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