♪♪ ♪ Give it to me, yeah, come on, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪ ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah What up, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Little flashback down memory lane This is just a small introduction to the G-Fong Era Everyday of my life I take a glimpse of the mirror And I see motherfuckers tryna be like me Ever since I put it down with the D.R. With so much drama in the LBC But I, somehow, someway, keep comin' up with funky-ass *** Like every single day, maybe I, kick a lil' somethin' from the G's And, make a few ends as I breathe through It's two in the mornin' and the party still jumpin' Cause my mom ain't home I got some bitches in the living room gettin' it on And, they ain't leavin' till six in the mornin' So what you wanna do? ***, I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too So, turn off the lights and close the doors But, for what? Yeah, so we gon' smoke a ounce to this G's up, hoes down While you motherfuckers bounce to this Just bounce to this Nigga, smoke a ounce to this Yeah, laid back With my mind on my money and my money on my mind Nigga, just bounce to this Nigga, smoke a ounce to this Yeah, I'm so laid back With my mind on my money And my money on my mind I've got me some cigums G'in' Everybody got they cuffs, but they ain't chipped in Now, this type of ***, it happens all the time You gotta get yours, nigga, I gotta get mine Everything is fine when you're listenin' to the D.O.G. I got the coke to make a music that be captivatin' heat Who listens to the words that I speak As I take me a drink to the middle of the street And, it's a maggot to this bitch named Sadie She used to be that nigga's lady It was 80 degrees when I told that bitch, Please, raise up off these N.U.T.'s Cause you get ton of B's at E As I mob with the dog pair, feel the breeze Just rollin' down the street Smokin' N.O. Sippin' on 10 and 2 I'm so laid back With my mind on my money And my money on my mind Just rollin' down the street Smokin' N.O. Sippin' on 10 and 2 Laid back With my mind on my money And my money on my mind And I made up on that day My nigga, Dr. Dre, he came through With a gang of Tanqueray And a fat-ass J Us a move on a chronic that made me choke ***, this ain't no joke I had to back up off of it Sit my cup down Tanqueray in front of me, I'm *** up now But it ain't no stoppin' Cause I'm still poppin' And Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton Just to serve me, but not put a cherry on top Cause when I bust my N.U.T. I raise it up off the cop Don't get upset, girl, that's just how it go We don't love you, hoe We out to choke And I'll be Rollin' down the street Smokin' N.O. Sippin' on 10 and 2 Laid back With my mind on my money And my money on my mind Just rollin' down the street Smokin' N.O. Sippin' on 10 and 2 Laid back With my mind on my money And my money on my mind Just rollin' down the street Smokin' N.O. Sippin' on 10 and 2 Laid back With my mind on my money And my money on my mind Just rollin' down the street Smokin' N.O. Sippin' on 10 and 2 We just rollin', smokin' Snoopadelic, Snoop, D-O-double-G AOL Sessions Comin' at you live On your TV screens On your laptops On your motherfuckin' hard drives This how we doin' it, y'all It's live It's Snoop D-O-motherfuckin'-double-G Just rollin' down the street And I'm rollin', rollin', rollin' And I'm smokin', smokin', smokin' Laid back With my mind on my money And my money on my mind Biatch! Ciao, ciao