Gin & Juice

Heah hah hah! I'm serious nigga one of why'all niggaz 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-be-see 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 want to 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 [Chorus:Repeat x2] 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 bitch) Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please Raise up off these n-you-t's, cause you gets none of these At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze Beeeitch, I'm just [Chorus] 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 [Chorus] 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]