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Ahh-haaa
Get your motherfuckin' glass, cus it's a blast from the past
You didn't think would touch it two times nigga
Gin and Juice up in this *****, yahhh
Some of that Beats By the Pound flavor, you feel me (you heard me)
Get your ice, get your cups, Cus we about to get fucked up in here
Yah (yah), Straight up, Uhmm (uhmm), Yah (yah)
I'm still smokin', driftin', swifta than a mothafucka
Twisted off a cup of that 'ole ignat juice
Heated in the seat cup fulla drank
Beatin' up the block in the dark blue tank
Bullet proof vest on my chest for the cause
Diggin' in my draws for dem muthafuckin' laws
Harrassin' a nigga, blastin' a nigga
I ain't seen ****, so why you askin' nigga
To fucked up off that G-I and juice,
C-I get loose, nigga what chall wanna do
I got a crew, but I choose to roll solo
Especially on Sundays dippin' in my low-low
??? Spot for the glock, I ain't fuckin' with the hen dogg
So toss out the ???
Put my **** on three wheels for thrills
I hit a corner and make sure my drink don't spill, that's real
[Chorus]
Rollin down the street, with heat
Drankin', ???, Sittin' on D's
Top rolled back so I can feel the breeze
Never slippin', I keep my eyes on my enemies [2X]
Now trip dis', I'm on Interstate 10 fuckin' with this Creole
She said she knows NINO, now stop me loc
Cup of that Gin and Juice, I blank a ***** out
Then turn the ***** out, look here
There ain't no need for you to be wastin' my time
See I picked you up, now I'm gunna stick you up, And dick you up!
Give you what you need, then bring you back down to reality
With that California weed, she seemed trouble at first
And then it got worse, cus now I got my hand up and down her mini-skirt
Twerkin' that **** while riddin' up the highway
Doin' it my way, hella highway, the fly way
Swervin' in another lane, tryin' to maintain
And baby girl steady takin' dick to the brain
Now it ain't no thing, cus she swallowed it up
Then she wanted to take a puff, I said "Look here ***** you've had
enough"
[Chorus x2]
Somebody say, I wanna get fucked up
(Say What, Say What)
Come on, Now
Everybody say, I wanna get fucked up
(What Chew Say, What Chew Say) YAH
I'm hopped by the ice cream shop, The cops saw me, stopped me, heard me
Were's Serv-D, well serve me, since you got that big bad ass dangle
Nigga you know I'm know for havin' that big ass bank
Tryin' to find all your dope, cus your a smoker
I'll find that indo weed even when I'm on the East Coast
Cus times gettin' hard on the boulevard, but I refuse to loose ?!?!?!
Lil' Jimmy's sent me something, I need to cop something
Got Some (Got Some), I know you got some
Nigga stop frontin', get at your boy
Hook it up like Master P (Ughh)
Would it be a tragedy to fill me the best weed
Get your motherfuckin' glass, cus it's a blast from the past
You didn't think would touch it two times nigga
Gin and Juice up in this *****, yahhh
Some of that Beats By the Pound flavor, you feel me (you heard me)
Get your ice, get your cups, Cus we about to get fucked up in here
Yah (yah), Straight up, Uhmm (uhmm), Yah (yah)
I'm still smokin', driftin', swifta than a mothafucka
Twisted off a cup of that 'ole ignat juice
Heated in the seat cup fulla drank
Beatin' up the block in the dark blue tank
Bullet proof vest on my chest for the cause
Diggin' in my draws for dem muthafuckin' laws
Harrassin' a nigga, blastin' a nigga
I ain't seen ****, so why you askin' nigga
To fucked up off that G-I and juice,
C-I get loose, nigga what chall wanna do
I got a crew, but I choose to roll solo
Especially on Sundays dippin' in my low-low
??? Spot for the glock, I ain't fuckin' with the hen dogg
So toss out the ???
Put my **** on three wheels for thrills
I hit a corner and make sure my drink don't spill, that's real
[Chorus]
Rollin down the street, with heat
Drankin', ???, Sittin' on D's
Top rolled back so I can feel the breeze
Never slippin', I keep my eyes on my enemies [2X]
Now trip dis', I'm on Interstate 10 fuckin' with this Creole
She said she knows NINO, now stop me loc
Cup of that Gin and Juice, I blank a ***** out
Then turn the ***** out, look here
There ain't no need for you to be wastin' my time
See I picked you up, now I'm gunna stick you up, And dick you up!
Give you what you need, then bring you back down to reality
With that California weed, she seemed trouble at first
And then it got worse, cus now I got my hand up and down her mini-skirt
Twerkin' that **** while riddin' up the highway
Doin' it my way, hella highway, the fly way
Swervin' in another lane, tryin' to maintain
And baby girl steady takin' dick to the brain
Now it ain't no thing, cus she swallowed it up
Then she wanted to take a puff, I said "Look here ***** you've had
enough"
[Chorus x2]
Somebody say, I wanna get fucked up
(Say What, Say What)
Come on, Now
Everybody say, I wanna get fucked up
(What Chew Say, What Chew Say) YAH
I'm hopped by the ice cream shop, The cops saw me, stopped me, heard me
Were's Serv-D, well serve me, since you got that big bad ass dangle
Nigga you know I'm know for havin' that big ass bank
Tryin' to find all your dope, cus your a smoker
I'll find that indo weed even when I'm on the East Coast
Cus times gettin' hard on the boulevard, but I refuse to loose ?!?!?!
