| I'm serious nigga one of y'all niggaz got this ass motherfuckin up
| I am serious, black man, one of all of you get this buttock raised
| Aiy baby, aiy baby... aiy baby get some bubblegum in this motherfucker
| Hello, young one, hello. Get some bubble gum in this place.
| Steady long, steady long nigga
| Continuously long, Remain long black man.
[Verse One: Snoop]
[Verse One: Jason]
| With so much drama in the L-B-C
| With the great degree of controversy in Long Beach County
| It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G
| It remains difficult to be myself, Calvin Broadus, witih a rap pseudonym spelled with a 'D', an 'O', and two 'G''s.
| But I, somehow, some way
| But I, in some manner,
| Keep comin up with funky ass shit like every single day
| Continuously re-invent myself as an artist, nearly daily.
| May I, kick a little something for the G's (yeah)
| Will you allow me to sing for my companions (yes!)
| and, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze, through
| And make amends as I pass through
| Two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin
| The time is 2 A.M. and the social gathering continues lively.
| cause my momma ain't home
| Because my female parental unit is not domestic yet.
| I got bitches in the living room gettin it on
| I possess female dogs in the living room engaging in sexual intercourse
| and, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin)
| And they will not leave until 6 A.M. (6 A.M.!)
| So what you wanna do, sheeeit
| So what options are you preferring, excrement
| I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
| My slacks are filled with contraceptive devices and so are my companions' pockets.
| So turn off the lights and close the doors
| So switch off the lights and shut the entrances
| But (but what) we don't love them hoes, yeah!
| But (what are you objecting to?) we don't feel amorously towards those prostitutes, correct!
| So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
| So we will engage in illegal drug paraphernalia and activities, up to about 1 dry oz.
| G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
| My friends up, ladies of the night down, while those of you who copulate with female parents undulate to this:
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
| Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
| Walking lazily down the street, smoking marijuana mixed with embalming fluid and crack, sipping on mixed hard liquor and fruit beverages.
| Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
| Settled to the rear (with my intellect focused on my cash flow and my assets on the highest order of my intelligent processes)
[Verse Two:]
[Verse Two:]
| Now, that, I got me some Seagram's gin
| At this juncture, I have obtained some Seagram's brand hard liquor.
| Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in
| All persons possess their own beverage holding devices, but they have not financially contributed to the purveyance of my hard liquor
| Now this types of shit, happens all the time
| This sort of excrement occurs quite frequently
| You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine
| You desire to receive your own, but idiotic simpleton I must receive that which is mine
| Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G
| All things are in harmony when you listen to me, spelled D, O, G.
| I got the cultivating music that be captivating he
| I possess the nurturing harmony that engrosses he
| who listens, to the words that I speak
| the one who takes heed to the syllables that emerge from my mouth
| As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
| As I carry a beverage [presumedly alcoholic in nature] to the center of the avenue of travel
| and get to mackin to this bitch named Sadie (Sadie?)
| And begin conversational intercourse to a undesirable female of the name Sadie (nominally Sadie?)
| She used to be the homeboy's lady (Oh, that bitch)
| A fine woman who used to be my good acquaintance's female companion (Ah yes, that dastardly wench)
| Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please
| 80 degrees on the Fahrenheit scale, when I request of that female 'please'
| Raise up off these N-U-T's, cause you gets none of these
| Do not desire these nuts any longer, for you shall receive none
| At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze
| Remain at ease, as I mix with my followers, listen to me speak
| beeeitch, I'm just
| Undesirable female! I am just
[Verse Three:]
[Verse Three:]
| Later on that day
| At a time later on in that particular day,
| My homey Dr. Dre came through with a gang of Tanqueray
| My good companion Dr. Andre Young arrived bearing some more hard liquor, specifically gin.
| And a fat ass J, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke
| And a large marijuana cigarette, of a diseased type of hemp that caused me to choke
| Shit, this ain't no joke
| Excrement, this is not any jocularity
| I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
| I had to retreat for the moment from this and set down my beverage
| Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I'm fucked up now
| Hard liquor and marijuana, yes, I am quite disoriented currently
| But it ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin
| But this is no reason to delay, I continue to engage in social activities
| Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton
| Andre has procured some ladies with loose morals from the township of Compton
| To serve me, not with a cherry on top
| To sexually satisfy me, not with a cherry on top
| Cause when I bust my nut, I'm raisin up off the cot
| Because when I reach sexual peak, I will leave the room
| Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes
| Do not fret, young female, that is just what commonly occurs
| I don't love you hoes, I'm out the do'
| I don't love you loose-moraled females, I am leaving by means of the door
| And I'll be
| And I will be...
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