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]