Gin And Juice Song Lyrics by Snoop Dogg
ha-ha-ha, I’m serious, niggaOne of y’all niggas got some bad motherfuckin’ breath(Uh, ayy, shit) ayy baby, ayy babyAyy baby, get some bubblegum in this muhfucker or somethin’Ayy, nigga, get somethin’ to eat, dogStudy long, study wrong, nigga
With so much drama in the L-B-CIt’s kinda hard bein’ Snoop D-O-double-GBut I, somehow, some wayKeep comin’ up with funky ass shit like every single dayMay I kick a little something for the G’s (yeah)And make a few ends as I breeze through (yeah)Two in the mornin’ and the party’s still jumpin’ ’cause my mama ain’t homeI got bitches in the livin’ room gettin’ it onAnd they ain’t leavin’ ’til six in the mornin’ (six in the mornin’)So what you wanna do? ShitI got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do tooSo turn off the lights and close the doorsBut (but what?) We don’t love them hoes, yeahSo we gon’ smoke a ounce to thisGs up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
Rollin’ down the street, smokin’ indo, sippin’ on gin and juiceLaid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)Rollin’ down the street, smokin’ indo, sippin’ on gin and juiceLaid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
Now that I got me some Seagram’s ginEverybody got they cups, but they ain’t chipped inNow this types of shit happens all the timeYou gotta get yours, but fool, I gotta get mineEverything is fine when you listenin’ to the D-O-GI got the cultivatin’ music that be captivating heWho listens to the words that I speakAs I take me a drink to the middle of the streetAnd 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 pleaseRaise up off these N-U-T’s, ’cause you gets none of theseAt ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breezeBeyotch, I’m just
Rollin’ down the street, smokin’ indo, sippin’ on gin and juiceLaid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)Rollin’ down the street, smokin’ indo, sippin’ on gin and juiceLaid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
Later on that dayMy homie Dr. Dre came through with a gang of TanquerayAnd a fat ass J of some bubonic chronic that made me chokeShit, this ain’t no jokeI had to back up off of it and sit my cup downTanqueray and chronic, yeah, I’m fucked up nowBut it ain’t no stoppin’, I’m still poppin’Dre got some bitches from the city of ComptonTo serve me, not with a cherry on top‘Cause when I bust my nut, I’m raisin’ up off the cotDon’t get upset girl, that’s just how it goesI don’t love you hoes, I’m out the doorAnd I’ll be
Rollin’ down the street, smokin’ indo, sippin’ on gin and juiceLaid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)Rollin’ down the street, smokin’ indo, sippin’ on gin and juiceLaid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)Rollin’ down the street, smokin’ indo, sippin’ on gin and juiceBeyotch (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)Rollin’ down the street, smokin’ indo, sippin’ on gin and juiceBeyotch (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)