Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gin And Juice, artist - Snoop Dogg. Date of issue: 04.08.2012
Song language: English
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) |