(dave matthews band with blues traveler)
with so much drama in the l-b-c
it´s kinda hard bein snoop d-o-double-g
but i, i somehow, some way
keep comin up funky ass shit nearly every single day
and, can i kick a little something for the g´s
and make a few friends as i breeze through
don´t ya know it´s 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
so what you wanna do
i got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
turn off the lights and close the doors
but (but what) we don´t love them whores
and we gonna smoke an ounce to that
g´s up, hoes down, while you mother fuckers bounce to this
and i´ll be

chorus: repeat 2x

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 two:

i got me some seagram´s gin
everybody got they cup, but they ain´t chipped in
ya know, this type of shit happens all the time
you gotta get yours before i get mine
everything is fine when your finally listenin to the d-o-g
he´s got the cultivating music that be captivating me
but, who cares the words i speak
as i take me a drink to middle of the street
i started mackin with this bitch named sadie
ya know, she used to be the homeboy´s lady
don´t ya know it´s eighty degrees, when i tell that bitch 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
and i´ll be

chorus

verse three:

later on that day
my homey dr. dre - he came by with a gang of tanqueray
and a fat ass j, of some bubonic chronic ya know it made me choke
it ain´t no joke
i had to back up off it, sit my cup of gin down
don´t ya know tanqueray and chronic, well i´m fucked up now
but it ain´t no stoppin, i´m still poppin
dr. dre got some bitches from the city of compton
to serve me, not with a cherry on top
cause when i bust my nut, ya know i´m raisin up off the cot
but don´t get upset girl, that´s just how it goes
i don´t love you hoes, that´s why i´m out the do´
and i´ll be

chorus

rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
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 (beeotch!!)
laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]