Gin & Juice
Featurin Dat Nigga Daz




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 and
Make a few enz as I breeze through
Two in the mornin' and the party's still jumpin' cause my mama ain't home.
I got bitches in the living room gettin it on,
And they ain't leavin' 'til six in the mornin'
So what you wanna do?
Shit, I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too.
So turn off the lights and close the do's.
But, [But what?], we don't love them hoes, yeah.
So we gonna smoke an 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 [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 their cups, but they ain't chipped in.
Now this type of shit happens all the time.
You got to get yours before I got to 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.
She used to be the homeboys lady
[Oh, that bitch]
80 degrees, wanna 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.
Biiuutch, 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 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 shit from the city of Compton
To serve me, not with a cherry on top
Cause when I bust my nut, I'm raisin' a bong to cock.
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 [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.
Biiuutch [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice.
Biiuutch [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]

 

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