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[Daz Dillinger]
Yeah, Death Row
Dogg Pound, Snoop Dogg
Right back in they ass with the remix
Like that! We gotta hit `em hard
And we gon` hit `em like this
Pure gangsta shit!
Modefied, Purefied, nigga
Check it out!
[Snoop Dogg]
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 (yeah!) 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 (six in the mornin)
So what you wanna do, sheeeit
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
G`s up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
Chorus:
Just rollin`! (I`m on a mission on the grind)
Just rollin`! (Homies get cought up, doin` time)
Just rollin`! (What?) (laid back)
Just rollin`! (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
Just rollin`! (I`m on a mission on the grind)
Just rollin`! (Can`t get cought up and do time)
Just rollin`! (Laid back)
Just rollin`! (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
[Snoop Dogg]
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
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 (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, (Bow wow wow) as I mob with the Dogg Pound
(Ha ha) feel the breeze
beeeitch, I`m just
Chorus:
Just rollin`! (I`m on a mission on the grind)
Just rollin`! (Can`t get cought up and do time)
Just rollin`! (What?) (laid back)
Just rollin`! (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
Just rollin`! (Me and my dawg mashin` on the grind)
Just rollin`! (Can`t get cought up and do time)
Just rollin`! (Laid back)
Just rollin`! (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
(Hah.. ha!)
[Snoop Dogg]
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 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 do`
And I`ll be
Chorus:
Just rollin`! (On a mission on the grind)
Just rollin`! (Can`t get cought up and do time)
Just rollin`! (Laid back)
Just rollin`! (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
Just rollin`! (I`m on a mission on the grind)
Just rollin`! (Can`t get cought up and do time)
Just rollin`! (What?) (laid back)
Just rollin`! (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
Just rollin`! (On a mission and on the grind)
Just rollin`! (Out for quarter, nickels and dimes)
I`m just rollin` (Beeotch)
(With my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
