Gin And Juice

Intro: With so much drama in L- It's kinda hard bein Snoop But I, I somehow, some way Keep comin up funky ass shit nearly every single day And, can I kick a little something, mmm, for the G's and, make a few friends as I breeze through Don't you know it's two in the mornin' and our 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 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 a ounce to that G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this 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, y'all (Double Time) (4x) I got me some Seagram's gin Everybody got their cup, but they ain't chipped in You 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 He's got the cultivating music that be captivating me But, a who, 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 Don't you know it's eighty degrees when I tell that bitch please Raise up off these N-U-Ts cause you gets none of these, at ease as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze 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, y'all (solo) (lay back) So 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 it, Set my cup of gin down, Don't you know Tanqueray and chronic, well I'm fucked up now But it ain't 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 ragin 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 door 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, y'all