(INTRO)
He he ha
I'm serious n*gga one of ya'll n*ggas got some bad mothaf*ckin
Breath up here hey baby hey baby hay baby gimme some
Bubble gum in this mothaf*cka somethin man lets gone
And get somethin to eat study long study wrong n*gga
With so much drama in the LBC
It's kinda hard bein' Snoop D-O double G
But I somehow, some way, keep comin'
Up with funky-ass sh*t like every single day
May I kick a little somethin' for the G's and make a few ends as I
Breeze through two in tha mornin and the party's still jumpin
Cause my mama ain't home
I got b*tches in the livin' room gettin' it on
And they ain't leavin' till 6 in the morning (six in tha mornin)
So whatcha wanna do?
sh*t, I got a pocket full of rubbers and my home boys do too
So turn off the lights and close the door
But for what--we don't love dem hoes
Yeahhh so we gonna smoke an ounce to this
G's up hoes down while ya motherf*ckas bounce to this
Rollin' down the street smokin' endoe sippin' on gin n juice
Laid back--with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Rollin' down the street smokin' endoe sippin' on gin n 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's got their cups but the ain't chipped in
Now this types of sh*t happens all the time
You gotta get yours but fool I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you're listening to the D O G
I got to cultivatin the 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 to mackin' this b*tch named Sadie (Sadie?)
She used to be the home boys' lady (Oh that b*tch)
80 degress when I tell that b*tch please
Raise up off these N.U.T's
Could you get some of these at ease
As I rhyme with the dog pound feel the breeze
Biyatch I'm just
Rollin' down the street smokin' endoe sippin' on gin n juice
Laid back--with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Rollin' down the street smokin' endoe sippin' on gin n 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
sh*t--this ain't no joke-- I have to back up
Off of it and sit my cup down
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I'm f*cked up now
But it ain't no stoppin' I'm still poppin'
Dre gots the b*tches from the city of Compton
To serve me--not with a cherry on top
'Cause when I bust my nutt
I'm raisin up out the c*ck
Don't get upset girl that's just how it goes
I don't love you hoes--I'm out the door
And I'll be...
Rollin' down the street smokin' endoe sippin' on gin n juice
Laid back--with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Rollin' down the street smokin' endoe sippin' on gin n juice
Laid back--with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Rollin' down the street smokin' endoe sippin' on gin n juice
Biyatch--with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Rollin' down the street smokin' endoe sippin' on gin n juice
Biyatch--with my mind on my money and my money on my mind