Chords for Nuthin' But A "G" Thang
Tempo:
94.85 bpm
Chords used:
Bm
C#m
F#m
B
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[B] [Bm]
[B] [Bm]
One, [C#] two, three into the folk sloop Doggy [Bm] Dogg and Dr.
Ready to make [C#m] an entrance so back on up Cause you know we're about [Bm] to rip shit up
first so I can [C#m] bust like a bubble
nothin' but [B] a G-Bang, baby Too [Bm] loafed up, make us all went crazy
Row is the [B] label that pays me Unfadeable, so [Bm] please don't try to fake this
back to the [C#m] lecture at hand Perfection is [Bm] perfected so I'ma let him understand
[B] [Bm]
One, [C#] two, three into the folk sloop Doggy [Bm] Dogg and Dr.
Ready to make [C#m] an entrance so back on up Cause you know we're about [Bm] to rip shit up
first so I can [C#m] bust like a bubble
nothin' but [B] a G-Bang, baby Too [Bm] loafed up, make us all went crazy
Row is the [B] label that pays me Unfadeable, so [Bm] please don't try to fake this
back to the [C#m] lecture at hand Perfection is [Bm] perfected so I'ma let him understand
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Bm
C#m
F#m
B
E
Bm
C#m
F#m
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
One, [C#] two, three into the folk sloop Doggy [Bm] Dogg and Dr.
Dre is at the dope
Ready to make [C#m] an entrance so back on up Cause you know we're about [Bm] to rip shit up
Give me the microphone first so I can [C#m] bust like a bubble
Hoppin' in long beats [Bm] together now you know you in trouble
Ain't nothin' but [B] a G-Bang, baby Too [Bm] loafed up, make us all went crazy
Death Row is the [B] label that pays me Unfadeable, so [Bm] please don't try to fake this
But uh, back to the [C#m] lecture at hand Perfection is [Bm] perfected so I'ma let him understand
From a [C#m] young G's perspective And before me digger the [Bm] bitch I have to
find the contraceptive You never [C#m] know she could be earnin' her man
and learnin' her man [Bm] And at the same time burnin' her man
Now you know [B] I ain't with that shit, lieutenant Ain't no pussy good [Bm] enough to get burned while
I'm a fentanyl And that's [F#m] relevant, real deal, holy field
And now you [Bm] hookers and hoes know how I feel But if it's [F#m] good enough to get broke off a
proper chunk I'd take a [Bm] small piece of some of that funky stuff
It's like [E] this and like [F#m] that and like this and uh
It's like [Bm] that and like this and like that and uh
It's like [B] this and like [C#m] that and like this and uh
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 near got [Bm] caught cause my beeper kept beepin'
Now it's time for me to [C#m] make my impression felt
So sit back, relax, [Bm] and strap on your seatbelt You never been on a ride [B] like this before
Who the fabucel who can [Bm] rap and control the mic stroke
At the same time [E] with the dope rhyme that I kick
You know and [Bm] I know I throw some more funky shit
To [C#] add to my collection, this election [Bm] symbolizes dope
Take a toke but don't choke, if you [C#] do you'll have no clue
Of what me and my [Bm] homie Snoop Dogg came to do
It's like this and like [C#m] that and like [F#m] this and uh
It's like that and like [Bm] this and like that and uh
It's like this and who [C#m] gives a fuck about those
So just chill [Bm] to the next episode
_ [Dm] _ [F#m] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ [C#] _ [F#m] _ _ _ [Bm] Fallin' back on that ass, what a [E] hell of five gangsta lately
Gettin' funky on the [Bm] mic like a old Mexican collard green
It's the [E] capital S-O-S-O-F-R-E-S-S-O-P-P-O-D-O-D [Bm]-Y-D-O-D-O-D, you see
Showin' much [B] flex when it's time to wreck a mic
Pimpin' hoes been clockin' a [Bm] grip like my name was Dolemite
Yeah, [C#m] and it don't quit
I think they in the mood for some [Bm] motherfuckin' G shit
Something's right, [E] gotta [F#m] give em what they want
[Bm] What's that G?
