4 tha Hustlas - Too $hort Feat. T.W.D.Y.

I think they wanna hear some of this Ice cream! (Yeah) I'm the ice cream man Yeah, c'mon, uh, c'mon, yeah, c'mon Where my niggas at!? Yeah, c'mon, uh, c'mon Uh, c'mon 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 1-9-9-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'mma 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 you're 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, soaring through the sky (And what?) 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 (Baby, babay) I'm all about the chronic, bionic you 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 you knew, but yet and still You wanna get real, now it's time to chill, you say peel And chill, the motherfuckin' realism Snoop Doggy Dogg is on the mic, I'm hittin' hard as steel nigga This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas (C'mon, yeah) This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas (Louder, I can't hear you) 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 niggas ride, and slide, you know about that East Side Niggas like myself, here to show you where it's at (Yeah) With my hoes on my back, and my strap on my lap (Say what) 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 I'm 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 gonna fade 'em all With the gangsta shit that keeps ya hangin' How many bitches in the house 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', I'm climbin' This is for the G'z

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

Intro: Busta ass nigga (busta ass niggas). Bitch ride on they ass. I be back in About 30 minutes. Get your ass in the car nigga.? Kurupt: Before I even step motherf**kers hit the deck I get's wreck with a tech so cash in like checks fool I fet's my own back in a strap But if it calls for that I got my nigga Kenny Mack (beeoitch) Swift as the wind the Mac 10 is in my niggas clutches So bust this we rush this punk ass nigga I knew he was a f**kin' punk So then I tapped Daz "go and pop the f**kin' truck" He steps back in with tech and I'm all puffin' on blunts Ready to get wrecked Even though I knew he had a Mac 10 on I gave a f**k And stuck the tech out the window ready to (let loose) Get (some gin and juice) and then tell Snoop to come scoop Check me out peep how all who withstand Step so quick and slowly sink like quicksand "Murder" that's what I be yellin' I'm peepin' ya people now two hoods the villian Wheather I'm a see a G or a B.G. Sportin' locs and a beenie tryin' to mad dog you can't see me Now I can bust a cap and split 'em up Or ready to get 'em up What's up with that Dogg Pound? Like nigga then I hit 'em up Now you know what's up with Kurupt (right) Niggas don't give a f**k I'm headed for the westside Snoop: Now this spots owned by the motherf**kin' D.O. (double G) P.O.U.N.D. so I see no (other choice) but to roll with the homicide (For all this drama make you and your momma die) Hook: This is Dogg Pound for life This is Dogg Pound for life (nigga I just don't give a f**k) This is Dogg Pound for life This is Dogg Pound for life (nigga we just don't give a shit) Daz: