With so much drama in L-B-C 
 
 It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G 
 
 But I, I somehow, some way Keep comin up funky ass shit nearly every single day 
 
 Can I, kick a little something for the G's and, make a few friends as I breeze through 
 
 Don't you know its 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 till six in the mornin 
 
 So whatcha wanna do? 
 
 I got a pocket full o rubbers and my homeboys do too 
 
 So turn off the lights and close the doors 
 
 But (but what) we don't love them whores, 
 
 And we gonna smoke an ounce to that 
 
 G's up, hoes down, like you motherfuckers bounce to that 
 
  
  And I'll be 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] 
 
 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] 
  
 
 I got me some Seagram's gin 
 
 Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in 
 
 Ya know this type of shit, happens all the time 
 
 You gotta get yours before I get mine 
 
 Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G 
 
 He's got the cultivatin music that's been captivatin me 
 
 But who hears, the words I speak 
 
 As I take me a drink to the middle of the street 
 
 I started rappin with this bitch named Sadie 
 
 You know she used to be the homeboy's lady 
 
 Don't cha know it's 80 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, full breeze 
  
 
 And I'll be 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] 
 
 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] 
  
 
 Later on that day 
 
 My homey Dr. Dre 
 
 He came by with a gang of Tanqueray 
 
 And a fat ass J, of some bubonic chronic you know it made me choke it ain't no joke 
 
 I had to back up off of it and set my cup o gin down 
 
 Don't cha know Tanqueray and chronic, well I'm fucked up now 
 
 But there ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin 
 
 Dr. Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton 
 
 To serve me, not with a cherry on top 
 
 Cause when I bust my nut, You know I'm raisin to pop a cop 
 
 But don't get upset girl that's just how it goes 
 
 I don't love you hoes, That's why I'm out the do' 
  
 
 And I'll be 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] 
 
 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] 
  
 
 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] 
  
 
 Beeoch. (Beeoch wo wo wo)
  
 
 Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice