Gin & Juice - AOL Sessions (Explicit)
Give it to me
Yeah, come on, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah (What up), yeah (Little flashback down memory lane), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This is just a small introduction to the G Funk era
Every day of my life I take a glimpse in the mirror
And I see motherfuckers tryna be like me
Ever since I put it down with D-R-E
With so much drama in the L-B-C
It's kind of 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?
It's two in the mornin' and the party's still jumpin'
'Cause my momma ain't home
I got some bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on
And they ain't leavin' till 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 gon' smoke an ounce to this
G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo (Just bounce to this, smoke an ounce to this)
(Sippin' on gin and juice) yeah, laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
Just rollin' down the street, smokin' indo (Nigga, just bounce to this, nigga smoke an ounce to this)
(Sippin' on gin and juice) yeah, I'm so 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, it happens all the time
You got to get yours, nigga, I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you listening 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 (Sadie?)
She used to be the that nigga's lady (Oh, that bitch)
It was 80 degrees, when I tell that bitch please
Raise up off these N-U-T's, 'cause you gets none of these
At ease (Why why why?), as I mob with the Dogg Pound
Feel the breeze beyotch, I'm just
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin and juice, I'm so laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
I'm just rollin' down the street, smokin' indo (Smoke an ounce to this, nigga, just bounce to this)
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back
I got my mind on my money
And my money on my mind, my mind
Now, later on that day, my nigga, Dr. Dre
He 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 cup down
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah, I'm fucked up now
But it ain't no stoppin' 'cause I'm still poppin'
And Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton
Just to serve me but not with a cherry on top
'Cause when I bust my nut I'm raising up off the cot
Don't get upset, girl, that's just how it goes
We don't love you, hoes, we out the door, and I'll be
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 (Smoke it, roll it, tip it, drink it)
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
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
Just rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back (beyotch)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We just rollin', smokin'
Snoopadelic, Snoop D-O-double-G
AOL Sessions, comin' at you live
On your TV screens
On your laptops
Or your motherfuckin' hard drives
This how we doin' it, y'all
It's live, it's Snoop D-O-motherfuckin'-double-G-G
Just rollin' down the street, smokin' indo (And I'm rollin', rollin', rollin')
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back (And I'm smokin', smokin', smokin')
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind, beyotch
Shut y'all
Yeah, come on, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah (What up), yeah (Little flashback down memory lane), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This is just a small introduction to the G Funk era
Every day of my life I take a glimpse in the mirror
And I see motherfuckers tryna be like me
Ever since I put it down with D-R-E
With so much drama in the L-B-C
It's kind of 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?
It's two in the mornin' and the party's still jumpin'
'Cause my momma ain't home
I got some bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on
And they ain't leavin' till 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 gon' smoke an ounce to this
G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo (Just bounce to this, smoke an ounce to this)
(Sippin' on gin and juice) yeah, laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
Just rollin' down the street, smokin' indo (Nigga, just bounce to this, nigga smoke an ounce to this)
(Sippin' on gin and juice) yeah, I'm so 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, it happens all the time
You got to get yours, nigga, I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you listening 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 (Sadie?)
She used to be the that nigga's lady (Oh, that bitch)
It was 80 degrees, when I tell that bitch please
Raise up off these N-U-T's, 'cause you gets none of these
At ease (Why why why?), as I mob with the Dogg Pound
Feel the breeze beyotch, I'm just
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin and juice, I'm so laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
I'm just rollin' down the street, smokin' indo (Smoke an ounce to this, nigga, just bounce to this)
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back
I got my mind on my money
And my money on my mind, my mind
Now, later on that day, my nigga, Dr. Dre
He 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 cup down
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah, I'm fucked up now
But it ain't no stoppin' 'cause I'm still poppin'
And Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton
Just to serve me but not with a cherry on top
'Cause when I bust my nut I'm raising up off the cot
Don't get upset, girl, that's just how it goes
We don't love you, hoes, we out the door, and I'll be
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 (Smoke it, roll it, tip it, drink it)
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
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
Just rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back (beyotch)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We just rollin', smokin'
Snoopadelic, Snoop D-O-double-G
AOL Sessions, comin' at you live
On your TV screens
On your laptops
Or your motherfuckin' hard drives
This how we doin' it, y'all
It's live, it's Snoop D-O-motherfuckin'-double-G-G
Just rollin' down the street, smokin' indo (And I'm rollin', rollin', rollin')
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back (And I'm smokin', smokin', smokin')
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind, beyotch
Shut y'all
Credits
Writer(s): Andre Young, Daniel Webster, Steve Arrington, Steve Washington, Raymond Guy Turner, Calvin Broadus, Harry Casey, Richard Finch, Mark Adams
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