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With so much drama in the L-B-C
But I - somehow, some way
May I kick a little something for the G's?
2 in the morning and the party's still jumping
I got b*tches in the living room getting it on
So what you wanna do? Sheeit
So turn off the lights and close the doors
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Laid back
Now that I got me some Seagram's gin
Now this type of sh*t happens all the time
Everything is fine when you listening to the D-O-G
Who listens to the words that I speak
And get to mackin' to this b*tch named Sadie
80 degrees, when I tell that b*tch please
As I mob with the Dogg Pound
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Laid back
Later on that day
Of some bubonic chronic that made me choke
I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
But it ain't no stoppin', I'm still poppin'
To serve me; not with a cherry on top
Don't get upset, girl, that's just how it goes