GANDG Hillbilly

With so much drama in the L-B-C

It's kind of 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 (Yeah)

For the Gs and make a few ends (Yeah)

As I breeze through? Two in the mornin'

And the party's still jumpin' 'cause my mama ain't home

I got bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on, and

They ain't leavin' 'til six in the mornin' (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 hoes (Yeah)

So we gon' smoke an ounce to this

Gs up, hoes down while you motherfuckers bounce to this

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

Now that I got me some Seagram's gin

Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in

Now this type of shit happens all the time

You gotta get yours, but fool, I gotta get mine

Everything is fine when you listening to the D-O-G

I got the cultivating music that be captivating he

Who listens to the words that I speak

As I take me a drank to the middle of the street

And get to mackin' to this bitch named Sadie (Sadie?)

She used to be the homeboy's lady (Oh, that bitch?)

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