[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 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  Ya 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    [Chorus]    [Verse Two:]    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 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  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 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    [Chorus]    [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 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 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 motherfuckin 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 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     [Chorus]