Lil' Jimmy's sent me something, I need to cop something
Got Some (Got Some), I know you got some
Nigga stop frontin', get at your boy
Hook it up like Master P (Ughh)
Would it be a tragedy to fill me the best weed
Want,
Man, I didn't expect you to come through with Snoop's lyrics--thanks--but it's missing the part of the chorus that I was looking for. It's hard to understand but it goes:
"Rollin' down the street ?????? ????? ??? sippin on gin and juice,
Laid back, with my mind on my money and my money on my mind..."
(Repeat)
It's the 3 words after "Rollin the street.." that I can't get. Oh well, I appreciate the effort. Get back to scalpin. Take care and GL.
Man, I didn't expect you to come through with Snoop's lyrics--thanks--but it's missing the part of the chorus that I was looking for. It's hard to understand but it goes:
"Rollin' down the street ?????? ????? ??? sippin on gin and juice,
Laid back, with my mind on my money and my money on my mind..."
(Repeat)
It's the 3 words after "Rollin the street.." that I can't get. Oh well, I appreciate the effort. Get back to scalpin. Take care and GL.
With so much drama in the LBC it's kinda hard bein' Snoop D O double G
But I somehow, some way, keep comin' up with funky-ass **** like every
single day
May I kick a little somethin' for the G's and make a few billions 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' till 6 in the morning
So whatcha wanna do?
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my home boys do too
So turn off the lights and close the door
But for what--we don't love you hoes
Yeahhh so we gonna smoke an oucne to this
G's up hoes down while ya motherfuckas bounce to this.
Rollin' down the street smokin' endo sippin' on gin n juice
Laid back--with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Rollin' down the street smokin' endo sippin' on gin n 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's got their cup but the ain't chipped in
Now this types of **** happens all the time
You gotta get yours before I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you're listening to the D O G
I got to cultivate the music that be captivating
Who listens to the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
And to mackin' this ***** named Sadi
She used to be the home boys' lady
{ah that *****}
80 degress when I tell that ***** please
At ease
As I rhyme with the dog pound feel the breeze
bizatch
As I'm
Rollin' down the street smokin' endo sippin' on gin n juice
Laid back--with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Rollin' down the street smokin' endo sippin' on gin n juice
Laid back--with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Later on that day my homey Dr. Dre came through with a gang
And a fat-ass Jake of some bubonic chronic that made me choke
****--this ain't no dope-- I have to back up off of it and sit my cup
down
*** my chronic, yeah I'm fucked up now
But it ain't no stoppin'
I'm still droppin'
Dre gots the bitchs from the city of Compton
To serve me--not with a cherry on top
'Cause when I bust my nut
Don't get upset girl that's just how it goes
I don't love you hoes--I'm out the door
And I'll be...
Rollin' down the street smokin' endo sippin' on gin n juice
Laid back--with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Rollin' down the street smokin' endo sippin' on gin n juice
Biyatch--with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Rollin' down the street smokin' endo sippin' on gin n juice
Biyatch--with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
But I somehow, some way, keep comin' up with funky-ass **** like every
single day
May I kick a little somethin' for the G's and make a few billions 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' till 6 in the morning
So whatcha wanna do?
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my home boys do too
So turn off the lights and close the door
But for what--we don't love you hoes
Yeahhh so we gonna smoke an oucne to this
G's up hoes down while ya motherfuckas bounce to this.
Rollin' down the street smokin' endo sippin' on gin n juice
Laid back--with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Rollin' down the street smokin' endo sippin' on gin n 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's got their cup but the ain't chipped in
Now this types of **** happens all the time
You gotta get yours before I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you're listening to the D O G
I got to cultivate the music that be captivating
Who listens to the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
And to mackin' this ***** named Sadi
She used to be the home boys' lady
{ah that *****}
80 degress when I tell that ***** please
At ease
As I rhyme with the dog pound feel the breeze
bizatch
As I'm
Rollin' down the street smokin' endo sippin' on gin n juice
Laid back--with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Rollin' down the street smokin' endo sippin' on gin n juice
Laid back--with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Later on that day my homey Dr. Dre came through with a gang
And a fat-ass Jake of some bubonic chronic that made me choke
****--this ain't no dope-- I have to back up off of it and sit my cup
down
*** my chronic, yeah I'm fucked up now
But it ain't no stoppin'
I'm still droppin'
Dre gots the bitchs from the city of Compton
To serve me--not with a cherry on top
'Cause when I bust my nut
Don't get upset girl that's just how it goes
I don't love you hoes--I'm out the door
And I'll be...
Rollin' down the street smokin' endo sippin' on gin n juice
Laid back--with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Rollin' down the street smokin' endo sippin' on gin n juice
Biyatch--with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Rollin' down the street smokin' endo sippin' on gin n juice
Biyatch--with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
