Beeotch, with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Eighty degrees when I tell that bitch please
Now that I got me some Seagram's gin
Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo, sippin' on gin and juice
Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo, sippin' on gin and juice
So what you wanna do? Sheeit
And a fat ass J of some bubonic chronic that made me choke
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
'Cause my momma ain't home
Shit, this ain't no joke
At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound feel the breeze bitch, I'm just
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
And get to mackin' to this bitch named Sadie
And make a few ends as I breeze through?
Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo, sippin' on gin and juice
G's up, hoes down while you motherfuckers bounce to this
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Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Came through with a gang of tanqueray
Got this ass motherfuckin' up, ay baby, ay baby
But, but what? We don't love them hoes
I got bitches in the living room gettin' it on
I'm serious nigga one of y'all niggaz
I got the cultivating music that be captivating he
Who listens to the words that I speak
'Cause when I bust my nut, I'm raisin up off the cot
Everything is fine when you listenin' to the D O G
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I'm fucked up now
Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo, sippin' on gin and juice
Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo, sippin' on gin and juice
With so much drama in the LBC
Two in the mornin' and the party's still jumpin'
And they ain't leavin' till six in the mornin'
Don't get upset girl that's just how it goes
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
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Later on that day my homey Dr. Dre
Steady long, steady long nigga
Everybody got they cups but they ain't chipped in
Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo, sippin' on gin and juice
May I kick a little something for the G's
I don't love you hoes, I'm out the do' and I'll be
Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo, sippin' on gin and juice
She used to be the homeboy's lady
Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo, sippin' on gin and juice
It's kinda hard bein' Snoop D O double G
Raise up off these N U Ts, bitch you gets none of these
To serve me not with a cherry on top
Beeotch, with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
But I, somehow, someway
So we gonna smoke a ounce to that
Now this types of shit happens all the time
I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
Keep comin' up with funky ass shit like every single day
Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But it ain't no stoppin', I'm still poppin'
Ay baby get some bubblegum in this motherfucker
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine