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 with funky ass **** nearly every single day

and can I kick a little something, hmmm, for the G's

and, make a few friends as I breeze through

doncha 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 til six in the mornin

So what you wanna do?

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 whores

And we gonna smoke an ounce to that

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

And I'll be

(Chorus: repeat 2X)

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

D(stop)

Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind (y'all))

(Verse Two)

I got me some Seagram's gin

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

you know this type of **** happens all the time

You got to get yourn before I get mine

but Everything is fine we listenin to the D-O-G

He's got the cultivating music that be captivating me

but who hears the words that I speak

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

I started mackin with this bitch named Sadie

You know she used to be the homeboy's lady

doncha know its 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, full breeze

And I'll be

Chorus x 2

(mandolin break)

Verse Three:

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 now he made me choke

It ain't no joke I had to back up off of it and sit my cup of gin down

doncha know Tanqueray and chronic, well I'm fucked up now

But it 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, I'm out the door

And I'll be

Chorus

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)