With so much drama in the L-B-C
It's kinda hard being Snoop D-O-double-G
But I, somehow, some way
Keep coming up with funky *** **** 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 ******* in the living room getting it on
and, they ain't leaving til six in the morn,
So what you wanna do, sheeet
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 ************* bounce to this