Lyrics G'z and Hustlas (Live) - 2Pac

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