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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 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
So what you wanna do, shiiiit
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