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With so much drama in the |
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L.B.C.It's kinda hard bein' |
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Snoop D-O-double- |
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GBut I, somehow, some way |
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Keep comin' up with funky ass shit like every single day |
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May I kick a little something for the |
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G's?And, make a few ends as |
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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 bitches in the living room gettin' it on |
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And, they ain't leavin' 'til six in the mornin' |
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So what you wanna do? |
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Shit, I got a pocket |
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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? |
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We don't love them ho's, yeah |
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So we gonna smoke a ounce to this |
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G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this |
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Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo |
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Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back |
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With my mind on my money |
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And my money on my mind |
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Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo |
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Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back |
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With my mind on my money |
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And my money on my mind |
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Now that I got me some |
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Seagram's gin |
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Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in |
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Now this type of shit happens all the time |
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You got to get yours but fool |
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I gotta get mine |
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Everything is fine when you listenin' to the |
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D-O-GI got the cultivating music that be captivating he |
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Who listens, to the words that |
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I speakAs |
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I take me a drink to the middle of the street |
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And get to mackin' to this bitch named |
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SadieShe used to be the homeboys lady(Oh, that bitch?) |
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Eighty degrees, when |
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I tell that bitch please |
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Raise up off these |
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N-U-T's, 'cause you gets none of these |
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At ease, as |
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I mob with the |
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Dogg Pound, feel the breeze |
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Bitch, I'm just |
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Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo |
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Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back |
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With my mind on my money |
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And my money on my mind |
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Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo |
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Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back |
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With my mind on my money |
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And my money on my mind |
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Later on that day, my homey |
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Dr. Dre came through with a gang of |
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TanquerayAnd a fat ass |
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J of some bubonic chronic |
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That made me choke, shit, 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, |
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I'm fucked up now |
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But it ain't no stoppin', |
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I'm still poppin' |
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Dre got some bitches from the city of |
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ComptonTo serve me, not with a cherry on top' |
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Cause when |
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I bust my nut, |
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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 ho's, |
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I'm out the do' and |
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I'll beRollin' down the street, smokin' endo |
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Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back |
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With my mind on my money |
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And my money on my mind |
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Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo |
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Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back |
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With my mind on my money |
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And my money on my mind |
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Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo |
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Sippin' on gin and juice, bitch |
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With my mind on my money |
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And my money on my mind |
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Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo |
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Sippin' on gin and juice, bitch |
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With my mind on my money |
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And my money on my mind |
