| Heah hah hah!
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| I’m serious nigga one of y’all niggas 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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| 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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| Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
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| Laid back
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| Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
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| Laid back
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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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| Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
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| Laid back
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| Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
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| Laid back
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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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| Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
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| Laid back
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| Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
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| Laid back
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| Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
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| Laid back
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| Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
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| Laid back |