Intro: Dre

*man pissing*
Heah hah hah!
I´m serious nigga one of y´all niggaz got this ass motherfuckin up
Aiy baby, aiy baby... aiy baby get some bubblegum in this motherfucker
Steady long, steady long nigga

Verse One: Snoop

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 (yeah)
and, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze, through
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 (six in the mornin)
So what you wanna do, sheeeit
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, yeah!
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
G´s up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers 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
Everybody got they cups, but they ain´t chipped in
Now this types of shit, happens all the time
You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G
I got the cultivating 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 get to mackin to this bitch named Sadie (Sadie?)
She used to be the homeboy´s lady (Oh, that bitch)
Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please
Raise up off these N-U-T´s, cause you gets none of these
At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze
beeeitch, I´m just

Chorus

Verse Three:

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 ain´t no joke
I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I´m fucked 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, that´s just how it goes
I don´t love you hoes, I´m out the do´
And I´ll be

Chorus

Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
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 (beeotch!!)
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]