Key: Fm The bass line couldn't be simpler: e|------------|--------------| B|------------|--------------| G|------------|--------------| D|------------|--------------| A|------------|---------3----| E|-1----4--2--|--------------| Listen to the recording for the groove. The G# is on the and and of 3, the F# is on the 4, and C is on the and of 3 of the
Putting chords under this I play: : Fm Fm/G# F# | F# :: ♫ Verse 1: Fm F# With so much drama in the L-B-C It's kind of hard bein' Snoop D-O-double-G Fm F# But I, somehow, some way Keep comin' up with funky ass shit like every single day Fm F# May I, kick a little something for the Gs (yeah) And, make a few ends as I breeze Fm F# through. Two in the mornin' and the partys still jumpin' 'Cause my momma ain't home Fm F# I got bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on And, they ain't leavin' til' six in the mornin' Fm F# So what you wanna do? Shit I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too Fm F# So turn off the lights and close the doors But (but what) we don't love them hoes, yeah Fm F# So we gonna smoke a ounce to this Gs up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this ♫ Chorus: Fm F# Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and Fm F# Juice, laid back With my mind on my money and my money on my mind Fm F# Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and Fm F# Juice, laid back With my mind on my money and my money on my mind ♫ Verse 2: Fm F# Now, that I got me some Seagram's gin, everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in Fm F# Now this types of shit, happens all the time, you got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine Fm F# Everythin' is fine when you listenin' to the D-O-G I got the cultivatin' music that be captivatin' Fm F# Who listens, to the words that I speak As I take me a drink to the middle of the street Fm F# And get to mackin' to this bitch named Sadie She used to be the homeboys lady (oh, that bitch) Fm F# 80 degrees, when I tell that bitch please Raise up off these n-u-ts, 'cause you gets none of these Fm F# At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze biatch I'm just ♫ Chorus: Fm F# Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and Fm F# Juice, laid back With my mind on my money and my money on my mind Fm F# Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and Fm F# Juice, laid back With my mind on my money and my money on my mind ♫ Verse 3: N/C Later on that day my homie Dr. Dre came through with a gang of Tanqueray N/C And a fat ass J, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke, shit, this ain't no joke Fm F# I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down tanqueray and chronic, yeah I'm fucked up now Fm F# But it ain't no stoppin' I'm still poppin' and re got some bitches from the city of Compton Fm F# To serve me, not with a cherry on top 'cause when I bust my nut I'm raisin' up off the cot Fm F# Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes I don't love you hoes I'm out the door, nd I'll be Chorus & ♫ Outro: Fm F# Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and Fm F# Juice, laid back With my mind on my money and my money on my mind Fm F# Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and Fm F# Juice, laid back With my mind on my money and my money on my mind Fm F# Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and Fm F# Juice, laid back With my mind on my money and my money on my mind Fm F# Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and Fm F# Juice, laid back With my mind on my money and my money on my mind Fm F# Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and Fm F# Juice, laid back With my mind on my money and my money on my mind Fm F# Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and Fm F# Juice, laid back With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
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