Ain't it sad the vicar lost his face
The congregation warned them not to stray
They ran him out of town
He's always getting caught with his trousers down

I declare myself unfit to breathe
I drink, I smoke and lies have stained my teeth
On pancake day I lent you my frying pan

Blaze a joint and get my homies round
Our neighbours keep complaining 'bout the sound
"Turn it down", they say
Relax, biatch, it's Snoop Dogg and Dr Dre
Snoop Dogg and Dr Dre