much drama in the LBC,
it's kinda hard being
Snoop D -O -double -G.
But I, somehow, someway,
keep comin' up with funky -ass shit
like every single day
May I, kick a little somethin' 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 mama ain't home
I got bitches in the living
room gettin' it on,
and they ain't leavin' till
six in the mornin'
So what you want to do?
Shit, I got a pocket full of rubbers
and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights
and close the door, but
But what? We don't love them hoes, yeah
So we gon' smoke a ounce to this
Jeans up, hoes down
While you motherfuckers bounce to this
Rollin' down the street
Smokin' in and out
Sippin' on gin and juice
Laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
Rollin' down the street
Smokin' in and out
Sippin' on gin and juice
Laid back
With my mind on my money
And my
Now back I got me some
sequins jeans
Everybody got they cups
but they ain't chipped in
Now this types of shit happens all the time
You gotta get yours but
fool I gotta get mine
Everything is fine
when you're listening to the D .O .G
I got the cultivatin' music
that be captivatin' 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 Shady
She used to be the homeboy's lady
Eighty degrees when I tell
that bitch please
Raise up off these N .U .Ts
cause you get none of these
At ease, as I mobbed with the Dog Pound,
feel the breeze, be out your jazz
Rolling down the street,
smoking in and out,
sipping on gin and gills
Laid back, with my mind on my money
and my money on my mind
Rolling down the street,
smoking in and out,
sipping on gin and gills
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 Tangeray 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,
Tangeray 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 put a cherry on top,
cause when I bust my nut,
I'm raisin' a bottle to cop
Don't get upset, girl,
that's just how it goes,
I don't love you hoes,
I'm out the door
Rollin' down the street,
smokin' in and out,
sippin' on gin and gills, lay back
With my mind on my money
and my money on my mind
Rollin' down the street,
smokin' in and out,
sippin' on gin and gills, lay back
With my mind on my money
and my money on my mind
Rollin' down the street,
smokin' in and out,
sippin' on gin and gills, biatch
With my mind, all my money
and my money on my mind
Rollin' down the street,
smokin' mango
Sippin' on gin and juice, biatch
With my mind, all my money
and my money on my mind