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
Itand's 19 9 tre so let me just play
Itand's snoop dogg iand'm on the mic iand'm back with dr. dre
But this time iand'ma hit yoand' ass with a touch
To leave motherfuckers in a daze, fucked up
So sit back relax new jacks get smacked
Itand's snoop doggy dogg iand'm at the top of the stack
I donand't lack for a second, and iand'm still checkin
The dopest motherfucker that ya hearin on the record
Itand's me, ya see, s-n-double-o-p
D-o-double-g-y, the d-o-double-g
Iand'm fly as a falcon, soarin through the sky
And iand'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
Iand'm crazy, you canand't phase me
Iand'm the s oh yes, iand'm fresh, i donand't fuck with the stress
Iand'm all about the chronic, bionic ya see
Every single day, chillin with the d-o-double-gand's
P-o-u-n-d thatand'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 itand's time to peel, ya say chill
And feel, the motherfuckin realism
Snoop doggy dogg is on the mic iand'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 itand'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 ainand't on the row
Fuck you and your hoe, really doe, so check it
Itand's snoop doggy dogg on the solo tip
Still clockin grip, and really donand't give a sheeit
About nuttin at all, just my doggs, steppin through the fog
And iand'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
Itand's me, snoop d-o-double-g, and iand'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
Iand'm rollin with the g funk, bumpin in my shit and it donand'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 itand's a west coast thing, where iand'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 canand't see my flow
My shit is dope, original, now you know
And canand't no hood fuck with death rizzow
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