Gz and Hustlas
Good Morning boys and girls
I'm your substitute teacher
My name is Mr. Buckworth
The topic for today
What you would like to be when you grow up
You, over there in the jeans shirt
What you wanna be when you grow up?
I would like to be a police officer
Alrighty, that a pretty good profession
You over there in that black shirt
What you wanna be when you grow up?
I would like to be a fireman
Alright, that a pretty good profession too
Hey, you in the back with those french braids
What's your name?
My name is Snoop
Hi, Snoop
What you wanna be when you grow up?
I wanna be a motherfucking hustler
You better ask somebody
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
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'ma 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 'til 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
Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up
I thought you knew, but yet and still
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
I'm your substitute teacher
My name is Mr. Buckworth
The topic for today
What you would like to be when you grow up
You, over there in the jeans shirt
What you wanna be when you grow up?
I would like to be a police officer
Alrighty, that a pretty good profession
You over there in that black shirt
What you wanna be when you grow up?
I would like to be a fireman
Alright, that a pretty good profession too
Hey, you in the back with those french braids
What's your name?
My name is Snoop
Hi, Snoop
What you wanna be when you grow up?
I wanna be a motherfucking hustler
You better ask somebody
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
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'ma 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 'til 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
Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up
I thought you knew, but yet and still
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
Credits
Writer(s): Cordozar Calvin Broadus, Delmar Drew Arnaud, Donald R. Triggs
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Missionary
- Doggystyle (30th Anniversary Edition)
- Death Row 90s Summer Classics (DJ Mix)
- Metaverse: The NFT Drop, Vol. 2
- Snoop Dogg Presents Death Row Summer 2022
- Metaverse: The NFT Drop, Vol. 1
- Touch Away (feat. October London) - Single
- BODR
- Snoop Dogg Presents Algorithm (Global Edition)
- Snoop Dogg Presents Algorithm
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