Ain't it sad the vicar lost his face The congregation warned them not to stray They ran him out of town He's always getting caught with his trousers down I declare myself unfit to breathe I drink, I smoke and lies have stained my teeth I'm not an evil man On pancake day I lent you my frying pan Blaze a joint and get my homies round Our neighbours keep complaining 'bout the sound "Turn it down", they say Relax, biatch, it's Snoop Dogg and Dr Dre Snoop Dogg and Dr Dre