Lähteny nollast antanu kaikkeni, Niinku Snoop Dogg nii nada stressii, Koska meikä rullaa huudeil kanssa homiet, Jotka rullaa blunttei ja passaa boltsii, Pelataan korist, Perjantai iltana, Chillataan paskaksi, G-kamaa mankaski, Laiskasti dallailen, Katujani pitkin kun mä ne omistaisin, Koska omistankin, Arvostusta yhtä paljon mulla ku bossimanil, Geimissä kohta ainakin,
ha-ha-ha, I'm serious, nigga One of y'all niggas got some bad motherfuckin' breath (Uh, ayy, shit) ayy baby, ayy baby Ayy baby, get some bubblegum in this muhfucker or somethin' Ayy, nigga, get somethin' to eat, dog Study long, study wrong, nigga 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 (yeah) And make a few ends as I breeze through (yeah) Two in the mornin' and the party's still jumpin' 'cause my mama ain't home I got bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on And they ain't leavin' 'til six in the mornin' (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 hoes, yeah So we gon' smoke a ounce to this Gs up, hoes 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 mind) Now that I got me some Seagram's gin Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in Now this types of shit happens all the time You gotta get yours, but fool, I gotta get mine Everything is fine when you listenin' to the D-O-G I got the cultivatin' 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 (Sadie?) She used to be the homeboy's 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 Beyotch, I'm just 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) Later on that day My homie 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 fucked 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 hoes, I'm out the door 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 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 Beyotch (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind) Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice Beyotch (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
One 2 3 4 better get ready lil both cause yj knockin at ya front door shit I oroblab made couple thousand of my front porch I was in Camry but bitch trade it in for a Porsche I be gassin til my throat hurt like I just smoked a port shit is life short so I ain't taking no shorts I appreciate baby mama cause she give me support
For everybody in the comment section, Dr.Dre did not make this beat. Emmanuel Dean made this beat. Dr.Dre just took the credit. ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-G1Rb6HE3ywQ.html
The Call of Duty, Warzone version of this song- A Red Bull With so much killin in the WZ it’s pretty dope being Cali Bud Grower, OG but sometimes, some ways, I keep coming up with beasting ass plays like every gaming day, May I, chow a player quickly for the pride (yuh) And, snipe a few fools before i slide, through 3 in the morning and the bodies still dropping because I live all alone I hear the pro’s in prison cells popping it off And they ain’t leaving till the lobby drops off So who you gonna mob, shit I got a pocket full of ammo and I’m the king of COD, bitch So turn of your system call it quits But? (But what?) we don’t serve no jits, yeah And we goin wipe a squad to this Beast up bots down while all other gamers merc to this Rolling down the street, wiping squads Sipping on a Red Bull, cracked out With my mind on the Royale And the Royale on my mind Rolling down the street, wiping squads Sipping on a Red Bull, cracked out With my mind on the Royale And the Royale on my mind Now that, I got me a royale win Everybody try to trash me, they see my grin Now These agro comms, happen every game You shoot for the feet but I still shoot for the brain Everything is fine when you’re playing with the C.B.G. I got that cultivating gaming that be captivating yee Who listens, to the rhythms that I tweak As I take me a seat, to the Warzone to compete And get to wrecking to this game named Warzone (warzone?) They used to say it’s the bore zone (who said that?) Not one degree as I sit and yell, “Yee!” Get up off this C.O.D. Cause I will break you knees, dude please, it’s just a game come chill out, feel some ease Biatch, I’m just Rolling down the street, wiping squads Sipping on a Red Bull, cracked out With my mind on the Royale And the Royale on my mind Rolling down the street, wiping squads Sipping on a Red Bull, cracked out With my mind on the Royale And the Royale on my mind Later on the day My homie Haze Obey came through while the squad wipes underway And a smooth ass play, of the precision mission that made them fly Make, they wonder why I had to chow back off it shake and sit the team down Underway the mission, yeah, it is my town But it ain’t no stopping, wins I’m robbing, Haze got some plays that will keep them bobbin To work them, while we got the top spot Cause when I bust my gat… you already know the plot Don’t get upset dude, that’s just how it goes I just kill you bro’s, I’m out the door And I’ll be Rolling down the street, wiping squads Sipping on a Red Bull, cracked out With my mind on the Royale And the Royale on my mind Rolling down the street, wiping squads Sipping on a Red Bull, cracked out With my mind on the Royale And the Royale on my mind Rolling down the street, wiping squads Sipping on a Red Bull, cracked out With my mind on the Royale And the Royale on my mind Rolling down the street, wiping squads Sipping on a Red Bull, cracked out With my mind on the Royale And the Royale on my mind -positive energy, peace and blessings to you!
