With so much drama in the L-B-C It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G But I, I somehow, some way-hay Keep comin up funky ass shit man every single day, and Can I kick a little sompin for the G's (yeah) and, make a few friends as I breeze through, Dont you know it's Two in the mawnin and our party's still jumpin cause my momma ain't home-home I got bitches in the living room gettin me hawney and, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin So what you wanna do-hoo I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys doos too So turn off the lights and close the doors But (but what?) we don't love them whores And we gonna smoke a ounce to that G's up, hoes down, like you motherfuckers bounce to that
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(haw haw haw) And i'd 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]
Verse Two:
I got me some Seagram's gin Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in you know this type of shit, happens all the time You got to get yours before I get mine Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G I got the cultivating music that be captivating he who hears, to the words that I speak As I take me a drink to the middle of the street i started laughin with this bitch named Sadie (Sadie?) (ya know?) She used to be the homeboy's lady dontcha kno its 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 ill be
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Verse Three:
Later on that day hay 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 (dontcha kno) 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
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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]