| Coolin' on the corner with the cellular phone
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| You could tell that the East Bay was his home
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| More mail than the rest of the pushers
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| 'Cause he got a TEC-9 in the bushes
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| And that’s how his shit was handled
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| First name Jack, last name Daniels
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| Had two boys named E and J
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| E had the nine and J the AK
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| Clocked on a street called Hennessy
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| Rivals with a motherfucker named Ol' E
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| E had a bitch and her name was Gin
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| Had a nigga named Juice doin' time in the pen
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| You couldn’t tell that Gin was a bitch though
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| 'Cause she was fuckin' some nigga named Cisco
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| E and J knew tonight they’d come
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| With two fat niggas named Bacardi and Rum
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| They capped Jack’s ho and the sight was scary
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| The bitch was all bloody and her name was Mary
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| Officer Martini wiped up the body
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| And all fingers pointed at Rum and Bacardi
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| E and J told Jack the whole tale
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| So Jack tried to bail Juice out the jail
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| But Ol' E had the judge on a payroll clout
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| So Jack shot the judge up and broke Juice out
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| Now everybody’s talkin' 'bout Gin and Juice
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| Juice shot Gin 'cause the bitch was loose
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| Now E is shook thinkin' they ain’t gonna get me
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| I’ll round up the posse and call up Mickey
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| Mickey was big, he only sold eight balls
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| Had 99 niggas up against the wall
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| E and J found out he made the call
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| So E and J and Jack and Juice nined them all
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| They were sent to the morgue and Mickey paid the bill
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| Got the money from the bitch workin' Strawberry Hill
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| Jack and Juice said Mickey wouldn’t survive
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| But Mickey was slick he had a Colt 45
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| And now he’s wonderin' how he got the word
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| It was the neighborhood wino Thunderbird
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| You wonder how the murder rap got so much juice
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| It was 187 proof
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| Check it out!
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| Mickey sent St. Ides after Thunderbird
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| Time for the hurricane, E said word
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| Thunderbird in an alley way wearin' a beanie
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| Tryin' to get a sip from the cop Mr. Martini
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| St. Ides screwed off Thunderbird’s top
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| Spilled his drink and gave a swig to the cop
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| But it’s too late Martini knows it all
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| Mickey and his boy Ol' E were slingin' eight balls
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| Of cocaine to the strawberries on the hill
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| So when he asked for Juice he got a quick fill
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| Mickey had his boy on Bourbon block
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| The murderous cop killer Mr. Peppermint Schnapps
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| Mickey had this thing about nosy cops
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| And it made Mr. Peppermint lose his top
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| Martini off duty waitin' for the night train
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| Didn’t know his wife Champagne would ever see him again
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| Peppermint Schnapps creepin' with the Colt 45
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| Gotta peel his cap 'fore the train arrives
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| Gotta stay Lowenbrau here comes the train
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| «All aboard!» |
| said the engineers Bartles and Jaymes
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| There was a toot from the train and then a gun blast
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| Martini fell on the ground there was a big splash
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| Mr. Schnapps got up because the cops chased him
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| St. Ides and Mickey in a 'vette ready in front of the station
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| But you know Jack and Juice was undercover
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| And Jack was mad because Mickey shot his lover
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| There was big shootout and Mickey got juiced
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| He couldn’t hang with the 187 proof
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| Juice is splattered and St. Ides had took a fall
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| And then Endo smoked 'em all
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| Check it out! |