[Intro]
Good morning, boys and girls
I’m your substitute teacher
My name is Mr. Buckworth
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 would like to be a police officer
Alrighty, 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 Snoop
Alright, Snoop
What you wanna be when you grow up?
I wanna be a motherfuckin’ hustla
Ya better ask somebody
[Chorus]
This is for the G’s, and this is for the Hustlas
This is for the hustlas, now back to the G’s
This is for the G’s, and this is for the Hustlas
This is for the hustlas now back to the G’s
[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
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’ 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
You 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]
This is for the G’s, and this is for the Hustlas
This is for the hustlas, now back to the G’s
This is for the G’s, and this is for the Hustlas
This is for the hustlas now back to the G’s
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
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 go
We flow toe for toe, if you ain’t on the Row
Fuck you and your ho, really though, so check it
It’s Snoop Doggy Dogg on the solo tip
Still clockin’ grip, and don’t really give a shit
About nuttin’ at all, just my Doggs, steppin’ through the fog
And I’m still gon’ 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 rhymin’
It’s me, Snoop D-O-double-G, and I’m climbin’
[Chorus]
This is for the G’s, and this is for the Hustlas
This is for the hustlas, now back to the G’s
This is for the G’s, and this is for the Hustlas
This is for the hustlas now back to the G’s
[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
I come creepin’ through the fog with my saggin’ deuce
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 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
[Chorus]
This is for the G’s, and this is for the Hustlas
This is for the hustlas, now back to the G’s
This is for the G’s, and this is for the Hustlas
This is for the hustlas now back to the G’s
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