Party still jumpin cuz momma ain't home.
 

Shit, nigga, i got a [ocket full of rubbers and my home boys do too.

:glugglug

:GFYBand

So turn off the lights and close the doors. But for what?

we dont love them hoes.

:smokin

Yeah so we gonna smoke an ounce to this.

G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckas bounce to this.

cheers dawgs, tis bout to be four twenty.

rollin down the street....

smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice, laaaaaid back

wit.my.mind.on.my.money.and.my.money.on.my.mind


(broken.keyboard)

wit my mind on my money and my money on my mind

And Later on that day...
My homie dr dre came through with a gang of tanqueray

And a fat ass jay

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 hoes, I'm out the do'
And I'll be

rollin down the street

BIATCCH!