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Gin and Juice (From "West Coast Classics")

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 rhymes, like, every single day
May I kick a little something for the G’s
And make a few ends as I breach through?
Two in the mornin' and the fourty’s still jumpin'
‘Cause my momma ain’t home
I got freaks in the livin' room gettin' it on
And they ain’t leavin' till six in the morn'
So what you wanna do?
Hm, I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But for what?
We don’t ever know, yeah
So we gon' blow a ounce to this
G’s up, freeze up for a second, now 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 type of things happen all the time
You got to get yours but, fool, I gotta get mine
See, everything is fine when you listening to the D-O-G
I got the cultivating music that be captivating he
Who listen to the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
And get to mackin' to this chick named Sadie (Sadie?)
She used to be the homeboy’s lady (Oh, that bitch)
80 degrees, when I tell that trick 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 and you know 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
Later on that day, my homie Dr. Dre
Came through with a gang of Tanqueray
And a fat ass J of some bubonic that made me choke
This ain’t no joke, I had to back up off of it and put my cup down
Tanqueray and, yeah, I’m cooled down now
But it ain’t no stoppin', 'cause I’m still poppin'
And Jay got some tricks from the city of Compton
To serve me;
not with a cherry on top
‘Cause when I gets through, I gots to hit the dope spot
Don’t get upset, girl, that’s just how it goes
I don’t ever know, I’m 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
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, beyotch
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin and juice, beyotch
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind