With so much drama in L-B-C

It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G

But I, I somehow, some way Keep comin up funky ass shit nearly every single day

Can I, kick a little something for the G's and, make a few friends as I breeze through

Dont you know its 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 till six in the mornin

So whatcha wanna do?

I got a pocket full o rubbers and my homeboys do too

So turn off the lights and close the doors

But (but what) we don't love them whores,

And we gonna smoke an ounce to that

G's up, hoes down, like you mother fuckers bounce to that



And I'll be 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]



I got me some Seagram's gin

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

Ya know this type of shit, happens all the time

You gotta get yours before I get mine

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

He's got the cultivatin music thats been captivatin me

But who hears, the words I speak

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

I started rappin with this bitch named Sadie

You know she used to be the homeboy's lady

Dont cha know it's 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, full breeze



And I'll be 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] -acapo