With so much drama in 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 nearly every single day Can I, kick a little something for the G's And, make a few friends is a breeze, through Two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin Cause my momma ain't ho-ome I got bitches in the living room gettin it on 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 do too So turn off the lights and close the doors But (but what) we don't love them whores So we gonna smoke a ounce to this G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this 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 Now that I got me some Seagram's gin Every body got their cups, but they ain't chipped in Ya know this type of shit, happens all the time Gotta get yours before I get mine Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G He gots the cultivating music that be captivating he Who hears the words that I speak As I take me a drink to the middle of the street And get mackin to this bitch named Sadie She used to be the homeboy's lady Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please Raise up off these N-U-T's, cause you gets none of these As I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze 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 (Slows down) Later on that day My homey Dr. Dre He came by with a gang of Tanqueray And a fat ass J, (Speeds up) Of some bubonic chronic you know it made me choke It ain't no joke, I had to back up off of it, Set my cup of gin down (Stops) Yeah, Tanqueray and chronic, well I'm fked up now (speeds back up) 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, ya 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, 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 {beeotch!} Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind

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 ends as I breeze, through 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 til six in the mornin So what you wanna do I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too So turn off the lights and close the doors But (but what) we don't love them hoes So we gonna smoke a ounce to this G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice Laid back Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice Laid back Now, that, I got me some Seagram's gin Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in Now this types of shit, happens 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 I got the cultivating music that be captivating he Who listens, to the words that I speak As I take me a drink to the middle of the street And get to mackin to this bitch named Sadie She used to be the homeboy's lady 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 Beeeitch, I'm just Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice Laid back Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice Laid back (Solo) Later on that day My homey Dr. Dre Came through with a gang of Tanqueray And a fat ass J, 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 Gin N Juice down Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I'm fucked up now But it ain't no stoppin, I'm keep 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'm raisin up off the cot 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 Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice Laid back Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice Laid back Laid back Laid back Laid back Laid back Laid back Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice

What is that vitalizing sound? Calling me In my head Repeatedly What is that visionary sight? Before my eyes So prominent So mesmerizing turbulent You've got a hold on me Your ingenuity Seems to be driving me Down on my knees The force you generate You reinvigorate Your body talks And overstates (Well) I'm already drawn Close to the divine Intoxicating images are rushing through my mind Embodiment of sin Has kindled me within Sensations seems to multiply, they're building up inside Cutting through the night Radiating light I've seen you move the crowd I know what you're about The stories I have heard The talk about excess I know what people say But surely you impress Charismatic pill You elevated sun Vanity and pride Added into one A universal force An autonomic high A thing I can't control No matter how I try What have you done to me This candid chemistry Emotions running over me And when you arch your back Just with a stare like that Well, it's natural to interact I'm not holding back Ready to commence Caught up in your blizzard So confusing and intense Synergy of two Energy gone wild See the stars align To spell your name out in the sky Never seen a sight So fascinating right A symmetry between Dirty and pristine Calling out so loud Beautiful and true Mystery about Everything you do Charismatic drug You elevated sun Vanity and pride Added into one A universal force An autonomic high A thing I can't control No matter how I try This electricity Injected into me Emotions running over me And when you're getting close You touch my innermost A feeling deep inside me knows Wonders of delight Cutting through the night Know you've got it all I can't do without Burning in my veins Ripping through my soul I'll never be the same A secret can't be told Charismatic pill You elevated sun Vanity and pride Added into one A universal force An autonomic high A thing I can't control No matter how I try