Intro: A - D (2x) A D With so much drama in L-B-C A D It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G A D But I, I somehow, some way A D Keep comin up funky ass shit nearly every single day A D And, can I kick a little something, mmm, for the G's A D and, make a few friends as I breeze through A D Don't you know it's two in the mornin' and our party's still jumpin' A D Cause my momma ain't ho-ome A D I got bitches in the living room gettin' it on A D and they ain't leavin' til six in the mornin' so A D what you wanna do A D I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too A D So turn off the lights and close the doors A D But, but what, we don't love them whores A D And we gonna smoke a ounce to that A D G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this And I'll be A D A Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice D Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind A D A Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice D Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind, y'all (Double Time) A-D (4x) A D I got me some Seagram's gin A D Everybody got their cup, but they ain't chipped in A D You know, this type of shit happens all the time A D You gotta get yours before I get mine A D Everything is fine when you listenin' to the D-O-G A D He's got the cultivating music that be captivating me A D But, a who, who hears the words that I speak A D As I take me a drink to the middle of the street A D I started mackin' with this bitch named Sadie A D You know, she used to be the homeboy's lady A D Don't you know it's eighty degrees when I tell that bitch please A D Raise up off these N-U-Ts cause you gets none of these, at ease A D as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze A D A Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice D Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind A D A Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice D Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind, y'all (solo) (lay back) A D So Later on that day A D My homey Dr. Dre A D He came by with a gang of Tanqueray A D And a fat ass J, A D of some bubonic chronic, you know it made me choke A D It ain't no joke, I had to back up off it, A D Set my cup of gin down, Don't you know A D Tanqueray and chronic, well I'm fucked up now A D But it ain't stoppin', I'm still poppin' A D Dr. Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton A D To serve me, not with a cherry on top A D Cause when I bust my nut, you know I'm ragin to pop a cop A D But Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes A D I don't love you hoes, that's why I'm out the door And I'll be A D A Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice D Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind A D A Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice D Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind, y'all