Snoop Dogg | Lyrics | GZ and Hustlas

This is for the G'z and this is for the hustlas
This is for the hustlas, now back to the G'z
This is for the G'z and this is for the hustlas
This is for the hustlas now back to the G'z

Freeze, at ease, now let me drop some more of them keys
It's 19 9-tre so let me just play
It's Snoop Dogg, I'm on the mic
I'm back with Dr. Dre

But this time I'ma hit yo' ass with a touch
To leave m************ in a daze, f***** up
So sit back relax new jacks get smacked
It's Snoop Doggy Dogg I'm at the top of the stack

I don't lack for a second and I'm still checkin'
The dopest m*********** that ya hearin' on the record
It's me, ya see, S N double O P
D O double G Y, the D O double G

I'm fly as a falcon, soarin' through the sky
And I'm high till I dizzie, rizzide
So check it, I get busy, I make your head dizzy
I blow up your mouth like I was Dizzy Gillespie

I'm crazy, you can't phase me
I'm the S oh yes, I'm fresh, I don't f*** with the stress
I'm all about the chronic, bionic ya see
Every single day, chillin' with the D O double G's

P O U N D that's my clique, my crew
Ya f*** with us, we gots to f*** you up
I thought ya knew but yet and still
Ya wanna get real, now it's time to peel, ya say chill

And feel the motherfuckin' realism
Snoop Doggy Dogg is on the mic
I'm hittin' hard as steel nigga

This is for the G'z and this is for the hustlas
This is for the hustlas, now back to the G'z
This is for the G'z and this is for the hustlas
This is for the hustlas now back to the G'z

How many hoes in your motherfuckin' group
Wanna take a ride in my 7-8 Coupe, DeVille?
Chill, as I take you on a trip where them niggaz ride
And slide, you know about the East Side

Niggaz like myself, here to show you where it's at
With my hoes on my side and my strap
On my back, papers I stack daily
And Death Row is still the label that pays me

But you know how that goes, we flow toe for toe
If you ain't on the Row, f*** you and your hoe, really doe
So check it, it's Snoop Doggy Dogg on the solo tip
Still clockin' grip, and really don't give a sheeit

About nuttin' at all just my Doggs steppin' through the fog
And I'm still gonna fade 'em all
With the gangsta s*** that keeps ya hangin'
How many hoes in ninety-four will I be bangin'?

Every single one to get the job done
As I dip, skip, flip, right back to two one
Where the sun be shinin' and I be ryhmin'
It's me, Snoop D O double G and I'm climbin'

This is for the G'z and this is for the hustlas
This is for the hustlas, now back to the G'z
This is for the G'z and this is for the hustlas
This is for the hustlas now back to the G'z

I come creepin' through the fog with my saggin' Dukes
East Side, Long Beach, in a 7-8 Coupe DeVille
I'm rollin' with the G Funk, bumpin' in my s*** and it don't quit
So drop it on the one m*********** put together that set

A nigga with a grip of that gangsta s***
With the Eastside hoes on my motherfuckin' dick
And the Compton niggaz all about to set trip

Swing it back, bring it back, just like this
And if you with my s*** then blaze up another spliff
And keep the motherfuckin' blunt in your pocket loc
'Cause Doggy Dogg is all about the zig zag smoke

See it's a West coast thing, where I'm from
And if you want some, get some, bad enough, take some
But watch the gun by my side
Because it represents me and the motherfuckin' East Side

So bow down to the bow wow 'cause bow wow
Yippie yo, you can't see my flow
My s*** is dope, original, now you know
And can't no hood f*** with Death Rizzow

This is for the G'z and this is for the hustlas
This is for the hustlas, now back to the G'z
This is for the G'z and this is for the hustlas
This is for the hustlas now back to the G'z