Gin and Juice The Gourds

[Verse 1]
With so much drama in L-B-C
It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G
But I, I somehow, some way
Keep comin' up with funky ass shit like 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 you 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' me horny
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
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But (but what?) we don't love them whores
And we gonna smoke a ounce to that
G's up, hoes down, like you motherfuckers bounce to this
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, y'all