Phish - Gin And Juice (snoop Dogg Cover) lyrics

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Phish - Gin And Juice (snoop Dogg Cover) lyrics

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 funky a** sh** Nearly every single day Can I, kick a little something for the G's and Make a few friends as I breeze through? Don't you know it's two in the mornin' And the party's still jumpin' 'cause my momma ain't home I got b**hes in the living room gettin' it on And they ain't leavin' till six in the mornin' So whatcha wanna do? I got a pocket full o' rubbers and my homeboys do too So turn off the lights and close the doors But we don't love them who*es (But what?) And we gonna smoke an ounce to that G's up, hoes down, like you motherf**ers bounce to that 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) I got me some Seagram's gin Everybody got they cups but they ain't chipped in Ya know this type of sh**, happens all the time You gotta get yours before I get mine Everything is fine when you listenin' to the D O G He's got the cultivatin' music that's been captivatin' me But who hears, the words I speak As I take me a drink to the middle of the street I started rappin' with this b**h named Sadie You know she used to be the homeboy's lady Don't cha know it's 80 degrees when I tell that b**h 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 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 He came by with a gang of Tanqueray And a fat a** J, of some bubonic chronic you know it Made me choke it, ain't no joke I had to back up off of it and set my cup o gin down Don't cha know Tanqueray and chronic, well, I'm f**ed up now But there ain't no stoppin', I'm still poppin' Dr. Dre got some b**hes 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, that's why 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 laid back (With my mind on my money and my money on my mind) Beeoch (Beeoch wo wo wo) Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo Sippin' on gin and juice