G'z and Hustlas
2Pac Lyrics


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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 niggas at!? Yeah, c'mon, uh, c'mon
Uh, c'mon

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'mma 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 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 fuck 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 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 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

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 that East Side
Niggas 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
Fuck 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 shit
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 bitches 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'





This is for the G'z

Overall Meaning

In 2Pac's song, "G'z and Hustlas," the chorus serves as a sort of divider that separates the two verses. The song opens with Snoop Dogg introducing himself and jumping into a rap that's focused on him and his status as a top rapper. He brags about his talent and leaves the new jacks warned not to mess with him. He's a part of a larger group, which has his back no matter what β€” the P-O-U-N-D crew. On the other hand, the second verse opens with a question: how many hoes are in your crew and want to take a ride in my car. The second verse is more focused on the women with Snoop Dogg bragging about how women love him and flock around him. Snoop is from the East Side of Long Beach, and he's not shy about his gang affiliation. He speaks about how he comes creeping through the fog with his sagging jeans and is bumping G Funk loudly.


Line by Line Meaning

This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas
This song is dedicated to both the gangstas and hustlers who are trying to make it in life


This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz
After acknowledging the hustlers, the song goes back to focusing on the gangstas


Freeze, at ease, now let me drop some more of them keys
Let's pause for a moment and let me drop some more knowledge on you


It's 19-9-tre so let me just play
It's 1993, so let me just play some dope music for you


It's Snoop Dogg, I'm on the mic, I'm back with Dr. Dre
This is Snoop Dogg on the mic, back with Dr. Dre as his producer


But this time I'ma hit yo' ass with a touch
This time, I'm going to hit you with a soft and smooth style


To leave motherfuckers in a daze, fucked up
My style will leave people mesmerized and in disbelief


So sit back relax new jacks get smacked
Relax and enjoy the music, but don't forget that I'm still a gangsta who can smack you down


I don't lack for a second, and I'm still checkin'
I am confident in my abilities and still evaluating my competition


The dopest motherfucker that ya hearin' on the record
I am the best rapper you will hear on this record


It's me, ya see, S-N-double-O-P
This is me, Snoop Dogg, as you can plainly see


D-O-double-G-why, the D-O-double-G
You know me as the D-O-double-G-y


I'm fly as a falcon, soarin' through the sky
I am as smooth as a flying falcon, effortlessly moving through life


And I'm high till I dizzie, rizzide
I'm always high and living life to the fullest


So check it, I get busy, I make your head dizzy
I am a busy person who can make your head spin with my skills


I blow up your mouth like I was Dizzy Gillespie
My rhymes are so hot they can make your mouth blow up like a Dizzy Gillespie trumpet solo


I'm crazy, you can't phase me
I am a bit crazy, but I can't be stopped or phased by anyone


I'm the S oh yes, I'm fresh, I don't fuck with the stress
I'm Snoop, and I'm always fresh. I don't deal with stress


I'm all about the chronic, bionic ya see
I love weed and I'm still the same old Snoop


Every single day, chillin' with the D-O-double-G's
Every single day, I am hanging out with my crew, the D-O-double-G's


P-O-you-N-D that's my clique, my crew
Pound is the name of my crew, and we are a tight-knit group


Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up
If you mess with us, we will retaliate and hurt you


I thought ya knew, but yet and still
You should know this by now, but let me remind you anyway


Ya want to get real, now it's time to peel, ya say chill
If you want to get violent, we can do that too, so back off and chill


And feel, the motherfuckin' realism
Feel the rawness and authenticity of what I'm saying


Snoop Doggy Dogg is on the mic I'm hittin' hard as steel nigga
This is Snoop Doggy Dogg on the mic, hitting it hard like steel


How many hoes in your motherfuckin' group
I want to know how many women are in your group


Want to take a ride in my 7-8 Coupe DeVille
Do you want to ride in my 1978 Cadillac DeVille?


