Verse 1:
With so much drama in the LBC
It's kind of hard being Snoop D O double G
But I, some how some way
Keep coming up with funky ass shit like every single day
May I, kick a little somethin for the G's
And make a few ends as I breeze through, you know it's
Two in the mornin and the party still jumpin' cause my mama aint home
I got bitches in the living room gettin it on
And they aint leavin till six in the mornin
So what you wanna do,
I got a pocket rull of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But for what, we don't love them whores
Yeah, so we gonna smoke an ounce to this
G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
Chorus:
and I'll be Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
D5 N/C
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
D5 N/C
Laid back, with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Verse 2: same chords
Now that, I got me some seagram's gin
Everybody got their cups but they ain't chipped in
Now this types of shit happens all the time
You gotta gets yours before I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you're listenin to the D O G
I got the cultivatin music that be captivatin me
Who hears the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
And get to macin to this bitch named Shady
She used to be the homeboy's lady
Ain't even freeze when I tell that bitch please
Raise up off this nuts cause you gets none of these
At ease, as I mob with the Dog Pound, feel the breeze
Chorus:
With so much drama in the LBC
It's kind of hard being Snoop D O double G
But I, some how some way
Keep coming up with funky ass shit like every single day
May I, kick a little somethin for the G's
And make a few ends as I breeze through, you know it's
Two in the mornin and the party still jumpin' cause my mama aint home
I got bitches in the living room gettin it on
And they aint leavin till six in the mornin
So what you wanna do,
I got a pocket rull of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But for what, we don't love them whores
Yeah, so we gonna smoke an ounce to this
G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
Chorus:
and I'll be Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
D5 N/C
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
D5 N/C
Laid back, with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Verse 2: same chords
Now that, I got me some seagram's gin
Everybody got their cups but they ain't chipped in
Now this types of shit happens all the time
You gotta gets yours before I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you're listenin to the D O G
I got the cultivatin music that be captivatin me
Who hears the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
And get to macin to this bitch named Shady
She used to be the homeboy's lady
Ain't even freeze when I tell that bitch please
Raise up off this nuts cause you gets none of these
At ease, as I mob with the Dog Pound, feel the breeze
Chorus: