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

and, make a few moves as I breeze, two

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 the

So what you gonna do,

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, So we gonna smoke a ounce to this

G's up, hoes down, while all you brothers bounce to this



[Chorus: repeat 2x]



Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice

(with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)



[Verse Two:]



got me some Seagram's gin

Everybody got their cups, but they ain't chipped in

types of things, happens all the time

You got to get yours before I gotta get mine

Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G

I got the cultivating music that be captivating me

when you listen to the words that I speak

As I take me a drink to the middle of the street

mack to a chick named Sadie

used to be my homeboy's lady (that bitch)

Eighty degrees, when I tell the chick please

and I Dogg Pound, feelin the breeze



[Chorus]



[Verse Three:]



Later on that day

My homey Dr. Dre came over with a gang of Tanqueray

some fat ass G, 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 jacked up now

But it ain't no stoppin, Ic1