Gin And Juice lyrics

With so much drama in the L-B-C

It`s kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G

But I, somehow, some way

Keep comin up with funky ass shit 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 bitches in the living room gettin it on

and, they ain`t leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin)

So what you wanna 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 motherfuckers bounce to this



Chorus: repeat 2X



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]



Verse Two:



Now, that, I got me some Seagram`s gin

Everybody got they cups, but they ain`t chipped in

Now this types of shit, 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 bitch named Sadie (Sadie?)

She used to be the homeboy`s lady (Oh, that bitch)

Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please

Raise up off these N-U-T`s, cause you gets none of these

At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze

beeeitch, I`m just



Chorus



Verse Three:



Later on that day

My homey Dr. Dre came through with a gang of Tanqueray

And a fat ass J, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke

Shit, this ain`t no joke

I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down

Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I`m fucked up now

But it ain`t no stoppin, I`m still poppin

Dre got some bitches 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



Chorus



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]