Gin And Juice

Gin And Juice

Snoop Dogg

Heah hah hah!
I'm serious n**** one of why'all n****z got this a** motherf***in up
Aiy baby, aiy baby... aiy baby get some bubblegum in this motherf***er
Steady long, steady long n****

With so much drama in the l-be -see
It's kinda hard bein snoop d-o-double-g
But I, somehow, some way
Keep comin up with funky a** s*** 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 b****es in the living room gettin it on
And, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin)
So what you want to 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 motherf***ers bounce to this

[Chorus: x 2]
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]

Now, that, I got me some seagram's gin
Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in
Now this types of s***, 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 b**** named sadie (sadie?)
She used to be the homeboy's lady (oh, that b****)
Eighty degrees, when I tell that b**** please
Raise up off these n-you-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]

Later on that day
My homey dr. dre came through with a gang of tanqueray
And a fat a** j, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke
S***, this ain't no joke

I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I'm f***ed up now
But it ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin
Dre got some b****es 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]

Written by ANDRE YOUNG, CALVIN C BROADUS, RICHARD R FINCH, HARRY WAYNE CASEY
Published by BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMI Music Publishing

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