This is for the Gz, and is for the Hustlas This is for the hustlas, now to the Gz This is for the Gz, and is for the Hustlas is for the hustlas now back to the Gz
Freeze, at ease, now let me drop some more of them It's 19-9-tre so let me play It's Dogg, I'm on the mic, I'm back with Dr. Dre But this I'ma hit yo' ass with a touch To motherfuckers in a daze, fucked up So sit back new jacks get smacked It's Snoop Doggy I'm at the top of the stack I don't lack for a second, and I'm checking The dopest motherfucker ya hearing on the record It's me, ya see, D-O-double-G-why, the I'm fly as a falcon, through the sky And I'm till I dizzie, rizzide So check it, I get busy, I make your head I blow up your mouth I was Dizzy Gillespie I'm crazy, you phase me I'm the S oh yes, I'm fresh, I don't with the stress I'm all the chronic, bionic ya see Every single day, chilling the D-O-double-G's that's my clique, my crew Ya with us, we gots to fuck you up I thought ya knew, but yet and Ya want to get real, now it's to peel, ya say chill And feel, the realism Snoop Doggy Dogg is on the mic I'm hitting as steel nigga
is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas This is for the hustlas, now to the Gz This is for the Gz, and this is for the This is for the hustlas now to the Gz
How hoes in your motherfucking group Want to take a ride in my 7-8 Coupe, Chill, as I you on a trip Where niggas ride, and slide, you know about the East Side Niggas myself, here to show you where it's at With my on my side, and my strap on my back Papers I daily, and Death Row is still the label that pays me But you know how that We toe for toe, if you ain't on the Row you and your hoe, really doe, so check it It's Doggy Dogg on the solo tip Still clocking grip, and don't give a shit nothing at all, just my Doggs, stepping through the fog And I'm still gonna em all With the gangsta shit that ya hanging How hoes in ninety-four will I be banging? Every single one, to get the job As I dip, skip, flip, back to two one the sun be shining and I be ryhming It's me, Snoop D-O-double-G, and I'm
is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas This is for the hustlas, now to the Gz is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas This is for the now back to the Gz
I come creeping through the fog with my sagging East Side, Long Beach, in a 7-8 Coupe I'm rolling the G Funk, bumping in my shit and it don't quit So drop it on the one motherfucker put that set A nigga a grip of that gangsta shit the Eastside hoes on my motherfucking dick And the Compton niggas all about to set it back, bring it back, just like this And if you with my shit, then blaze up spliff And keep the motherfucking blunt in pocket loc 'cause Doggy Dogg is all the zig zag smoke See it's a coast thing, where I'm from And if you some, get some, bad enough, take some But watch the gun by my Because it me and the motherfucking East Side So bow down to the bow wow, bow wow Yippie yo, you see my flow My is dope, original, now you know And can't no hood with Death Rizzow
is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas This is for the hustlas, now to the Gz is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas This is for the now back to the Gz