Gin and Juice

Let's go!
Cmon! Cmon! Cmon!
Is anybody here?
Can somebody say I wanna get fucked up!
I wanna get fucked up
Everybody say I wanna get fucked up
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
And, make a few ends as 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'
So what you wanna do? Shit I got a pocket
Full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So I guess I turn off the lights and close the doors
But 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
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
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
She used to be the homeboys 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
Bitch, I'm just
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