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A      D5 
 
E | ---5------x-- 
B | ---5------x-- 
G | ---6------7-- 
D | ---7------7-- 
A | ---7------5-- 
E | ---5------x-- 
 
 
 
Intro:  A5 A5  D5 D5  A5 A5  D5 D5 
 
 
Verse 1: 
     A5                    D5 
With so much drama in the LBC 
             A5                  D5 
It's kind of hard being Snoop D O double G 
      A5              D5 
But I, some how some way 
                    A5                   D5 
Keep coming up with funky ass shit like every single day 
     A5                       D5 
May I, kick a little somethin for the G's 
   A5                     D5 
And make a few ends as I breeze through, you know it's 
A5                         D5                  A5                   D5 
Two in the mornin and the party still jumpin' cause my mama aint home 
      A5                          D5 
I got bitches in the living room gettin it on 
    A5                     D5 
And they aint leavin till six in the mornin 
A5                 D5 
So what you wanna do,  
        A5                             D5 
I got a pocket rull of rubbers and my homeboys do too 
   A5                       D5 
So turn off the lights and close the doors 
        A5              D5 
But for what, we don't love them whores 
            A5                       D5 
Yeah, so we gonna smoke an ounce to this 
    A5                        D5                      A5       D5 
G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this 
 
Chorus: 
            A5                              D5                       A5 
and I'll be Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice 
                   D5  N/C/
Laid back, with my mind on my money and my money on my mind 
A5                              D5                       A5 
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice 
                   D5   N/C/
Laid back, with my mind on my money and my money on my mind 
 
Verse 2:   same chords 
 
 
 
Now that, I got me some seagram's gin 
Everybody got their cups but they ain't chipped in 
Now this types of shit happens all the time 
You gotta gets yours before I gotta get mine 
Everything is fine when you're listenin to the D O G 
I got the cultivatin music that be captivatin me 
Who hears the words that I speak 
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street 
And get to macin to this bitch named Shady 
She used to be the homeboy's lady 
Ain't even freeze when I tell that bitch please 
Raise up off this nuts cause you gets none of these 
At ease, as I mob with the Dog Pound, feel the breeze 
 
 
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