(Heah) (hah hah!)
(I'm serious nigga one of
y'all niggaz got this
ass motherfuckin up)
(Aiy baby, aiy baby...
aiy baby get
some bubblegum
in this motherfucker)
(Steady long,
steady long nigga)
With so much drama
in the L-B-C
It's kinda hard bein
Snoop D-O-double-G
But I, somehow, some way
Keep comin up with
funky ass shit like
every single day
May I, kick a little
something for the G's
(yeah) and, make
a few ends as (yeah!)
I breeze, through Two in
the mornin and the party's
still jumpin cause
my momma ain't home
I got bitches in the
living room gettin it on
and, they ain't leavin
til six in the mornin
(six in the mornin)
So what you wanna do,
sheeeit I got a pocket
full of rubbers and
my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights
and close the doors
But (but what) we don't
love them hoes, yeah!
So we gonna smoke
a ounce to this
G's up, hoes down,
while you motherfuckers
bounce to this
Rollin down the street,
smokin indo,
sippin on gin and juice
Laid back
[with my mind
on my money and
my money on my mind]
Rollin down the street,
smokin indo,
sippin on gin and juice
Laid back
[with my mind
on my money and
my money on my mind]
(Now, that,) I got me
some Seagram's gin
Everybody got they cups,
but they ain't chipped in
Now this types of shit,
happens all the time
You got to get yours
but fool I gotta get mine
Everything is fine
when you listenin
to the D-O-G
I got the cultivating
music that be captivating
he who listens,
to the words that I speak
As I take me a drink
to the middle of the
street and get to
mackin to this bitch
named Sadie (Sadie?)
She used to be
the homeboy's lady
(Oh, that bitch)
Eighty degrees,
when I tell that
bitch please Raise
up off these N-U-T's,
cause you gets none of
these At ease, as I mob
with the Dogg Pound,
feel the breeze
beeeitch, I'm just
Rollin down the street,
smokin indo,
sippin on gin and juice
Laid back
[with my mind
on my money and
my money on my mind]
Rollin down the street,
smokin indo,
sippin on gin and juice
Laid back
[with my mind
on my money and
my money on my mind]
Later on that day
My homey Dr.Dre
came through with
a gang of Tanqueray
And a fat ass J ,
of some bubonic chronic
that made me choke
Shit, this ain't no joke
I had to back up off of
it and sit my cup down
Tanqueray and chronic,
yeah I'm fucked up now
But it ain't no stoppin,
I'm still poppin
Dre got some bitches
from the city of Compton
To serve me,
not with a cherry on top
Cause when I bust my nut,
I'm raisin up off the cot
Don't get upset girl,
that's just how it goes
I don't love you hoes,
I'm out the do'
And I'll be
Rollin down the street,
smokin indo,
sippin on gin and juice
Laid back
[with my mind
on my money and
my money on my mind]
Rollin down the street,
smokin indo,
sippin on gin and juice
Laid back
[with my mind
on my money and
my money on my mind]
Rollin down the street,
smokin indo,
sippin on gin and juice
(beeotch!!) (Laid back)
[with my mind
on my money and
my money on my mind]
Rollin down the street,
smokin indo,
sippin on gin and juice
(beeotch!!) (Laid back)
[with my mind
on my money and
my money on my mind]
