G'z And Hustlas (Live)

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 you see Every single day, chillin' with the D-O-double-G's P-O-U-N-D that's my clique, my crew You fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up I thought you knew, but yet and still You wanna get real, now it's time to chill, you say peel And chill, 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 back, and my strap on my lap (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 hoe, really doe, so check it It's Snoop Doggy Dogg on the solo tip I'm 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