[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
With so much drama in the LBC
It's kind of 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 I breeze through? (Yeah)
2 in the mornin' and the party's still jumpin'
'Cause my mama ain't home
I got bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on
And they ain't leavin' 'til 6 in the mornin'
(6 in the mornin' - 6 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 gon' smoke an ounce to this
G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
[Chorus: Lil David Ruffin, Snoop Dogg, Daz Dillinger]
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
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Now that I got me some Seagram's gin
Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in
Now this type of shit happens all the time
You gotta get yours but, fool, I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you listening 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 my 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 Tha Dogg Pound, feel the breeze
Biatch, I'm just...
[Chorus: Lil David Ruffin, Snoop Dogg, Daz Dillinger]
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
[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
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 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 door
And I'll be...
[Chorus: Lil David Ruffin, Snoop Dogg, Daz Dillinger]
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
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin and juice (Biatch)
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin and juice (Biatch)
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
