Chorus: 
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 One: 
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'ma hit yo' ass 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 nigga 

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Verse Two: 
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 niggaz ride, and slide, you know about the East Side 
Niggaz 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 
f*** 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 sheeit 
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 ryhmin 
It's me, Snoop D-O-double-G, and I'm climbin 

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Verse Three: 
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 motherf***er put together that set 
A nigga with a grip of that gangsta shit 
With the Eastside hoes on my motherf***in dick 
And the Compton niggaz 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 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 shit is dope, original, now you know 
And can't no hood f*** with Death Rizzow 

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