Snoop

So I’m sitting at a red light, on the way to Trader Joe’s, daydreaming about tiki torches and piña coladas with Sharon Maralago. This orange Charger pulls up beside me, Snoop Dogg blasting out of the windows blowing my whole fantasy thing. Man, I hate that. Rollin down the street, smoking indo, sippin on gin and juice / Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind… Green light and Snoop’s gone, just like my golden dreamgirl, Sharon.