| Ahh-haaa
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| Get your motherf*ckin' glass, cus it’s a blast from the past
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| You didn’t think would touch it two times ni*ga
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| Gin and Juice up in this b*tch, yahhh
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| Some of that Beats By the Pound flavor, you feel me (you heard me)
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| Get your ice, get your cups, Cus we about to get f*cked up in here
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| Yah (yah), Straight up, Uhmm (uhmm), Yah (yah)
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| I’m still smokin', driftin', swifta than a mothaf*cka
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| Twisted off a cup of that 'ole ignat juice
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| Heated in the seat cup fulla drank
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| Beatin' up the block in the dark blue tank
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| Bullet proof vest on my chest for the cause
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| Diggin' in my draws for dem muthaf*ckin' laws
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| Harrassin' a nig*a, blastin' a nig*a
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| I ain’t seen sh*t, so why you askin' nig*a
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| To f*cked up off that G-I and juice,
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| C-I get loose, nig*a what chall wanna do
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| I got a crew, but I choose to roll solo
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| Especially on Sundays dippin' in my low-low
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| Convertable top, spot for the glock, I ain’t f*ckin' with the hen dogg
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| So toss out the soda pop
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| Put my sh*t on three wheels for thrills
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| I hit a corner and make sure my drink don’t spill, that’s real
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| Rollin down the street, with heat
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| Drankin', Sittin' on D’s
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| Top rolled back so I can feel the breeze
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| Never slippin', I keep my eyes on my enemies
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| Rollin down the street, with heat
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| Drankin', Sittin' on D’s
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| Top rolled back so I can feel the breeze
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| Never slippin', I keep my eyes on my enemies
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| Now trip dis', I’m on Interstate 10 f*ckin' with this Creole
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| She said she knows NINO, now stop me loc
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| Cup of that Gin and Juice, I blank a b*tch out
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| Then turn the b*tch out, look here
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| There ain’t no need for you to be wastin' my time
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| See I picked you up, now I’m gunna stick you up, And d*ck you up!
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| Give you what you need, then bring you back down to reality
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| With that California weed, she seemed trouble at first
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| And then it got worse, cus now I got my hand up and down her mini-skirt
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| Twerkin' that s*it while riddin' up the highway
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| Doin' it my way, hella highway, the fly way
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| Swervin' in another lane, tryin' to maintain
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| And baby girl steady takin' dick to the brain
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| Now it ain’t no thing, cus she swallowed it up
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| Then she wanted to take a puff, I said «Look here b*tch you’ve had enough»
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| Rollin down the street, with heat
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| Drankin', Sittin' on D’s
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| Top rolled back so I can feel the breeze
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| Never slippin', I keep my eyes on my enemies
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| Rollin down the street, with heat
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| Drankin', Sittin' on D’s
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| Top rolled back so I can feel the breeze
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| Never slippin', I keep my eyes on my enemies
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| Somebody say, I wanna get f*cked up
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| (Say What, Say What)
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| Come on, Now
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| Everybody say, I wanna get f*cked up
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| (What Chew Say, What Chew Say) YAH
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| I’m hopped by the ice cream shop, The cops saw me, stopped me, heard me
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| Were’s Serv-D, well serve me, since you got that big bad a*s dangle
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| Nig*a you know I’m know for havin' that big a*s bank
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| Tryin' to find all your dope, cus your a smoker
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| I’ll find that indo weed even when I’m on the East Coast
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| Cus times gettin' hard on the boulevard, but I refuse to loose?
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| Lil' Jimmy’s sent me something, I need to cop something
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| Got Some (Got Some), I know you got some
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| Nig*a stop frontin', get at your boy
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| Hook it up like Master P (Ughh)
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| Would it be a tragedy to fill me the best weed |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gin And Juice II, artist - Snoop Dogg. Album song The Best Of Snoop Dogg, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп