Gz And Hustlas Lyrics - Snoop Doggy Dogg

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 

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 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 nigga 

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 

How 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 climbing 

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 

I 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 Rizzow 

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