Gin And Juice

With so much drama in L-B-C

It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G

But I, I somehow, some way Keep comin up funky ass shit nearly every single day

Can I, kick a little something for the G's and, make a few friends as I breeze through

Don't you know its 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 till six in the mornin

So whatcha wanna do?

I got a pocket full o rubbers and my homeboys do too

So turn off the lights and close the doors

But (but what) we don't love them whores,

And we gonna smoke an ounce to that

G's up, hoes down, like you motherfuckers bounce to that

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]

I got me some Seagram's gin

Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in

Ya know this type of shit, happens all the time

You gotta get yours before I get mine

Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G

He's got the cultivatin music that's been captivatin me

But who hears, the words I speak

As I take me a drink to the middle of the street

I started rappin with this bitch named Sadie

You know she used to be the homeboy's lady

Don't cha know it's 80 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, full breeze

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]

Later on that day

My homey Dr. Dre

He came by with a gang of Tanqueray

And a fat ass J, of some bubonic chronic you know it made me choke it ain't no joke

I had to back up off of it and set my cup o gin down

Don't cha know Tanqueray and chronic, well I'm fucked up now

But there ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin

Dr. Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton

To serve me, not with a cherry on top

Cause when I bust my nut, You know I'm raisin to pop a cop

But don't get upset girl that's just how it goes

I don't love you hoes, That's why 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

Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]

Beeoch. (Beeoch wo wo wo)

Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice