Lyrics Gin And Juice - Snoop Dogg

Gin And Juice

Heah hah hah!
I’m serious nig*a one of y’all nig*az got this a*s motherf*ckin up
Aiy baby, aiy baby… aiy baby get some bubblegum in this motherf*cker
Steady long, steady long ni*ga
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 a*s sh*t 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, sh*t
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 motherf*ckers 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 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 b*tch)
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
b*tch, 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)
Later on that day
My homey Dr. Dre came through with a gang of Tanqueray
And a fat a*s J, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke
Sh*t, this ain’t no joke
I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I’m f*cked up now
But it ain’t no stoppin, I’m still poppin
Dre got some b*tches 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 (beeotch!)
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 (beeotch!)
Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)