With so much drama in the L-B-C   It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G   But I, I somehow, some way-hay   Keep comin up funky ass shit man every single day, and   Can I kick a little sompin for the G's (yeah)   and, make a few friends as I breeze through,   Dont you know it's Two in the mawnin and    our party's still jumpin cause my momma ain't home-home   I got bitches in the living room gettin me hawney   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 doos too   So turn off the lights and close the doors   But (but what?) we don't love them whores   And we gonna smoke a ounce to that   G's up, hoes down, like you motherfuckers bounce to that   (haw haw haw)   And i'd be..         Chorus:       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]      Verse Two:      I got me some Seagram's gin   Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in   you know this type of shit, happens all the time   You got to get yours before I get mine   Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G   I got the cultivating music that be captivating me but   who hears, to the words that I speak   As I take me a drink to the middle of the street   i started laughin with this bitch named Sadie (Sadie?)   (ya know?) She used to be the homeboy's lady    dontcha kno its 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   ill be      Chorus      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]      Verse Three:      Later on that day-hay   My homey Dr. Dre he came by with a gang of Tanqueray   And a fat ass J-hay, of some bubonic chronic you know it made me cho-oke   it ain't no joke   I had to back up off of it and sit my cup of gin do-own   (dontcha kno) Tanqueray and chronic, well I'm fucked up now   But it 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 up off the cot   Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes   I don't love you hoes, thats why I'm out the do'   And I'll be      Chorus      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]ya'll      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]