Chill, as I take you on a trip
Relax as I take you on a journey


Where them niggas ride, and slide, you know about the East Side
A place where people from the East Side ride and socialize


Niggas like myself, here to show you where it's at
People like me are here to show you the real East Side


With my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back
I have my women with me and my gun on my back


Papers I stack daily, and Death Row is still the label that pays me
I make a lot of money and Death Row continues to pay me


But you know how that goes
But as you know, money comes and goes


We flow toe for toe, if you ain't on the Row
We are competitive with other labels, and if you're not on Death Row, we don't care


Fuck you and your hoe, really doe, so check it
I don't care about you or your girl, let's keep it real here


It's Snoop Doggy Dogg on the solo tip
This time around, it's just me, Snoop Doggy Dogg on my own


Still clockin' grip, and really don't give a shit
I am still making a lot of money and really don't care about anything else


About nothin' at all, just my Doggs, steppin' through the fog
I care about nothing else except for my crew, walking through the fog of life


And I'm still gonna fade em all
I will still take down anyone who dares to challenge me


With the gangsta shit that keeps ya hangin'
I make gangsta music that keeps people hooked and listening


How many hoes in ninety-four will I be bangin'?
How many women will I have sex with in 1994?


Every single one, to get the job done
I will have sex with every woman to satisfy my desires


As I dip, skip, flip, right back to two one
I am moving on to another location, East Side Long Beach


Where the sun be shinin' and I be ryhmin'
In East Side Long Beach, the sun is shining and I am rapping


It's me, Snoop D-O-double-G, and I'm climbin'
This is me, Snoop D-O-double-G, and I am reaching new heights


I come creepin' through the fog with my saggin' Dukes
I move quietly through life with my loose pants, in the fog


East Side, Long Beach, in a 7-8 Coupe DeBille
I'm from East Side Long Beach, driving a 1978 Coupe DeBille


I'm rollin' with the G Funk, bumpin' in my shit and it don't quit
I am listening to the G Funk music I created, and it never gets old


So drop it on the one motherfucker put together that set
Let's start the music on the first beat, put together by me, the one and only


A nigga with a grip of that gangsta shit
I am the man who created the gangsta rap genre


With the Eastside hoes on my motherfuckin' dick
The women from the East Side are all over me


And the Compton niggas all about to set trip
The people from Compton are ready to start trouble


Swing it back, bring it back, just like this
Let's bring it back and start over, just like this


And if you with my shit, then blaze up another spliff
If you enjoy my music, smoke another joint with me


And keep the motherfuckin' blunt in your pocket loc
Keep the joint in your pocket, my friend


Cause Doggy Dogg is all about the zig zag smoke
Because I am all about smoking and rolling zig zags


See it's a West coast thing, where I'm from
This is a West Coast thing, this is where I'm from


And if you want some, get some, bad enough, take some
If you really want something, go get it and take it


But watch the gun by my side
But be careful with the gun I have by my side


Because it represents me and the motherfuckin' East Side
The gun represents me and East Side Long Beach


So bow down to the bow wow, cause bow wow
Respect me and my crew, bow down to us


Yippie yo, you can't see my flow
You can't compete with my style and flow


My shit is dope, original, now you know
My music is amazing and original, plain and simple


And can't no hood fuck with Death Rizzow
No one can compete with Death Row Records and its artists


[Chorus]




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@demoscratos4577

How many only came to hear PAC ?!

@loveyougumbo

Definitely

@robertgriffiths6922

Snoop should be honored for his lifetime commitment to the game!! Fucking legend rip pac, snoop pac is shining on u xxx god bless dog from the UK

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@mauricioamaral489

Seriously, this is the best rap mix ever. This beat is a banger. From the Doggstyle album from Snoop. Holy f** shit. Kids, if you want to listen a so good, really fckng good oldschool rap, this is your first lesson. (Sry about my awful english)

@aboutshowroom9186

Haha.. "oldschool"... Now that's cute.

@tomi3634

2pac making magic from the sky

@charleslewis4737

Great remix bro i think 2pac killed it

@chase24b97

Yo same

@91Nichts

You should do a motherfuckin' megamix from this beat. Like 1 hour....Amazing tune

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