Gz And Hustlas (feat. Nancy Fletcher)

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)
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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 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