With so much drama in L-B-C
It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G
But I, I somehow, some way
Keep comin up with funky ass **** nearly every single day
and can I kick a little something, hmmm, for the G's
and, make a few friends as I breeze through
doncha know its 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?
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 whores
And we gonna smoke an ounce to that
G's up, hoes down, like you motherfuckers bounce to this

And I'll be


(Chorus: repeat 2X)
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
D(stop)
Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind (y'all))


(Verse Two)

I got me some Seagram's gin
Everybody got they cup, but they ain't chipped in
you know this type of **** happens all the time
You got to get yourn before I get mine
but Everything is fine we listenin to the D-O-G
He's got the cultivating music that be captivating me
but who hears the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
I started mackin with this bitch named Sadie
You know she used to be the homeboy's lady
doncha know 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, full breeze
And I'll be

Chorus x 2

(mandolin break)


Verse Three:

Later on that day my homey Dr. Dre
He came by with a gang of Tanqueray
And a fat ass J, of some bubonic chronic you now he made me choke
It ain't no joke I had to back up off of it and sit my cup of gin down
doncha know Tanqueray and chronic, well I'm fucked up now
But it ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin
Dr. Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton
To serve me not with a cherry on top
Cause when I bust my nut you know I'm raisin to pop a cop
but 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

Chorus

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)

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