We gotta break em off something, [C#m] kill, yeah
And it's gotta be bumpin', [Bm] city of pumpin'
Where it take place, so when [E] that show attention
Mobbin' like a motherfucker, [Bm] but I ain't lynchin'
Droppin' the funky shit that's makin' the [B] sucka niggas mumble
[E] When I'm on the mic, it's like a [Bm] cookie, they all crumble
Try to get close, say your [B] ass'll get smacked
My motherfuckin' [Bm] homie Doggie Dogg 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 know [Bm] I'm straight strippin'
And I'ma continue to put the rap [C#m] down, put the Mac down
And if your bitch is tough [Bm] shit, I have to put the smack down
Yeah, and [B] it don't stop
I told you I'm [Bm] just like a clock, when I tick, then I tock
But I'm never [E] off, always on, till the break of dawn
See you in [Bm] PTON, and the city they call Long Beach
[C#m] Puttin' the shit together, like my nigga D.O. [Bm].C No one can do it better like this, [Em] that, and this And a, it's like that, [Bm] and like this, and like that And a, it's like this, then who [F#m] gives a fuck about those? So just chill, [Bm] till the next episode _ _ [C#] _ [F#m] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ [F] _ [F#m] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ [C#m] _ [F#m] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [N] _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
One, [C#] two, three into the folk sloop Doggy [Bm] Dogg and Dr.
Dre is at the dope
Ready to make [C#m] an entrance so back on up Cause you know we're about [Bm] to rip shit up
Give me the microphone first so I can [C#m] bust like a bubble
Hoppin' in long beats [Bm] together now you know you in trouble
Ain't nothin' but [B] a G-Bang, baby Too [Bm] loafed up, make us all went crazy
Death Row is the [B] label that pays me Unfadeable, so [Bm] please don't try to fake this
But uh, back to the [C#m] lecture at hand Perfection is [Bm] perfected so I'ma let him understand
From a [C#m] young G's perspective And before me digger the [Bm] bitch I have to
find the contraceptive You never [C#m] know she could be earnin' her man
and learnin' her man [Bm] And at the same time burnin' her man
Now you know [B] I ain't with that shit, lieutenant Ain't no pussy good [Bm] enough to get burned while
I'm a fentanyl And that's [F#m] relevant, real deal, holy field
And now you [Bm] hookers and hoes know how I feel But if it's [F#m] good enough to get broke off a
proper chunk I'd take a [Bm] small piece of some of that funky stuff
It's like [E] this and like [F#m] that and like this and uh
It's like [Bm] that and like this and like that and uh
It's like [B] this and like [C#m] that and like this and uh
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 near got [Bm] caught cause my beeper kept beepin'
Now it's time for me to [C#m] make my impression felt
So sit back, relax, [Bm] and strap on your seatbelt You never been on a ride [B] like this before
Who the fabucel who can [Bm] rap and control the mic stroke
At the same time [E] with the dope rhyme that I kick
You know and [Bm] I know I throw some more funky shit
To [C#] add to my collection, this election [Bm] symbolizes dope
Take a toke but don't choke, if you [C#] do you'll have no clue
Of what me and my [Bm] homie Snoop Dogg came to do
It's like this and like [C#m] that and like [F#m] this and uh
It's like that and like [Bm] this and like that and uh
It's like this and who [C#m] gives a fuck about those
So just chill [Bm] to the next episode
_ [Dm] _ [F#m] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ [C#] _ [F#m] _ _ _ [Bm] Fallin' back on that ass, what a [E] hell of five gangsta lately
Gettin' funky on the [Bm] mic like a old Mexican collard green
It's the [E] capital S-O-S-O-F-R-E-S-S-O-P-P-O-D-O-D [Bm]-Y-D-O-D-O-D, you see
Showin' much [B] flex when it's time to wreck a mic
Pimpin' hoes been clockin' a [Bm] grip like my name was Dolemite
Yeah, [C#m] and it don't quit
I think they in the mood for some [Bm] motherfuckin' G shit
Something's right, [E] gotta [F#m] give em what they want
[Bm] What's that G?
We gotta break em off something, [C#m] kill, yeah
And it's gotta be bumpin', [Bm] city of pumpin'
Where it take place, so when [E] that show attention
Mobbin' like a motherfucker, [Bm] but I ain't lynchin'
Droppin' the funky shit that's makin' the [B] sucka niggas mumble
[E] When I'm on the mic, it's like a [Bm] cookie, they all crumble
Try to get close, say your [B] ass'll get smacked
My motherfuckin' [Bm] homie Doggie Dogg 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 know [Bm] I'm straight strippin'
And I'ma continue to put the rap [C#m] down, put the Mac down
And if your bitch is tough [Bm] shit, I have to put the smack down
Yeah, and [B] it don't stop
I told you I'm [Bm] just like a clock, when I tick, then I tock
But I'm never [E] off, always on, till the break of dawn
See you in [Bm] PTON, and the city they call Long Beach
[C#m] Puttin' the shit together, like my nigga D.O. [Bm].C No one can do it better like this, [Em] that, and this And a, it's like that, [Bm] and like this, and like that And a, it's like this, then who [F#m] gives a fuck about those? So just chill, [Bm] till the next episode _ _ [C#] _ [F#m] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ [F] _ [F#m] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
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_ [C#m] _ [F#m] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
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