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
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