Gin and Juice - Metal Cover
With so much drama in the LBC
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 livin' room gettin' it on
And, they ain't leavin' 'til six in the mornin' (six in the mornin')
So what you wanna do? Shit
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 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 your, but fool I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G
I got the cultivatin' music that be captivatin' 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 (Sadie?)
She used to be the homeboy's lady (oh, that bitch)
80 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
Oh, yeah!
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)
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 livin' room gettin' it on
And, they ain't leavin' 'til six in the mornin' (six in the mornin')
So what you wanna do? Shit
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 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 your, but fool I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G
I got the cultivatin' music that be captivatin' 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 (Sadie?)
She used to be the homeboy's lady (oh, that bitch)
80 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
Oh, yeah!
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)
Credits
Writer(s): Raymond Guy Turner, Richard Finch, Mark Adams, Daniel Webster, Steve Washington, Steve Arrington, Andre Young, Harry Casey, Calvin Broadus
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