[Intro] Ha-ha-ha, I'm serious, buddy. One of y'all buddies got some bad motherfuckin' breath. (Uh, ayy, shit) ayy baby, ayy baby. Ayy baby, get some bubblegum in this muhfucker or somethin'. Ayy, buddy, get somethin' to eat, dog. Study long, study wrong, buddy. [Verse 1] With so much drama in the L-B-C It's kinda hard bein' Snoop D-O-double-G But I, somehow, some way Keep comin' up with funky ass shit like every single day May I kick a little something for the G's (yeah) And make a few ends as I breeze through (yeah) Two in the mornin' and the party's still jumpin' 'cause my mama ain't home I got people in the livin' room gettin' it on And they ain't leavin' 'til six in the mornin' (six in the mornin') So what you wanna do? Shit I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too So turn off the lights and close the doors But (but what?) We don't love them folks, yeah So we gon' smoke a ounce to this Gs up, folks down, while you people bounce to this [Chorus] Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind) Rollin' 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 2] Now that I got me some Seagram's gin Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in Now this type of thing happens all the time You gotta get yours, but fool, I gotta get mine Everything is fine when you listenin' to the D-O-G I got the cultivatin' music that be captivating he Who listens to the words that I speak As I take me a drink to the middle of the street And get to mackin' to this girl named Sadie (Sadie?) She used to be the homeboy's lady (oh, that girl?) Eighty degrees when I tell that girl please Raise up off these N-U-T's, 'cause you gets none of these At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze Beyotch, I'm just [Chorus] Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind) Rollin' 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 3] Later on that day My homie Dr. Dre came through with a gang of Tanqueray And a fat ass J of some bubonic chronic that made me choke Shit, this ain't no joke I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down Tanqueray and chronic, yeah, I'm messed up now But it ain't no stoppin', I'm still poppin' Dre got some girls from the city of Compton To serve me, not with a cherry on top 'Cause when I bust my nut, I'm raisin' up off the cot Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes I don't love you folks, I'm out the door And I'll be [Chorus] Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind) Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind) [Outro] Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sipp