Gz Up, Hoes Down

Yeah, what's happening?

This one is dedicated to my ****

All my **** out there, G's up, hoes down

Yeah

Ladies and gents, playas and pimps, listen

Snoop Doggy Dogg on the mic, pay attention

One, two, oh, what shall I do?

I'm slipping on my khaki suit (Which one?)

The blue one, gun by my side as I mob through the beach

On a mission and I'm fishing for my DJ Warren G

Now as I look for the bud sack

And see where my love's at, on the lake where the doves at

Cognac is the drink that's drank by G's

Sagging like a mothafucka, khakis to they knees

Bitch, please, you know how we do the undercover

I'm Snoop Doggy Dogg, not your average motherfucka, see

Some of you don't know about the G thang, baby

It's the smooth gangsta shit that be driving ya crazy

Now as ya groove to the beat and ya groove to the sound

I'ma hit ya up with the Pound, G's up, hoes down

Will all the real G's please stand up

And all be accounted for?

And if you don't give a fuck about a bitch

Then you're rolling with the Row

Back with the one, two, three, and to the fo'

It's the S-N, O and to the O, P (Why am I so fly?)

I don't know, but (Why am I so high?)

It's the Indo

I don't fuck with the pocus, everybody knows this

Fucking with The Chronic 'cause The Chronic gives me dopeness

Now focus your eyes on these

Follow me as I take ya rolling with the real OG

East Side is the motherfuckin' place known as home

Doggy Dogg with my bone in my hand, twenty grand, and

Some of you don't know about the G thang, baby

It's the smooth gangsta shit that be driving ya crazy

Now as ya groove to the G-funk and move to the sound

I hit ya up with the Pound, G's up, hoes down

Will all the real G's please stand up

And all be accounted for?

And if you don't give a fuck about a bitch

Then you're rolling with the Row

Hell yeah, you know what I'm saying?

This is strictly for the G's, you know what I'm saying? Fuck that bitch

**** always handcuffing they hoes

When a **** like me step in the place

I don't want that ho, I don't love that ho

I'm caught up with my greens

Collard greens, Indo and the cash flow

You know what I'm saying? Peace, G's up, hoes down