G’z and Hustlas (intro) Songtext
von Snoop Dogg

Good morning boys and girls
I′m your Substitute teacher
My name is Mr. Buckwort
The topic for today is, what you would like to be when you grow up?
You, over there in the jean shirt
What you wanna be when you grow up?

(I'd 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'd wanna 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 Snoop
Hi Snoop, what you wanna be when you grow up?
(I wanna be a motherfucking hustler, ya better ask somebody)


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 199-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 your 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 you′re hearin' on the record
It′s me, ya see, SN double OP
DO double GY, the DO 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
We all 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 DO double Gs
P-O-U-N-D, that's my clique, my crew
You 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-Doggy 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 7-8 Coupe, DeVille?
Chill, as I take you on a trip where them niggaz ride
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 don't really 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 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 DO 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′ Dukes
East Side, Long Beach, in a 7-8 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 niggaz all about to set trip
Swing it back, bring it back, just like this
And if you′re with my shit, then blaze up another spliff

And keep the motherfuckin' blunt in your pocket loc′
'Cause Doggy-Doggy is all about the zigzag 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 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