Gin and Juice

by Snoop Doggy Dogg

As played by the Gourds  

 

With so much drama in 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

and, make a few friends as I breeze, through

Two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin

cause my momma ain't ho-ome

I got bitches in the living room gettin it on

and, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin 

So what you wanna do sh*t

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

So we gonna smoke a ounce to this

G's up,  hoes down, while you motherf**kers 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

Every body got their cups, but they ain't chipped in

now this type of shit, happens all the time

You gotta 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 me

who listens to the words that I say

As I take me a drink to the middle of the street

and get mackin to this bitch named Sadie 

She used to be the homeboy's lady 

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 bytch



Chorus



Verse Three:



(slows down)

Later on that day

My homey Dr. Dre 

Came through with a gang of Tanqueray

And a fat ass J, 

(speeds up)

of some bubonic chronic that made me choke sh*t

It ain't no joke, I had to back up off of it, 

Sit my cup down

 

(stops) Yeah, Tanqueray and chronic, well I'm f**ked up now (speeds back up)

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