Lyrics
There's so much drama in the LBC
It's kinda hard being Snoop D-O-Double-G
But I somehow someway
Keep comin' up with
funky ass shit
every single day
I got bitches in the living room getting it on
And they aint leaving til 6 in the morn
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
G's up ho's down
While you motherfuckers
Bounce to this
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 band
(piano solo)
Don't get upset girl
That's just how it goes
I don't love you hos
I'm out the do'
And I'll be
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
Bi atch!
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
