Gin and Juice
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
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 motherfuckers bounce to this
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back
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 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
beeeitch, I'm just
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back
(Solo)
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 Gin N Juice down
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I'm fucked up now
But it ain't no stoppin, I'm keep 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
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back
Laid back
Laid back
Laid back
Laid back
Laid back
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
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
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 motherfuckers bounce to this
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back
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 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
beeeitch, I'm just
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back
(Solo)
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 Gin N Juice down
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I'm fucked up now
But it ain't no stoppin, I'm keep 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
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back
Laid back
Laid back
Laid back
Laid back
Laid back
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Credits
Writer(s): Andre Young, Steve Washington, Calvin Broadus, Daniel Webster, Harry Casey, Steve Arrington, Raymond Guy Turner, Mark Adams, Richard Finch
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