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Good Morning boys and girls,
I'm your Substitute teacher,
My name is Mr. Buckwort
The topic Fo' 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?"
–"Id 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 wanna be a fire man"
Alright, that's a pretty good profession too
You, back there in those french braids, what's yo name?
– My name is Snoop
Hi Snoop, what you wanna be when you grow up?
– I wanna be a motherfuckin hustla', ya betta ask somebody
This is for the G'z and this is for the hustlas
This is for the hustlas, now back to the G'z
This is for the G'z and this is for the hustlas
This is for the hustlas now back to the G'z
Freeze, at ease, now let me drop some more of them keys
It's 19 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 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 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
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
Ya 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
This is for the G'z and this is for the hustlas
This is for the hustlas, now back to the G'z
This is for the G'z and this is for the hustlas
This is for the hustlas now back to the G'z
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
And 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 really don't 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 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 ryhmin'
It's me, Snoop D O double G and I'm climbin'
This is for the G'z and this is for the hustlas
This is for the hustlas, now back to the G'z
This is for the G'z and this is for the hustlas
This is for the hustlas now back to the G'z
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 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
This is for the G'z and this is for the hustlas
This is for the hustlas, now back to the G'z
This is for the G'z and this is for the hustlas
This is for the hustlas now back to the G'z