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dre

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

Verse snoop

With so much in the l-b-c
Its hard bein snoop d-o-double-g
But i, somehow, way
Keep comin up with funky ass shit like every day
May i, kick a something for the gs (yeah)
And, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze,
Two in the mornin and the partys jumpin
Cause my momma aint
I got bitches in the room gettin it on
And, they leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin)
So what you wanna do,
I got a pocket of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So off the lights and close the doors
But (but what) we love 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 my mind on my money and my money on my mind]

Verse

Now, that, I got me seagrams gin
Everybody got they cups, but they aint in
Now this of shit, happens all the time
You got to get yours but I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you 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 mackin to this named sadie (sadie? )
She used to be the homeboys (oh, that bitch)
degrees, when I tell that bitch please
Raise up off these n-u-ts, cause you gets none of
At ease, as I mob with the dogg pound, the breeze
Beeeitch, Im

Verse

Later on day
My homey dr. dre came through a gang of tanqueray
And a fat ass j, of bubonic chronic 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 no stoppin, Im still poppin
Dre got some bitches from the city of
To me, not with a cherry on top
Cause when I bust my nut, Im up off the cot
Dont get upset girl, thats just how it
I dont you hoes, Im out the do
And Ill be

Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and (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]