Heah hah hah! I'm serious n**** one of why'all n****z got this a** motherf***in up Aiy baby, aiy baby... aiy baby get some bubblegum in this motherf***er Steady long, steady long n****
With so much drama in the l-be -see It's kinda hard bein snoop d-o-double-g But I, somehow, some way Keep comin up with funky a** s*** like every single day
May I, kick a little something for the g's (yeah) And, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze, through Two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin 'Cause my momma ain't home
I got b****es in the living room gettin it on And, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin) So what you want to do, sheeeit 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 hoes, yeah! So we gonna smoke a ounce to this G's up, hoes down, while you motherf***ers bounce to this
[Chorus: x 2] 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]
Now, that, I got me some seagram's gin Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in Now this types of s***, 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 b**** named sadie (sadie?) She used to be the homeboy's lady (oh, that b****) Eighty degrees, when I tell that b**** please Raise up off these n-you-t's, cause you gets none of these
At ease, as I mob with the dogg pound, feel the breeze Beeeitch, I'm just
Later on that day My homey dr. dre came through with a gang of tanqueray And a fat a** j, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke S***, this ain't no joke
I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I'm f***ed up now But it ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin Dre got some b****es 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, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!) 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 (beeotch!!) Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Writer/s: Andre Romell Young, Calvin Broadus, Harry Wayne Casey, Raymond Guy Turner, Richard Raymond Finch, Steven R Arrington
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP, ENTERTAINMENT ONE U.S. LP
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Charles from Fayetteville, ArThe Gourds presented it as an entirely different genre. I like the original, but I prefer the Gourds. Those who haven't heard either, listen to the original then the latter.
Brandon from Middletown, InIt is 'Indo', but Indo comes from the marijuana crossbreeds of Indonesian indica strains with western sativa.
Brian from Greenville, ScI first heard this song performed by the Gourds and I'm still laughing at their rowdy Texas country version. I believe the variety of marijuana referred to is called "indo'" because it is grown "indoors" under lights as opposed to growing "outdo'"
David from Reno, Nvwow cool review. and its "endo" with an "e". and believe me that concoction definately lends some degree of excitement and hedomisms to the proceedings of fat parties. does the guy who wrote these songfacts teach english at cambridge?
"Pretty In Pink" by Psychedelic Furs was released in 1981. Five years later, it inspired a movie of the same name starring Molly Ringwald, Andrew McCarthy and Jon Cryer. The song was remixed for the re-release to have more Pop appeal.