Album: Doggystyle (1993)
(INTRO)
He he ha
I am serious nigga one of ya´ll niggas got some bad mothaf*ckin
Breath up here hey baby hey baby hay baby gimme some
Bubble gum in this mothaf*cka somethin man lets gone
And get somethin to eat study long study wrong nigga
With so much drama in the LBC
It is 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 somethin´ for the G´s & make a few ends as I
Breeze through two in tha mornin & the party´s still jumpin
Cause my mama aint home.
I got bitches in the livin´ room gettin´ it on
And they aint leavin´ until 6 in the morning (six in tha mornin)
So whatcha want to do?
Shit, I got a pocket full of rubbers & my home boys do too
So turn off the lights & close the door
But for what--we do not love dem hoes
Yeahh so we going to smoke an ounce to this
G´s up hoes down while ya motherf*ckas bounce to this.
Rollin´ down the street smokin´ endoe sippin´ on gin n juice
Laid back--with my mind on my money & my money on my mind
Rollin´ down the street smokin´ endoe sippin´ on gin n juice
Laid back--with my mind on my money & my money on my mind
Now that I got me some Seagram´s gin
Everybody´s got their cups but the aint chipped in
Now this types of shit happens all the time
You´ve got to get yours but fool I´ve got to get mine
Everything´s fine when you are listening to the D O G
I got to cultivatin the 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 to mackin´ this bitch named Sadie (Sadie?)
She used to be the home boys´ lady (Oh that bitch)
80 degress when I tell that bitch please
Raise up off these N.U.T´s
Could you get some of these at ease
As I rhyme with the dog pound feel the breeze
Biyatch I am just
Rollin´ down the street smokin´ endoe sippin´ on gin n juice
Laid back--with my mind on my money & my money on my mind
Rollin´ down the street smokin´ endoe sippin´ on gin n juice
Laid back--with my mind on my money & my money on my mind
Later on that day my homey Dr. Dre
Came through with a gang of Tanqueray
And a fat-ass J of some bubonic chronic that made me choke
Shit--this aint no joke-- I´ve to back up
Off of it & sit my cup down
Tanqueray & chronic, yea I am f*cked up now
But it aint no stoppin´ I am still poppin´
Dre gots the bitches from the city of Compton
To serve me--not with a cherry on top
´Cause when I bust my nutt
I am raisin up out the cock
Don´t get upset girl that is just how it goes
I do not love you hoes--I am out the door
And I will be...
Rollin´ down the street smokin´ endoe sippin´ on gin n juice
Laid back--with my mind on my money & my money on my mind
Rollin´ down the street smokin´ endoe sippin´ on gin n juice
Laid back--with my mind on my money & my money on my mind
Rollin´ down the street smokin´ endoe sippin´ on gin n juice
Biyatch--with my mind on my money & my money on my mind
Rollin´ down the street smokin´ endoe sippin´ on gin n juice
Biyatch--with my mind on my money & my money on my mind