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dre

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

one: snoop

With so much in the l-b-c
Its kinda hard bein d-o-double-g
But i, somehow, way
Keep comin up funky 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 and the partys still jumpin
Cause my momma home
I got bitches in the living room it on
And, aint leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin)
So you wanna do, sheeeit
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my do too
So off the lights and close the doors
But (but what) we dont love hoes, yeah!
So we gonna smoke a ounce to
Gs up, hoes down, while you bounce to this

repeat 2x

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

two:

Now, that, I got me seagrams gin
got they cups, but they aint chipped in
Now this types of shit, happens all the
You got to get yours but fool I get mine
is fine when you listenin to the d-o-g
I got the cultivating music be captivating he
Who listens, to the that I speak
As I take me a drink to the of the street
And get to to this bitch named sadie (sadie? )
She used to be the lady (oh, that bitch)
Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch
Raise up off these n-u-ts, cause you gets of these
At ease, as I mob the dogg pound, feel the breeze
Beeeitch, Im

Verse

Later on day
My homey dr. dre through with a gang of tanqueray
And a fat ass j, of some bubonic that made me choke
Shit, this no joke
I had to back up off of it and sit my cup
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah Im up now
But it aint no stoppin, Im still
Dre got some bitches from the of compton
To serve me, not 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 the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!)
Laid [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!)
Laid back my mind on my money and my money on my mind]