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The Gourds were an American alternative country band formed in 1994. They were known for their eclectic style, blending elements of country, rock, folk, and even punk. With their lively performances and witty lyrics, the Gourds gained a loyal following. However, they officially disbanded in 2013. more »

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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

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