[Chorus:]
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 Gz
[Verse One:]
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' a** 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 m*********** realism
Snoop
Doggy Dogg is on the mic I'm hittin hard as steel n****
[Chorus]
[Verse Two:]
How many hoes in
your m*********** group
Wanna take a ride in my 7-8 Coupe,
DeVille
Chill, as I take you on a trip
where them
n***** ride, and slide, you know about the East Side
n*****
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
[Chorus]
[Verse Three:]
I come creepin through the fog with
my saggin Dukes
East Side, Long Beach, in a 7-8 Coupe
DeBille
I'm rollin with the G Funk, b**pin in my s*** and
it don't quit
So drop it on the one m*********** put
together that set
A n**** with a grip of that gangsta
s***
With the Eastside hoes on my m*********** d***
And the Compton n***** 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
m*********** blunt in your pocket loc
Cuz 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 m*********** 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
[Chorus]
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 Gz
[Verse One:]
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' a** 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 m*********** realism
Snoop
Doggy Dogg is on the mic I'm hittin hard as steel n****
[Chorus]
[Verse Two:]
How many hoes in
your m*********** group
Wanna take a ride in my 7-8 Coupe,
DeVille
Chill, as I take you on a trip
where them
n***** ride, and slide, you know about the East Side
n*****
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
[Chorus]
[Verse Three:]
I come creepin through the fog with
my saggin Dukes
East Side, Long Beach, in a 7-8 Coupe
DeBille
I'm rollin with the G Funk, b**pin in my s*** and
it don't quit
So drop it on the one m*********** put
together that set
A n**** with a grip of that gangsta
s***
With the Eastside hoes on my m*********** d***
And the Compton n***** 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
m*********** blunt in your pocket loc
Cuz 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 m*********** 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
[Chorus]