With so much drama in 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 nearly every single day Can I, kick a little something for the G's and, make a few friends is a breeze, through Two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin cause my momma ain't ho-ome I got bitches in the living room gettin it on and, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin So what you wanna do hoo 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 whores So we gonna smoke a ounce to this G's up, hoes down, while you motherf**kers bounce to this Chorus: repeat 2X 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 Two: Now that I got me some Seagram's gin Every body got their cups, but they ain't chipped in Ya know this type of shit, happens all the time Gotta get yours before I get mine Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G He gots the cultivating music that be captivating he who hears the words that I speak As I take me a drink to the middle of the street and get mackin to this bitch named Sadie She used to be the homeboy's lady Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please Raise up off these N-U-T's, cause you gets none of these as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze Chorus