So much drama in 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 nearly every single day
Can I kick a little something for the G's?
And, make a few friends as I breeze through
Don't you know it's two in the mornin' and the party's still jumpin'
'Cause my momma ain't ho-ome
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 hoo?
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 a ounce to this
G's up, hoes down, like you motherfuckers bounce to this
Ho-ho-ho and I 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 yo
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I got me some Seagram's gin
And every body got their cups, but they ain't chipped in
You know this type of shit, happens all the time
Gotta get yours before I get mine
Everything is fine when you listenin' to the D-O-G
He gots 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 maping with this bitch named Sadie
Yeah she used to be the homeboy's lady
Don't you know it's eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please
Raise up off these N-U-T's, did you gets none of these?
As I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze
And I 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
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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 know it made me choke
It ain't no joke, I had to back up off of it
Set my cup of gin down
Dont you 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 city of Compton
To serve me, not with a cherry on top
'Cause when I bust my nut, you know I'm raisin' up off the cot
Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes
I don't love you hoes, that's why 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
Roll on' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Roll on' down the street, (rollin' down) (smokin' indo, (rollin' down sipping' on gin and juice (biiitch!)