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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 in this motherfucker
Steady long, steady long

Verse snoop

With so much in the l-b-c
Its kinda hard bein d-o-double-g
But i, somehow, way
comin up with funky ass shit like every single day
May i, kick a little for the gs (yeah)
And, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze,
Two in the mornin and the partys jumpin
Cause my aint home
I got bitches in the living gettin it on
And, aint leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin)
So you wanna do, sheeeit
I got a full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and close the
But (but what) we dont love hoes, yeah!
So we gonna a ounce to this
Gs up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers to this

Chorus: 2x

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

two:

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

Verse

on that 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 poppin
Dre got some bitches from the city of
To serve me, not with a on top
when I bust my nut, Im raisin up off the cot
Dont get upset girl, just how it goes
I dont you hoes, Im out the do
And Ill be

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