With so much drama in the LBC
But I, some how some way
Keep coming up with funky ass shit like every single day
May I, kick a little somethin for the G's
And make a few ends as I breeze through, you know it's
Two in the mornin and the party still jumpin' cause my mama aint home
I got bitches in the living room gettin it on
And they aint leavin till six in the mornin
So what you wanna do,
I got a pocket rull of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But for what, we don't love them whores
Yeah, so we gonna smoke an ounce to this
G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
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
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
Verse 2: same chords
I got the cultivatin music that be captivatin me
Who hears the words that I speak