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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,
Fool, 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

Rollin down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice
(With my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
Rollin down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice
(With my mind on my money and my money on my mind)

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

Rollin down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice
(With my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
Rollin down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice
(With my mind on my money and my money on my mind)

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', 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, but that's how it goes
We don't love you hoes, I'm out the do' now

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)
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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,
Fool, 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

Rollin down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice
(With my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
Rollin down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice
(With my mind on my money and my money on my mind)

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

Rollin down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice
(With my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
Rollin down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice
(With my mind on my money and my money on my mind)

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', 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, but that's how it goes
We don't love you hoes, I'm out the do' now

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)
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Writer: Calvin Broadus, Andre Young, Harry Casey, Richard Finch, Daniel Webster, Mark Adams, Raymond Guy Turner, Steve Arrington, Steve Washington
Copyright: Lyrics © ENTERTAINMENT ONE U.S. LP, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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