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Heah hah hah! I'm serious nigga one of y'all niggaz got this ass motherfuckin upAiy baby, aiy baby... aiy baby get some bubblegum in this motherfuckerSteady long, steady long niggaWith so much drama in the L-B-CIt's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-GBut I, somehow, some wayKeep comin up with funky ass shit like every single dayMay I, kick a little something for the G's (yeah)and, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze, throughTwo in the mornin and the party's still jumpincause my momma ain't homeI got bitches in the living room gettin it onand, they ain't 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 don't love them hoes, yeah!So we gonna smoke a ounce to thisG's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to thisRollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juiceLaid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juiceLaid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]Letras de cancionesNow, that, I got me some Seagram's ginEverybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped inNow this types of shit, 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 bitch named Sadie (Sadie?)She used to be the homeboy's lady (Oh, that bitch)Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch pleaseRaise up off these N-U-T's, cause you gets none of theseAt ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breezebeeeitch, I'm justRollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juiceLaid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juiceLaid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]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 ain't no jokeI had to back up off of it and sit my cup downTanqueray and chronic, yeah I'm fucked up nowBut it ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppinDre got some bitches from the city of ComptonTo serve me, not with a cherry on topCause when I bust my nut, I'm raisin up off the cotDon't get upset girl, that's just how it goesI don't love you hoes, I'm out the do'And I'll be Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juiceLaid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juiceLaid 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]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] From Letras Mania