For myself and all the homies who wanna master Snoop's flow: Ha-ha-ha, I'm serious, nigga One of y'all niggas got some bad motherfuckin' breath (Oh, man) Aye, baby, aye, baby, (shit) aye, baby Get some bubblegum in this motherfucker or somethin' Aye, I'm gonna get somethin' to eat, dog Aye, nigga, study long, study wrong, nigga With so much drama in the L-B-C It's kind of 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 Gs (yeah) And, make a few ends as I breeze, through Two in the mornin' and the partys still jumpin' 'Cause my momma ain't home I got bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on And, they ain't leavin' til' six in the mornin' (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 hoes, yeah So we gonna smoke a ounce to this Gs up, hoes 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 mind Now, that, I got me some Seagram's gin Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in Now this types of shit, happens all the time You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine Everythin' is fine when you listenin' to the D-O-G I got the cultivatin' music that be captivatin' 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 (Sadie?) She used to be the homeboys lady (oh, that bitch) 80 degrees, when I tell that bitch please Raise up off these n-u-ts, 'cause you gets none of these At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze Biatch, I'm just 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 Later on that day My homie 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 fucked 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 hoes, I'm out the door 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, 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, biatch With my mind on my money And my money on my mind Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo Sippin' on gin and juice, biatch With my mind on my money And my money on my mind
With a Heaven State Of Mind, fighting Hell True This Night!, Genocide got us addicted To Our Persona"s Far Away FRom True Light!< Soul searching soul Remembering!, A Infinite Glory of Heavens Words!, This Eternal Satan Is Playing Got mankind broken deeply hurts!, Supply on demand Everyday!, These toys u buy for your paper!, Those extra needs are taught True your tv is A true Soul Slayer!, Jungians Remember my archetype, and how i am evolving fast True Light!, This Reality u In Prisont Will soon be free True Heavens Sight!, What if all of the Sudden!, All the angels on earth getting Wings!, Super natural Ability's Like u still have never ever seen^^, Manifesting words true thoughts!, True the Holy Ghost and your God!, Well shall we finaly experience paradise Will U just Join?> OR will u not?,
With so much drama in the L-B-C It's kind of 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 Gs (yeah) And, make a few ends as I breeze, through Two in the mornin' and the partys still jumpin' 'Cause my momma ain't home I got bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on And, they ain't leavin' til' six in the mornin' (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 hoes, yeah So we gonna smoke a ounce to this Gs up, hoes 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 mind Now, that, I got me some Seagram's gin Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in Now this types of shit, happens all the time You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine Everythin' is fine when you listenin' to the D-O-G I got the cultivatin' music that be captivatin' 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 (Sadie?) She used to be the homeboys lady (oh, that bitch) 80 degrees, when I tell that bitch please Raise up off these n-u-ts, 'cause you gets none of these At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze Biatch, I'm just 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 Later on that day My homie 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 fucked 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 hoes, I'm out the door 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, 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, biatch With my mind on my money And my money on my mind Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo Sippin' on gin and juice, biatch With my mind on my money And my money on my mind
