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   I'm not an evil man   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