Thanks Moskowizzle

*man pissing*Heah hah hah!Im serious nigga one of yall niggaz got this ass motherf**in upAiy baby, aiy baby… aiy baby get some bubblegum in this motherf***erSteady long, steady long niggaVerse one: snoopWith so much drama in the l-b-cIts kinda hard bein snoop d-o-double-gBut i, somehow, some wayKeep comin up with funky ass s**t like every single dayMay i, kick a little something for the gs (yeah)And, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze, throughTwo in the mornin and the partys still jumpinCause my momma aint homeI got bi**hes in the living room gettin it onAnd, they aint leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin)So what you wanna do, sheeeitI got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do tooSo turn off the lights and close the doorsBut (but what) we dont love them hoes, yeah!So we gonna smoke a ounce to thisGs up, hoes down, while you motherfu**rs bounce to thisChorus: repeat 2xRollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juiceLaid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]Verse two:Now, that, I got me some seagrams ginEverybody got they cups, but they aint chipped inNow this types of s**t, happens all the timeYou got to get yours but fool I gotta get mineEverything is fine when you listenin to the d-o-gI got the cultivating music that be captivating heWho listens, to the words that I speakAs I take me a drink to the middle of the streetAnd get to mackin to this bi**ch named sadie (sadie? )She used to be the homeboys lady (oh, that b**ch)Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch pleaseRaise up off these n-u-ts, cause you gets none of theseAt ease, as I mob with the dogg pound, feel the breezeBeeeitch, Im justChorusVerse three:Later on that dayMy homey dr. dre came through with a gang of tanquerayAnd a fat ass j, of some bubonic chronic that made me chokeShit, this aint no jokeI had to back up off of it and sit my cup downTanqueray and chronic, yeah Im f**ked up nowBut it aint no stoppin, Im still poppinDre got some bitches from the city of comptonTo serve me, not with a cherry on topCause when I bust my nut, Im raisin up off the cotDont get upset girl, thats just how it goesI dont love you hoes, Im out the doAnd Ill beChorusRollin 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]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]