Ugh Ha-ha-ha, Im serious, nigga
One of yall niggas got some bad motherfuckin breath
Oh, man Aye, baby, aye, baby, shit aye, baby
Get some bubblegum in this motherfucker or somethin
Aye, nigga, get somethin to eat, dog
Aye, nigga, study long, study wrong, nigg
With so much drama in the L-B-C
Its kind of 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 Gs
And make a few ends as I breeze through?
Two in the mornin and the partys still jumpin
Cause my momma aint home
I got bitches in the livin room gettin it on
And they aint leavin till six in the mornin
So what you wanna do?
Shit, 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 dont love them hoes, yeah
So we gon smoke a ounce to this
Gs 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 Seagrams gin
Everybody got they cups, but they aint chipped in
Now this type of shit happens all the time
You got to get yours but, fool, I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you listening 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 Sadie?
She used to be the homeboys lady Oh, that bitch
80 degrees, when I tell that bitch 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 beyotch, Im 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 homie Dr. Dre
Came through with a gang of Tanqueray
And a fat ass J of some bubonic chronic
That made me choke shit, this aint no joke
I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah, Im fucked up now
But it aint no stoppin, Im still poppin
Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton
To serve me not with a cherry on top
Cause when I bust my nut Im raising up off the cot
Dont get upset, girl, thats just how it goes
I dont love you, hoes, Im out the door, and Ill 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
Rollin down the street, smokin indo
Sippin on gin and juice, beyotch
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
Rollin down the street, smokin indo
Sippin on gin and juice, beyotch
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind