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
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'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, you see,
S-N-Double-O-P
D-O-Double-G-Y,
the the the the the the the the the D-O-Double-G
I'm I'm I'm 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, you see?
Every single day,
chillin' with the D-O-Double-Gs
P-O-U-N-D, that's that's that's that's that's
that's that's 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 want to get real,
now it's time to peel, you say chill
And feel, 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
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 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 hoe,
really doe, so check it
It's Snoop Doggy Dogg on the solo tip
Still clockin' grip and don't
really give a shit
About nothing at all, just my dogs,
steppin' through the fog
And I'm still gon' fade 'em all
With the gangsta shit that
keeps you hangin'
How many hoes in ninety-four
will will I be bangin'?
Every single one to get the job done
As I dip, skip, flip, right back to two-one
Where Where the sun be shinin'
and I be rhymin'
It's me, Snoop D-O-Double-G,
and and and 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' 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
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