Lyrical Breakdown of Gz and Hustlas - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Gz and Hustlas" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Snoop Dogg weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Gz and Hustlas" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
  • Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Snoop Dogg employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
  • Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Snoop Dogg's narrative.

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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