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
And, make a few moves while I breeze, to
Two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin
Cause my momma ain't home
I got the 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 gonna do,
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn out the lights and close the door
But (but what) we don't love them hoes,
So we gonna smoke an ounce to this
G's up, hoes down, while my fuckers bounce to this

[Chorus: repeat 2x]

Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
(with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)

[Verse Two:]
Got me some Seagram's gin
Everybodys got their cups, but they ain't chipped in
Now these type of things, happen 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
Got the cultivating music that be captivating me
When you listen, to the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
And get a mackin to this bitch named Sadie
She used to be the homeboy’s lady (oh, that bitch)
Eighty degrees, when I tell that chick please
In a dog pound, feelin' the breeze.

[Chorus]

[Verse Three:]

Later on that day
My homey dr. dre came over with a gang of tanqueray
And a fat ass g, 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
Bang around 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 ain't raisin' the blood off the cut
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
[with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
[with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]