Testi musica canzoni

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
and, make a few moves as I breeze, two
Two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin
cause my momma ain't home
I got bitches in the living room gettin it on
and, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin the
So what you gonna do,
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 hoes, So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
G's up, hoes down, while all you brothers bounce to this

[Chorus: repeat 2x]

Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
(with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)

[Verse Two:]

got me some Seagram's gin
Everybody got their cups, but they ain't chipped in
types of things, happens all the time
You got to get yours before I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G
I got the cultivating music that be captivating me
when you listen to the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
mack to a chick named Sadie
used to be my homeboy's lady (that bitch)
Eighty degrees, when I tell the chick please
and I Dogg Pound, feelin the breeze

[Chorus]

[Verse Three:]

Later on that day
My homey Dr. Dre came over with a gang of Tanqueray
some fat ass G, 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 jacked up now
But it ain't no stoppin, Ic1