With so much drama in the l-b-c
Its kinda hard bein snoop d-o-double-g
But i, somehow, some way

Keep comin up with funky $$# %#@! like every single day
May i, kick a little something for the gs (yeah)
And, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze, through

Two in the mornin and the partys still jumpin
Cause my momma aint home
I got (*##$es in the living room gettin it on

And, they aint leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin)
So what you wanna do, sheeeit
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

Gs up, hoes down, while you mother$#&@ers bounce to this

Chorus: repeat 2x


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:


Now, that, I got me some seagrams gin
Everybody got they cups, but they aint chipped in
Now this types of %#@!, 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 (*##$ named sadie (sadie? )

She used to be the homeboys lady (oh, that (*##$)
Eighty degrees, when I tell that (*##$ please
Raise up off these n-u-ts, cause you gets none of these

At ease, as I mob with the dogg pound, feel the breeze
Beeeitch, Im just


Chorus

Verse three:


Later on that day
My homey dr. dre came through with a gang of tanqueray

And a fat $$# j, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke
%#@!, this aint no joke
I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down

Tanqueray and chronic, yeah Im $#&@ed up now
But it aint no stoppin, Im still poppin
Dre got some (*##$es from the city of compton

To serve me, not with a cherry on top
Cause when I bust my nut, Im raisin up off the cot
Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes

I don't love you hoes, Im out the do
And I'll be


Chorus

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]