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' 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 checkin The dopest motherfucker 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 fuck 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 fuck with us, we gots to fuck 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
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Verse Two:
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 Fuck 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 shit 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
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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, bumpin 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 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 shit, then blaze up another spliff And keep the motherfuckin 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 motherfuckin 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 Rizzow
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