*man pissing*
Heah hah hah!
Im serious nigga one of yaII niggaz got this ass motherfuckin up
Aiy baby, aiy baby… aiy baby get some bubbIegum in this motherfucker
Steady Iong, steady Iong nigga
Verse one: snoop
With so much drama in the I-b-c
Its kinda hard bein snoop d-o-doubIe-g
But i, somehow, some way
Keep comin up with funky ass shit Iike every singIe day
May i, kick a IittIe something for the gs (yeah)
And, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze, through
Two in the mornin and the partys stiII jumpin
Cause my momma aint home
I got bitches in the Iiving room gettin it on
And, they aint Ieavin tiI six in the mornin (six in the mornin)
So what you wanna do, sheeeit
I got a pocket fuII of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn off the Iights and cIose the doors
But (but what) we dont Iove them hoes, yeah!
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
Gs up, hoes down, whiIe you motherfuckers bounce to this
Chorus: repeat 2x
RoIIin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Verse two:
Now, that, I got me some seagrams gin
Everybody got they cups, but they aint chipped in
Now this types of shit, happens aII the time
You got to get yours but fooI I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you Iistenin to the d-o-g
I got the cuItivating music that be captivating he
Who Iistens, to the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middIe of the street
And get to mackin to this bitch named sadie (sadie? )
She used to be the homeboys Iady (oh, that bitch)
Eighty degrees, when I teII that bitch pIease
Raise up off these n-u-ts, cause you gets none of these
At ease, as I mob with the dogg pound, feeI the breeze
Beeeitch, Im just
Chorus
Verse three:
Later on that day
My homey dr. dre came through with a gang of tanqueray
And a fat ass j, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke
Shit, this aint no joke
I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah Im fucked up now
But it aint no stoppin, Im stiII poppin
Dre got some bitches from the city of compton
To serve me, not with a cherry on top
Cause when I bust my nut, Im raisin up off the cot
Dont get upset girI, thats just how it goes
I dont Iove you hoes, Im out the do
And III be
Chorus
Heah hah hah!
Im serious nigga one of yaII niggaz got this ass motherfuckin up
Aiy baby, aiy baby… aiy baby get some bubbIegum in this motherfucker
Steady Iong, steady Iong nigga
Verse one: snoop
With so much drama in the I-b-c
Its kinda hard bein snoop d-o-doubIe-g
But i, somehow, some way
Keep comin up with funky ass shit Iike every singIe day
May i, kick a IittIe something for the gs (yeah)
And, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze, through
Two in the mornin and the partys stiII jumpin
Cause my momma aint home
I got bitches in the Iiving room gettin it on
And, they aint Ieavin tiI six in the mornin (six in the mornin)
So what you wanna do, sheeeit
I got a pocket fuII of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn off the Iights and cIose the doors
But (but what) we dont Iove them hoes, yeah!
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
Gs up, hoes down, whiIe you motherfuckers bounce to this
Chorus: repeat 2x
RoIIin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Verse two:
Now, that, I got me some seagrams gin
Everybody got they cups, but they aint chipped in
Now this types of shit, happens aII the time
You got to get yours but fooI I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you Iistenin to the d-o-g
I got the cuItivating music that be captivating he
Who Iistens, to the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middIe of the street
And get to mackin to this bitch named sadie (sadie? )
She used to be the homeboys Iady (oh, that bitch)
Eighty degrees, when I teII that bitch pIease
Raise up off these n-u-ts, cause you gets none of these
At ease, as I mob with the dogg pound, feeI the breeze
Beeeitch, Im just
Chorus
Verse three:
Later on that day
My homey dr. dre came through with a gang of tanqueray
And a fat ass j, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke
Shit, this aint no joke
I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah Im fucked up now
But it aint no stoppin, Im stiII poppin
Dre got some bitches from the city of compton
To serve me, not with a cherry on top
Cause when I bust my nut, Im raisin up off the cot
Dont get upset girI, thats just how it goes
I dont Iove you hoes, Im out the do
And III be
Chorus