Hahaha, I'm serious, n**ga
One of y'all n**gas got some bad motherf**kin' breath
(Oh, man) aye, baby, aye, baby, (shit) aye, baby
Get some bubblegum in this motherf**ker or somethin'
Aye, n**ga, get somethin' to eat, dog
Aye, n**ga, study long, study wrong, n**ga
With so much drama in the L-B-C
It's kinda hard being 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?
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 don't love them hoes (yeah)
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
G's up, hoes down, while you motherf**kers 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 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)
80 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
Biatch, 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 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 ain't no joke
I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I'm f**ked 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 t
