Gz and Hustlas

You wanna get real, now it's time to peel, you 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 hustlaz

This is for the hustlaz, now back to the Gz

This is for the Gz, and this is for the hustlaz

This is for the hustlaz 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 hoe, really doe, so check it

It's Snoop Doggy Dogg on the solo tip

Still clockin' grip, and really don't give a shit

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 you hangin'

How many hoes in '94 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'

It's me, Snoop D-O-double-G, and I'm climbin'

This is for the Gz, and this is for the hustlaz

This is for the hustlaz, now back to the Gz

This is for the Gz, and this is for the hustlaz

This is for the hustlaz now back to the Gz

I come creepin' through the fog with my saggin' Dukes

East Side, Long Beach, in a 7-8 Coupe DeBille

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 hustlaz

This is for the hustlaz, now back to the Gz

This is for the Gz, and this is for the hustlaz

This is for the hustlaz now back to the Gz