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2pac – g’z and hustlas (live 1996) lyrics

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[spoken word intro]
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 n-ggas at!?
yeah, c’mon, uh, c’mon
uh, c’mon

[chorus]
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

[verse 1: snoop dogg]
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’ -ss with a touch
to leave motherf-ckers in a daze, f-cked 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 motherf-cker 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 f-ck with the stress (baby, babay)
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 f-ck with us, we gots to f-ck 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 motherf-ckin’ realism
snoop doggy dogg is on the mic, i’m hittin’ hard as steel n-gga

[chorus]
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

[verse 2: snoop dogg]
how many hoes in your motherf-ckin group
wanna take a ride in my 7-8 coupe, deville
chill, as i take you on a trip
where them n-ggas ride, and slide, you know about that east side
n-ggas like myself, here to show you where it’s at (yeah)
with my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back (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
f-ck you and your ho, really doe, so check it
it’s snoop doggy dogg on the solo tip
still clockin’ grip, and don’t really give a sh-t
about nuttin’ at all, just my doggs, steppin’ through the fog
and i’m still gonna fade ’em all
with the gangsta sh-t that keeps ya hangin’
how many b-tches 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’

[outro]
this is for the g’z