With no more �juana in the D-O-G
I�m gonna have a whole lot of energy
And I�ll, get out, of bed
Before its three in the afternoon since I will have a clear head
I have kicked a little habit that had made
Some, people think that I was crazed and
2 in the morning and my family�s all sleeping
Now I will sleep then too
I got little Snoop Doggs and they are getting real big
I don�t want them to make the mistakes I did
With them I�ll spend more time
I�m gonna watch them do what they love and I�ll teach them to rhyme
I�m still gonna have some fun a lot
But (but what) I don�t want no pot
All I�m gonna smoke is the defense
Cause my, b-ball, skills are really gonna be immense

Rolling down the street, eyes on the road, sipping on orange juice
Laid back (With my mind on my image and my image getting clean)

Now that I don�t use the wacky weed
Lots of junk food in my house, I think I won�t need
Cause it used to be, like every night
The weed had my stomach fooled, I needed a bite
Of anything at all that was lying on my smokeroom floor
Sometimes I�d eat some doggie biscuits and then really want some more
But now all, the food I eat is real
Now I am smart enough not to eat a canine meal
And my IQ score just went up by twenty
In case you don�t know that is plenty
And now I find, I have quite a clear mind
No longer mentally blind, since I put weed behind
I�m kind, to the Snoop Dogg�s brain cells for, the first time
Because, I�m just

Rolling down the street, eyes on the road, sipping on orange juice
Laid back (With my mind on my image and my image getting clean)

Earlier today, my homey Dr. Dre came by and wanted to share a J
But I told him nay, because those muppet puppets recently kicked
Me out of their flick
I have to improve my image and also my health
Physical as well as my lyrical wealth
The rhymes I�ll be droppin�, ain�t no stoppin�
I�ll start some centers for the children of Compton
To help them, to stay off of the mean streets
Teach them about books, and about b-ball and beats
Don�t want them to wait �til they�re thirty-one
Until they are done, loving the blunt
Now I am

Rolling down the street, eyes on the road, sipping on orange juice
Laid back (With my mind on my image and my image getting clean)
Rolling down the street, eyes on the road, sipping on orange juice
Laid back (With my mind on my image and my image getting clean)