Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gin And Juice, artist - Hot Rod Circuit.
Date of issue: 07.04.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gin And Juice |
Heah hah hah! |
I’m serious nigga one of y’all niggas got this ass motherfuckin up |
Aiy baby, aiy baby… aiy baby get some bubblegum in this motherfucker |
Steady long, steady long nigga |
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 (yeah) |
And, make a few ends as (yeah!) 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 (six in the mornin) |
So what you wanna do, sheeeit |
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 |
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 (Sadie?) |
She used to be the homeboy’s lady (Oh, that bitch) |
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 |
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 cup down |
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I’m fucked up now |
But it ain’t no stoppin, I’m still 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 |
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!) |
Laid back |
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!) |
Laid back |