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[Intro: Dre] |
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[man pissing] |
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Heah hah hah! |
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I'm serious ************* one of y'all *************z got this ass mother****** up |
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Aiy baby, aiy baby... aiy baby get some bubblegum in this mother******* |
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Steady long, steady long ************* |
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[Verse One: Snoop] |
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With so much drama in the L-B-C |
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It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G |
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But I, somehow, some way |
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Keep comin up with funky ass *************t like every single day |
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May I, kick a little something for the G's (yeah) |
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and, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze, through |
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Two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin |
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cause my momma ain't home |
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I got ******* in the living room gettin it on |
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and, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin) |
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So what you wanna do, sheeeit |
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I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too |
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So turn off the lights and close the doors |
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But (but what) we don't love them hoes, yeah! |
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So we gonna smoke a ounce to this |
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G's up, hoes down, while you mother*******s bounce to this |
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[Chorus: repeat 2X] |
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Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice |
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Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind) |
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[Verse Two:] |
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Now, that, I got me some Seagram's gin |
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Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in |
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Now this types of *************t, happens all the time |
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You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine |
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Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G |
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I got the cultivating music that be captivating he |
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who listens, to the words that I speak |
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As I take me a drink to the middle of the street |
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and get to mackin to this ************* named Sadie (Sadie?) |
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She used to be the homeboy's lady (Oh, that *************) |
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Eighty degrees, when I tell that ************* please |
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Raise up off these N-U-T's, cause you gets none of these |
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At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze |
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beeeitch, I'm just |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse Three:] |
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Later on that day |
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My homey Dr. Dre came through with a gang of Tanqueray |
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And a fat ass J, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke |
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*************t, this ain't no joke |
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I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down |
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Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I'm ****** up now |
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But it ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin |
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Dre got some ******* from the city of Compton |
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To serve me, not with a cherry on top |
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Cause when I bust my nut, I'm raisin up off the cot |
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Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes |
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I don't love you hoes, I'm out the do' |
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And I'll be |
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[Chorus] |
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Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!) |
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Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind) |
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Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!) |
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Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind) |
