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Intro: Dre
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*man pissing*
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Heah hah hah!
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I'm serious nigga one of y'all niggaz got this ass motherfuckin up
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Aiy baby, aiy baby... aiy baby get some bubblegum in this motherfucker
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Steady long, steady long nigga
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Verse One: Snoop
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With so much drama in the L-B-C
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It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G
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But I, somehow, some way
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Keep comin up with funky ass shit like every single day
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May I, kick a little something for the G's (yeah)
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and, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze, through
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Two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin
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cause my momma ain't home
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I got bitches in the living room gettin it on
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and, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin)
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So what you wanna do, sheeeit
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I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
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So turn off the lights and close the doors
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But (but what) we don't love them hoes, yeah!
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So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
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G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
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Chorus: repeat 2X
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Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
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Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
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Verse Two:
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Now, that, I got me some Seagram's gin
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Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in
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Now this types of shit, happens all the time
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You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine
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Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G
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I got the cultivating music that be captivating he
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who listens, to the words that I speak
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As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
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and get to mackin to this bitch named Sadie (Sadie?)
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She used to be the homeboy's lady (Oh, that bitch)
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Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please
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Raise up off these N-U-T's, cause you gets none of these
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At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze
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beeeitch, I'm just
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Chorus
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Verse Three:
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Later on that day
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My homey Dr. Dre came through with a gang of Tanqueray
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And a fat ass J, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke
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Shit, this ain't no joke
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I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
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Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I'm fucked up now
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But it ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin
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Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton
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To serve me, not with a cherry on top
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Cause when I bust my nut, I'm raisin up off the cot
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Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes
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I don't love you hoes, I'm out the do'
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And I'll be
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Chorus
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Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
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Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
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Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
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Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
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Gin and Juice
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| Snoop Doggy Dogg |
