Pretty easy song to play. Basically playing the same Bass Line all the way through.  I  
wanted to include a version on UG because people like to have all their music and lyrics  
in one place.  You can play thr chords, but i prefer just playing the Bass line notes. 


If you want to play full chords: 

Fm      Ab  Bb   Fm     (And you can walk the bass line back up:  D Eb Fm ) 

With so much drama in the 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 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 bitches in the living room gettin' it on 
And, they ain't leavin' 'til six in the mornin' 
So what you wanna do? Shit, 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 ho's, yeah 
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this 
G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this 

Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo 
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back 
With my mind on my money 
And my money on my mind 

Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo 
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back 
With my mind on my money 
And my money on my mind 

Now that I got me some Seagram's gin 
Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in 
Now this type of shit happens all the time 
You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine 

Everything is fine when you listenin' to the D-O-G 
I got the cultivating music that be captivating he 
Who listens, to the words that I speak 
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street 

And get to mackin' to this bitch named Sadie 
She used to be the homeboys lady 
(Oh, that bitch?) 
Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please 
Raise up off these N-U-T's, 'cause you gets none of these 

At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze 
Bitch, I'm just 

Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo 
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back 
With my mind on my money 
And my money on my mind 

Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo 
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 came through with a gang of Tanqueray 
And a fat ass J of some bubonic chronic 
That made me choke, shit, this ain't no joke 

I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down 
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah, I'm fucked up now 
But it ain't no stoppin', I'm still poppin' 
Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton 

To serve me, not with a cherry on top 
'Cause when I bust my nut, I'm raisin' up off the cot 
Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes 
I don't love you ho's, I'm out the do' and I'll be 

Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo 
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back 
With my mind on my money 
And my money on my mind 

Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo 
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back 
With my mind on my money 
And my money on my mind 

Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo 
Sippin' on gin and juice, bitch 
With my mind on my money 
And my money on my mind 

Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo 
Sippin' on gin and juice, bitch 
With my mind on my money 
And my money on my mind