Intro: A - D (2x)
A D
With so much drama in L-B-C
A D
It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G
A D
But I, I somehow, some way
A D
Keep comin up funky ass shit nearly every single day
A D
And, can I kick a little something, mmm, for the G's
A D
and, make a few friends as I breeze through
A D
Don't you know it's two in the mornin' and our party's still jumpin'
A D
Cause my momma ain't ho-ome
A D
I got bitches in the living room gettin' it on
A D
and they ain't leavin' til six in the mornin' so
A D
what you wanna do
A D
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
A D
So turn off the lights and close the doors
A D
But, but what, we don't love them whores
A D
And we gonna smoke a ounce to that
A D
G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
And I'll be
A D A
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice
D
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
A D A
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice
D
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind, y'all
(Double Time)
A-D (4x)
A D
I got me some Seagram's gin
A D
Everybody got their cup, but they ain't chipped in
A D
You know, this type of shit happens all the time
A D
You gotta get yours before I get mine
A D
Everything is fine when you listenin' to the D-O-G
A D
He's got the cultivating music that be captivating me
A D
But, a who, who hears the words that I speak
A D
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
A D
I started mackin' with this bitch named Sadie
A D
You know, she used to be the homeboy's lady
A D
Don't you know it's eighty degrees when I tell that bitch please
A D
Raise up off these N-U-Ts cause you gets none of these, at ease
A D
as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze
A D A
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice
D
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
A D A
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice
D
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind, y'all
(solo)
(lay back)
A D
So Later on that day
A D
My homey Dr. Dre
A D
He came by with a gang of Tanqueray
A D
And a fat ass J,
A D
of some bubonic chronic, you know it made me choke
A D
It ain't no joke, I had to back up off it,
A D
Set my cup of gin down, Don't you know
A D
Tanqueray and chronic, well I'm fucked up now
A D
But it ain't stoppin', I'm still poppin'
A D
Dr. Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton
A D
To serve me, not with a cherry on top
A D
Cause when I bust my nut, you know I'm ragin to pop a cop
A D
But Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes
A D
I don't love you hoes, that's why I'm out the door
And I'll be
A D A
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice
D
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
A D A
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice
D
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind, y'all
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