Snoop Dogg, Nanci Fletcher - Gz and Hustlas lyrics

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 1-9-9-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'mma 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
You 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

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 motherfuckin group
Wanna 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 ho, really doe, so check it
It's Snoop Doggy Dogg on the solo tip
Still clockin' grip
And don't really give a shiiit
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 rhymin'
It's me, Snoop D-O double-G, and I'm climbin'

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 creepin' through the fog
With my saggin' deuce
East Side, Long Beach, in a 7-8 Coupe DeVille
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 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 motherfuckin' 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 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

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 -