The Gourds - Gin and Juice lyrics

Gin and Juice by Snoop Doggy Dogg As played by the Gourds With so much drama in 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 And, 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 ho-ome I got b**hes in the living room gettin' me horny 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 who*es So we gonna smoke a ounce to that G's up, hoes down, while you motherf**ers bounce to this And I'll be 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, ya'll Verse Two: I got me some Seagram's gin Everybody got their cups, but they ain't chipped in You 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 cultivating music that be captivating me But, who hears the words that I speak As I take me a drink to the middle of the street I started mackin' with this b**h named Sadie You know, she used to be the homeboy's lady Don't you know it's eighty degrees when I tell that b**h 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 Chorus Verse Three: (slows down) 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 it, Set my cup of gin down Don't you know (stops) Tanqueray and chronic, well I'm f**ed up now (speeds back up) But it ain't 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' up off the cot 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 Chorus Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice {beeotch!!} Beeotch, oh woah woah woah Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice