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