fabric of the song with this sequence - G, C#, C#m, Bm, F#m, C#, C#m, G, F#, B, F#m and Bm of chords. Set your pace at 47 BPM initially and then sync up with the song's BPM of 95. With the song's key of D Major, set your capo to fit your vocal range and chord choice.

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_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ One, two, [B] three and to the folks Snoop Doggy Dogg [Bm] and Dr.
Dre is at the dope
Ready to make an [B] entrance so back on up Cuz you know a bop [Bm] rips it up
Give me the microphone first so I can bust [F#m] like a bubble
Hoppin' and long beats together [Bm] now you know you in trouble
Ain't nothin' but a [B] G-Fang, baby Too [F#m] low-dop, nigga, so it [Bm] crazy
Death Row is the label [B] that pays me [Bm] Unfadable, so please don't try to fake it
But I'm back till the lecture [B] at hand Perfectionist, [Bm] perfectus, slow malady
I'm understandin' from a young [B] G's perspective And before me dig her a bitch [Bm] I have to find
a contraceptive You never know [B] she could be earnin' her man
And learnin' her [Bm] man And at the same time earnin' her man
Now you know I [B] ain't with that shit, lieutenant Ain't no pussy good enough [Bm] to get burned while
I'm a vent it And that's [C#] relevant, real deal, holy field
And now you [Bm] hookers and hoes know how I feel Well if it's [C#] good enough to get rolled up
a proper chunk [Bm] I take a small piece of some of that funky
stuff It's like [B] this and like that [F#m] and like this
and a It's like [Bm] that and like this and like that
and a It's like this [C#m] and like [F#m] that and like this
and a Drake [Bm] creep to the mic like a fan
Well I'm peepin' and I'm [B] creepin' and I'm creepin'
But I damn nigga kept, [Bm] just my beeper kept peepin'
Now it's time for me to [B] make my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and [Bm] strap on your seatbelt You never been on a ride [B] like this before
With a producer who can [Bm] rap and control the mic stroke
At the same time [B] with the dope rhyme that I kick
You know and [Bm] I know I flow some old funky shit
So [F#m] add to my collection, good selection [Bm] Symbolize it, don't take a toke but don't
choke If you [C#] do, you'll have no clue
Of what me and my homie [Bm] Snoop Dogg came to do
It's like this and like [B] that and like [F#] this and a
It's like that and like [Bm] this and like that and a
It's like this and [F#m] hookers don't fuck about those
So just chill [Bm] to the next episode
_ [C#] _ [F#m] _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [C#m] _ [F#m] _ _ _ [Bm]
Fallin' back on that ass, what a [Em] hell of five gangsta lane
Gettin' funky on the [Bm] mic like a old batch of collard greens
It's the [B] capital S-O-S impression, double O-P-P-O-double [Bm] G-Y-D-O-double G, you see
Showin' much [B] flex when it's time to wreck a mic
Pimpin' hoes been clockin' [Bm] a grip like my name was Dola Mike
Yeah, [B] and it don't quit I think they in the mood for some [Bm] motherfuckin' G shit
Something's right, [C#m] what up, dawg?
Gotta give em what they want, [Bm] what's that G?
We gotta break em off somethin', [E] yeah, [F#m] yeah And it's gotta be bumpin', [Bm] city of Compton
This where it takes place, so [B] I'ma ask your attention
Mobbin' like a motherfucker, [Bm] but I ain't lynchin'
Droppin' the funky shit that's makin' a [Em] stack of niggas mumble
When I'm on the mic, it's like a [Bm] cookie, they all crumple
Try to get close, say your [E] ass'll get smacked
My motherfuckin' homie Doggie [Bm] Dog has got my back
Never let me slip, cause if I [E] slip, then I'm slippin'
But if I got my Nina, then you [Bm] know I'm straight strippin'
And I'ma continue to put the rap [B] down, put the Mac down
And if your bitch is [Bm] tough shit, I have to put the smack down, yeah
[B] And you don't stop, I told you I'm just like [Bm] a clock
When I tick and I tock, but I'm never [C#] off, always on to the death
And don't see it when we D.O.N. [Bm] in the city, they call Long [B] Beach
Puttin' the shit together like my nigga D [Bm].O.C.
No one can do it better like this, [B] that, and this, and [F#m] a
It's like that and like [Bm] this, and like that, and a
It's like this, [C#m] then who gives a [F#m] fuck about those?
So just [Bm] chill, till the next episode
_ [C#] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ [F#m] _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [C#m] _ [F#m] _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [C#m] _ [F#m] _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ [N] _

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