Connection alcohol mixed with non-alcoholic drinks.

Lyrics So much drama in 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 nearly every single day Can I kick a little something for the G’s? And, make a few friends as I breeze through Don’t you know it’s two in the mornin’ and the party’s still jumpin’ ‘Cause my momma ain’t ho-ome I got bitches in the living room gettin’ it on And, they ain’t leavin til six in the mornin’ So what you wanna do hoo? 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 whores And we gonna smoke a ounce to this G’s up, hoes down, like you motherfuckers bounce to this Ho-ho-ho and I 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 yo I got me some Seagram’s gin And every body got their cups, but they ain’t chipped in You know this type of shit, happens all the time Gotta get yours before I get mine Everything is fine when you listenin’ to the D-O-G He gots the cultivating music that be captivating me But who hears the words that I speak? As I take me a drink to the middle of the street I started maping with this bitch named Sadie Yeah she used to be the homeboy’s lady Don’t you know it’s eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please Raise up off these N-U-T’s, did you gets none of these? As I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze And I 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 Later on that day my homey Dr. Dre He came by with a gang of Tanqueray And a fat ass J Of some bubonic chronic you know it made me choke It ain’t no joke, I had to back up off of it Set my cup of gin down Dont you know Tanqueray and chronic, well I’m fucked up now But it ain’t no stoppin’, I’m still poppin’ Dr Dre got some bitches from city of Compton To serve me, not with a cherry on top ‘Cause when I bust my nut, you know I’m raisin’ up off the cot Don’t get upset girl, that’s just how it goes I don’t love you hoes, that’s why I’m out the do’ 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 Roll on’ down the street, smokin’ indo, sippin’ on gin and juice Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind Roll on’ down the street, (rollin’ down) (smokin’ indo, (rollin’ down sipping’ on gin and juice (biiitch!)