| Lyrics: | Intro: Dre
*man pissing*
Heah hah hah!
I'm serious nigga one of y'all niggaz
got this ass motherfuckin up
Aiy baby, aiy baby... aiy baby get some bubblegum in this
motherfucker
Steady long, steady long nigga
Verse One: Snoop
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 (yeah)
and, make a few ends as (yeah!) 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 (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
G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers 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 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 (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-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
Chorus
Verse Three:
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 and sit my cup
down
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I'm fucked up now
But it ain't no stoppin, I'm 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, I'm raisin up off the cot
Don't get upset girl, that's just
how it goes
I don't love you hoes, I'm 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] |
