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 some bitches in the living room gettin' it on
And, they ain't leavin' til six in the mornin' (six in the mornin')
So what you want to 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, biatch!
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 type of shit, it happens all the time
Nigga you gotta get yours before I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you listenin' to the d-o-g
I got the cultivating music that be captivating heat
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-you-t's, cause you gets none of these
At ease (bow-wow-wow) 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, sit my cup down
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I'm fucked up now
But it ain't no stoppin' 'cause I'm still poppin'
And Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton
To serve me, not with a cherry on top
'Cause when I thru, I gots to hit da dope spot
Don't get upset 'cause 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
Now let me hear ya say Death Row (Death Row)
Say Death Row (Death Row)
Say Dogg Pound (Dogg Pound)
Say Dogg Pound (Dogg Pound)
Say Snoop Dogg (Snoop Dogg)
Say Snoop Dogg (Snoop Dogg)
Say Gin 'N Juice (Gin N Juice)
Say Gin 'N Juice (Gin N Juice)
Nothin' but a gangsta, not-no, nothing but a gangsta, nothin' but a gangster, nothin' but a gangsta party!

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