Snoop Dogg - Gin And Juice lyrics

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Snoop Dogg - Gin And Juice lyrics

Intro: dre *man pissing* Heah hah hah! I'm serious n***a one of y'all n***az got this a** motherf**in up Aiy baby, aiy baby... aiy baby get some bubblegum in this motherf**er Steady long, steady long n***a 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 a** sh** 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 b**hes 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 motherf**ers 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 sh**, 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 b**h named sadie (sadie?) She used to be the homeboy's lady (oh, that b**h) Eighty 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, 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 a** j, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke sh**, this ain't no joke I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down Tanqueray and chronic, yeah i'm f**ed up now But it ain't no stoppin, i'm still poppin 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, 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]