A      D5 
 
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Intro:  A A  D5 D5  A A  D5 D5 
 
 
Verse 1: 
     A                    D5 
With so much drama in the LBC 
             A                  D5 
It's kind of hard being Snoop D O double G 
      A              D5 
But I, some how some way 
                    A                   D5 
Keep coming up with funky ass shit like every single day 
     A                       D5 
May I, kick a little somethin for the G's 
   A                     D5 
And make a few ends as I breeze through, you know it's 
A                         D5                  A                   D5 
Two in the mornin and the party still jumpin' cause my mama aint home 
      A                          D5 
I got bitches in the living room gettin it on 
    A                     D5 
And they aint leavin till six in the mornin 
A                 D5 
So what you wanna do,  
        A                             D5 
I got a pocket rull of rubbers and my homeboys do too 
   A                       D5 
So turn off the lights and close the doors 
        A              D5 
But for what, we don't love them whores 
            A                       D5 
Yeah, so we gonna smoke an ounce to this 
    A                        D5                      A       D5 
G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this 
 
Chorus: 
            A                              D5                       A 
and I'll be Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice 
                   D5  N/C 
Laid back, with my mind on my money and my money on my mind 
A                              D5                       A 
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice 
                   D5   N/C 
Laid back, with my mind on my money and my money on my mind 
 
Verse 2:   same chords 
 
 
 
Now that, I got me some seagram's gin 
Everybody got their cups but they ain't chipped in 
Now this types of shit happens all the time 
You gotta gets yours before I gotta get mine 
Everything is fine when you're listenin to the D O G 
I got the cultivatin music that be captivatin me 
Who hears the words that I speak 
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street 
And get to macin to this bitch named Shady 
She used to be the homeboy's lady 
Ain't even freeze when I tell that bitch please 
Raise up off this nuts cause you gets none of these 
At ease, as I mob with the Dog Pound, feel the breeze 
 
 
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