G's Up, Hoes Down Songtext
von Snoop Dogg

Ha-ha-ha-ha, yeah, was hannin?
This one is dedicated to my niggas
All my niggas out there, G′s up, hoes down, yeah

Ladies and gents, players and pimps listen
Snoop Doggy Dogg on the mic, pay attention
One, two, oh what shall I do?
I'm slippin′ 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 fishin' 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
Saggin' like a motherfucker, khakis to they knees
Bitch please, you know how we do the undercover
I′m Snoop Doggy Dogg, not your average motherfucker, see

Some of you don't know about the G thang, baby
It′s the smooth gangsta shit that be drivin' ya crazy
Now as ya groove to the beat and ya move 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 let all be accounted for
And if you don′t give a fuck about a bitch
Then you′re rollin' with the Row

Back with the one, two, three, and to the four
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, everbody knows this
Fuckin′ with The Chronic 'cause The Chronic gives me dopeness
Now focus yo' eyes on these, follow me as I take ya rollin′ with the real OG′s
East Side is the motherfuckin' place, known as home
Doggy Dogg with my bone in my hand, 20 grand and

Some of you don′t know about the G thang, baby
It's the smooth gangsta shit that be drivin′ ya crazy
Now as ya groove to the G-funk and ya move 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 let all be accounted for
And if you don't give a fuck about a bitch
Then you′re rollin′ with the Row


Hell yeah, you know I'm sayin′?
This is stricly for the G's, you know I′m sayin'? Fuck that, bitch
Niggas always handcuffin′ that ho when a nigga 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 I′m sayin'? Peace, G′s up, hoes down