Friba milffi saattaa tulla tarjoo sulle keksii, jos meet hetkeksi harrastaa sen kaa seksii. Se sun meisselii pureksii, niinku se ois keksii. Pukeutunu spandeksiin, sekä lateksiin. Toistaiseksi toi meksi anto, kuuluu torstai seksiin ku reksi anto, mulle paketin durexii. Friba milffi valitti kosk ne sisälsi (La-la-la) lateksii Meistä tää nimi friba milffi se on siisti, Rosendahlin sviittiin menee bängää tää biitti. Viimeinen niitti, huulessa pari biittii. Ku kesä iltana viskon kiekkoo korii, se on nii siistii. (Kertosäe:) Rullataan me Mercedes Benzil, niinku milffei raidataan (Sandels) ("Kullataan meijän nimet ja koko kesä bailataan") Rullataan me Mercedes Benzil, niinku milffei raidataan (Sandels) ("Kullataan meijän nimet ja koko kesä bailataan") Paikallinen lutka, se on friba milffi. Kiekoilla se leikkii, mut ei oo denssi. Pian heitän nätist päälle isot seitit. En oo spiderman, mut silti tein sen. Ajan BMW 730LD, Takapenkit löytyy, 85 ja LSD. Hyvä sää kaljaa kittaa, Oon varovainen tai meijän squadi hittaa. Volvo racing on se ainoo ja oikee, Siisti keissi, meitsi sun vaimoa polkee. Ne mul hokee, poliisin kaa poke rogee ei oo kiire Oon vaa vaihtisokee, mut se on vaa mun luonnepiirre. Nyt on kesä. Pidä hauskaa, tää ei kestä. Kukaan ei sua estä, juo kaljaa sekä vettä. Mietiskelen, että Tekisinkö bisnestä Vai vetäisinkö pillereitä kämmenestä (Kertosäe:) Rullataan me Mercedes Benzil, niinku milffei raidataan (Sandels) ("Kullataan meijän nimet ja koko kesä bailataan") Rullataan me Mercedes Benzil, niinku milffei raidataan (Sandels) ("Kullataan meijän nimet ja koko kesä bailataan") Friba milffi meitsin kanssa vaa painaa, painamiset vetää (??) sitä laidast laitaan. Ei ketään haittaa, meitsi esittää sun faijaa Osamaksu Rolexi, mä tarviin lisää lainaa Tähti keulas ja milffi etupenkil. Hengaan hyväs seuras, käsiraudat sängyn reunas. En mä ole mikään teurastaja, Vähän täytyy käytöstapoi nytten seurattava Koska Meitsi vaa (??) Viiden tähden sviitti, Tää muija mun sugar milffi. Tää muija on ku sokeria, En mä tiiä miten käy ku nään sen pelaa taskupokeria. Elän rauhas, ei oo mitää vakkarii. Mut joka ilta se vaa vie mut sen makkariin. Joo mä tiiän en oo katujen kasvatti, Mut tää biitti mut silti punaseks maalattiin. (Kertosäe:) Rullataan me Mercedes Benzil, niinku milffei raidataan (Sandels) ("Kullataan meijän nimet ja koko kesä bailataan") Rullataan me Mercedes Benzil, niinku milffei raidataan (Sandels) "Oon kuullu juttuu, et friba milffin pesä On nii puhdas ku casperin silmäterä. Mersuu se Heikki vaa jaksa puunaa, Mut silti se niit milffei vaa duunaa. Meikä menee fribaa vaa pelkästää milffien takia, Ne safkaa tätä dikkii nii paljo et niil on pian keliakia."
With so much drama in the L-B-C It's kind of 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 Gs (yeah) And, make a few ends as I breeze, through Two in the mornin' and the partys still jumpin' 'Cause my momma ain't home I got bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on And, they ain't leavin' til' six in the mornin' (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 hoes, yeah So we gonna smoke a ounce to this Gs up, hoes 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 mind Now, that, I got me some Seagram's gin Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in Now this types of shit, happens all the time You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine Everythin' is fine when you listenin' to the D-O-G I got the cultivatin' music that be captivatin' 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 (Sadie?) She used to be the homeboys lady (oh, that bitch) 80 degrees, when I tell that bitch please Raise up off these n-u-ts, 'cause you gets none of these At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze Biatch, I'm just 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
