Karaoké Gz and Hustlas Snoop Dogg & Nanci Fletcher

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 one-nine-nine-three so let me just play

It's Snoop Dogg, I'm on the mic

I'm back with Dr. Dre

But this time Imma 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 Seven-Eight 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 stil the label that pays me

But you know how that go

We flow toe for toe

If you ain't on the Row

Fuck you and your hoe

Really though so check it

It's Snoop Doggy Dogg on the solo tip

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

About nuttin' at all

Just my Doggs

Steppin' through the fog and I'm still gon' 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 Seven-Eight 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 'cos 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 'cos 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