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
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,
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But 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
She used to be the homeboy's lady
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
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