Pretty easy song to play. Basically playing the same Bass Line all the way through. I
wanted to include a version on UG because people like to have all their music and lyrics
in one place. You can play thr chords, but i prefer just playing the Bass line notes.
If you want to play full chords:
(And you can walk the bass line back up: )
With so much drama in the L.B.C.
It s kinda 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 for the G s?
And, make a few ends as I breeze through-
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? 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 ho s, yeah
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
G s up, hoes down, while you motherers bounce to this
Rollin down the street, smokin endo
Sippin on gin and juice, laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
Rollin down the street, smokin endo
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 got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you listenin 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 drink to the middle of the street
And get to mackin to this bitch named Sadie
She used to be the homeboys lady
(Oh, that bitch?)
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
Bitch, I m just
Rollin down the street, smokin endo
Sippin on gin and juice, laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
Rollin down the street, smokin endo
Sippin on gin and 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 of Tanqueray
And a fat ass J of some bubonic chronic
That made me choke, shit, this ain t no joke
I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah, I m ed up now
But it ain t no stoppin , I m still poppin
Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton
To serve me, not with a cherry on top
Cause when I bust my nut, I m raisin up off the cot
Don t get upset girl, that s just how it goes
I don t love you ho s, I m out the do and I ll be
Rollin down the street, smokin endo
Sippin on gin and juice, laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
Rollin down the street, smokin endo
Sippin on gin and juice, laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
Rollin down the street, smokin endo
Sippin on gin and juice, bitch
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
Rollin down the street, smokin endo
Sippin on gin and juice, bitch
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
