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dre

*man
hah hah!
Im serious nigga one of yall niggaz got ass motherfuckin up
Aiy baby, aiy baby... aiy baby get some bubblegum in this
Steady long, long nigga

Verse one:

With so much drama in the
Its hard bein snoop d-o-double-g
But i, somehow, way
Keep comin up with ass shit like every single day
May i, a little something for the gs (yeah)
And, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze,
Two in the mornin and the partys still
Cause my momma aint
I got bitches in the living room it on
And, they aint leavin til six in the (six in the mornin)
So what you do, sheeeit
I got a pocket full of and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and the doors
But (but what) we dont them hoes, yeah!
So we smoke a ounce to this
Gs up, hoes down, while you bounce to this

repeat 2x

Rollin the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back [with my on my money and my money on my mind]

two:

Now, that, I got me seagrams gin
Everybody got they cups, but they chipped in
Now this types of shit, all the time
You got to get but fool I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you to the d-o-g
I got the cultivating music that be he
Who listens, to the that I speak
As I me a drink to the middle of the street
And get to mackin to this bitch sadie (sadie? )
She used to be the homeboys (oh, that bitch)
Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch
Raise up off these n-u-ts, cause you gets none of
At ease, as I mob the dogg pound, feel the breeze
Beeeitch, Im

Verse

on that day
My homey dr. dre came with a gang of tanqueray
And a fat ass j, of some bubonic chronic that made me
Shit, this no joke
I had to up off of it and sit my cup down
and chronic, yeah Im fucked up now
But it aint no stoppin, Im still
Dre got bitches from the city of compton
To me, not with a cherry on top
when I bust my nut, Im raisin up off the cot
Dont get upset girl, thats how it goes
I dont you hoes, Im out the do
And Ill be

Rollin down the street, indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!)
back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Rollin down the street, indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!)
back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]