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Gz and Hustlas

This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas

This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz

This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas

This is for the hustlas now back to the GzFreeze, 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 motherfuckers in a daze, fucked 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 checking

The dopest motherfucker that ya hearing on the record

It's me, ya see, S-N-double-O-P

D-O-double-G-why, the D-O-double-G

I'm fly as a falcon, soaring 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 fuck with the stress

I'm all about the chronic, bionic ya see

Every single day, chilling with the D-O-double-G's

P-O-you-N-D that's my clique, my crew

Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up

I thought ya knew, but yet and still

Ya want to get real, now it's time to peel, ya say chill

And feel, the motherfucking realism

Snoop Doggy Dogg is on the mic I'm hitting hard as steel niggaThis is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas

This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz

This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas

This is for the hustlas now back to the GzHow many hoes in your motherfucking group

Want to take a ride in my 7-8 Coupe, DeVille

Chill, as I take you on a trip

Where them niggas ride, and slide, you know about the East Side

Niggas 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

Fuck you and your hoe, really doe, so check it

It's Snoop Doggy Dogg on the solo tip

Still clocking grip, and really don't give a shit

About nothing at all, just my Doggs, stepping through the fog

And I'm still gonna fade em all

With the gangsta shit that keeps ya hanging

How many hoes in ninety-four will I be banging?

Every single one, to get the job done

As I dip, skip, flip, right back to two one

Where the sun be shining and I be ryhming

It's me, Snoop D-O-double-G, and I'm climbingThis is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas

This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz

This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas

This is for the hustlas now back to the GzI come creeping through the fog with my sagging Dukes

East Side, Long Beach, in a 7-8 Coupe DeBille

I'm rolling with the G Funk, bumping in my shit and it don't quit

So drop it on the one motherfucker put together that set

A nigga with a grip of that gangsta shit

With the Eastside hoes on my motherfucking dick

And the Compton niggas all about to set trip

Swing it back, bring it back, just like this

And if you with my shit, then blaze up another spliff

And keep the motherfucking 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 motherfucking East Side

So bow down to the bow wow, cause bow wow

Yippie yo, you can't see my flow

My shit is dope, original, now you know

And can't no hood fuck with Death RizzowThis is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas

This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz

This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas

This is for the hustlas now back to the Gz

Songwriters

CALVIN BROADUS, DELMER DREW ARNAUD, DON BLACKMANPublished by

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