Gin And Juice Lyrics - Snoop Doggy Dogg

Heah hah hah! 

I'm serious nigga one of y'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-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 (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 wanna 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 

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 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-U-T's, cause you gets none of these 

At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze 

beeeitch, 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 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 

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 (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]