Gin And Juice Songtext

With so much drama in the L-B-C
It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G
But I, I somehow, some way-hay
Keep comin up funky ass shit man every single day, and
Can I kick a little sompin for the G's [yeah]
and, make a few friends as I breeze through,
Dont you know it's Two in the mawnin and
our party's still jumpin cause my momma ain't home-home
I got bitches in the living room gettin me hawney
and, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin
So what you wanna do-hoo
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys doos too
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But [but what?] we don't love them whores
And we gonna smoke a ounce to that
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G's up, hoes down, like you mother****ers bounce to that

Chorus:

[haw haw haw]
And i'd be..
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]
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:

I got me some Seagram's gin
Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in
you know this type of shit, happens all the time
You got to get yours before I get mine
Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G
I got the cultivating music that be captivating he
who hears, to the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
i started laughin with this bitch named Sadie [Sadie?]
[ya know?] She used to be the homeboy's lady
dontcha kno its 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
ill be

Chorus

Verse Three:

Later on that day hay
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
[dontcha kno] Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I'm ****ed 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]

Cledus T. Judd Gin And Juice songtext