Snoop Dogg Gz and Hustlas Lyrics

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[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

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' *** with a touch
To leave ************s in a daze, ****ed 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 ************ 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 **** 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 **** with us, we gots to **** 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 **********ing realism
Snoop Doggy Dogg is on the mic I'm hitting hard as steel *****

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How many hoes in your **********ing group
Want to take a ride in my 7-8 Coupe, DeVille
Chill, as I take you on a trip
Where them *****s ride, and slide, you know about the East Side
*****s 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
**** 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 ****
About nothing at all, just my Doggs, stepping through the fog
And I'm still gonna fade em all
With the gangsta **** 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

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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 **** and it don't quit
So drop it on the one ************ put together that set
A ***** with a grip of that gangsta ****
With the Eastside hoes on my **********ing ****
And the Compton *****s all about to set trip
Swing it back, bring it back, just like this
And if you with my ****, then blaze up another spliff
And keep the **********ing 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 **********ing East Side
So bow down to the bow wow, cause bow wow
Yippie yo, you can't see my flow
My **** is dope, original, now you know
And can't no hood **** with Death Rizzow

[Chorus]


Written by: Calvin Broadus, Delmer Drew Arnaud, Don Blackman
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC

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