Gin And Juice Lyrics

Gin And Juice lyrics

Intro: Dre

*man pissing*
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

Verse One: Snoop

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

Chorus: repeat 2X

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]

Verse Two:

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

Chorus

Verse
Three:

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]