Gin and Juice

With so much drama in 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 friends as I breeze, through

Two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin

cause my momma ain't ho-ome

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 doors

But (but what) we don't love them hoes

So we gonna smoke a 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

Every body got their cups, but they ain't chipped in

now 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

I got the cultivating music that be captivating me

who listens to the words that I say

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

and get mackin to this bitch named Sadie

She used to be the homeboy's lady

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 bytch

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

(slows down)

Later on that day

My homey Dr. Dre

Came through with a gang of Tanqueray

And a fat ass J,

(speeds up)

of some bubonic chronic that made me choke sh*t

It ain't no joke, I had to back up off of it,

Sit my cup down

(stops) Yeah, Tanqueray and chronic, well I'm f**ked up now (speeds back up)

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

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