Nanci Fletcher - Gz and Hustlas lyrics

[Hook] 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 1: Snoop Dogg] 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'mma hit yo' a** with a touch To leave motherf**ers in a daze, f**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 checkin' The dopest motherf**er 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 f** 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 Ya f** with us, we gots to f** 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 motherf**in' realism Snoop Doggy Dogg is on the mic I'm hittin' hard as steel n***a [Hook] 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 2: Snoop Dogg] How many hoes in your motherf**in group Wanna take a ride in my 7-8 Coupe, DeVille Chill, as I take you on a trip Where them n***as ride, and slide, you know about the East Side n***as 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 d**h 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 f** you and your ho, really doe, so check it It's Snoop Doggy Dogg on the solo tip Still clockin' grip, and really don't give a sheeit About nuttin' at all, just my Doggs, steppin' through the fog And I'm still gonna fade em all With the gangsta sh** 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' It's me, Snoop D-O-double-G, and I'm climbin' [Hook] 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 3: Snoop Dogg] I come creepin' through the fog with my saggin' Dukes East Side, Long Beach, in a 7-8 Coupe DeVille I'm rollin' with the G Funk, bumpin' in my sh** and it don't quit So drop it on the one motherf**er put together that set A n***a with a grip of that gangsta sh** With the Eastside hoes on my motherf**in' dick And the Compton n***as all about to set trip Swing it back, bring it back, just like this And if you with my sh**, then blaze up another spliff And keep the motherf**in' blunt in your pocket loc 'Cuz 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 motherf**in' East Side So bow down to the bow wow, cause bow wow Yippie yo, you can't see my flow My sh** is dope, original, now you know And can't no hood f** with d**h Rizzow [Hook]