Gz Up, Hoes Down lyrics

[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Yeah, what's happening?
This one is dedicated to my n*ggas
All my n*ggas out there, G's up, hoes down

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
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 to 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 loves at on the lake where the doves at
Cognac is the drink that's drank by G's
Sagging like a mothaf*cka, khakis to they knees
b*tch please, you know how we do the undercover
I'm Snoop Doggy Dogg, not your average motherf*cka, see

[Pre-Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
Some of you don't know about the G thang, baby
It's the smooth gangsta sh*t that be driving ya crazy
Now as ya groove to the beat and ya move to the sound
I'mma hit ya up with the Pound, G's up, hoes down

[Chorus: Hug]
Will all the real G's, please stand up
And let all be accounted for
And if you don't give a f*ck about a b*tch
Then you're rolling with the Row
[Bridge: Snoop Dogg & Hug]
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

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
I don't f*ck with the pocus, everbody knows this
f*cking 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's
East Side is the motherf*ckin' place, known as home
Doggy Dogg with my bone in my hand, twenty grand and

[Pre-Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
Some of you don't know about the G thang, baby
It's the smooth gangsta sh*t that be driving ya crazy
Now as ya groove to the G-funk and ya move to the sound
I'mma hit ya up with the Pound, G's up, hoes down

[Chorus: Hug]
Will all the real G's, please stand up
And let all be accounted for
And if you don't give a f*ck about a b*tch
Then you're rolling with the Row
[Outro: Snoop Dogg]
Hell yeah, you know what I'm saying?
This is stricly for the G's, you know I'm saying? f*ck that, b*tch
n*ggas always handcuffing that ho
When a n*gga like me steps 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