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Gz And Hustlas feat. Nancy Fletcher
Snoop Dogg
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Good morning boys and girls
I'm your substitute teacher
My name is Mr Butward
The topic for today is, "What you would like to be when you grow up"
You, over ther in the jean shirt
What you wanna be we you grow up?
I would like to be a Police officer
Alright, that's 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's a pretty good profession too
Hey, you in the back with those French braids
What's your name?
My name is Snopp
Alright Snopp, what you wanna be when you grow up?
I wanna be mother- hustler, you'd better add somebody
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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-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' a*s with a touch
To leave mother- in a daze, f*cked 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 checking
The dopest mother- that ya hearing on the record
It's me, ya see, S-N-double-O-P
D-O-double-G-why, the D-O-double-G
I'm fly as a falcon, soaring 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*ck with the stress
I'm all about the chronic, bionic ya see
Every single day, chilling with the D-O-double-G's
P-O-you-N-D that's my clique, my crew
Ya f*ck with us, we gots to f*ck you up
I thought ya knew, but yet and still
Ya want to get real, now it's time to peel, ya say chill
And feel, the mother- realism
Snoop Doggy Dogg is on the mic I'm hitting hard as steel ni*ga
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 mother- group
Want to take a ride in my seven-eight Coupe, DeVille?
Chill, as I take you on a trip
Where them ni*gas ride, and slide, you know about the East Side
Ni*gas 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*ck you and your hoe, really doe, so check it
It's Snoop Doggy Dogg on the solo tip
Still clocking grip, and really don't give a s*it
About nothing at all, just my Doggs
Stepping through the fog and I'm still gonna fade 'em all
With the gangsta s*it that keeps ya hanging
How many hoes in 94 will I be b*nging?
Every single one, to get the job done
As I dip, skip, flip, right back to two one
Where the sun be shining and I be ryhming
It's me, Snoop D-O-double-G, and I'm climbing
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 creeping through the fog with my sagging Dukes
East Side, Long Beach, in a seven-eight Coupe, DeVille
I'm rolling with the G Funk, bumping in my s*it and it don't quit
So drop it on the one mother- put together that set
A ni*ga with a grip of that gangsta s*it
With the Eastside hoes on my mother- d*ck
And the Compton ni*gas all about to set trip
Swing it back, bring it back, just like this
And if you with my s*it, then blaze up another spliff
And keep the mother- 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 mother- East Side
So bow down to the bow-wow, cause bow-wow
Yippie yo, you can't see my flow
My s*it is dope, original, now you know
And can't no hood f*ck 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
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