Various Artists - Gin & Juice lyrics

Intro: Yeah, ha ha, this be boss player cat daddy DeVante back up here with one More yeah, kickin' that ol' fly fresh sh** for all you motherf**ers DeVante singing: I won't be wrong, do you right And you can roll with me for the rest of the night No need to fuss, cause I don't wanna choke Baby sit back here and let the chronic smoke Hook: So hand around, and give it up, cause all the real G's Know what I'm thinking of, cause you gotta be down So give it up, there's a party over here So baby show me love, cause I got the gin & juice (yeah you know that) I got the gin & juice (yeah you know that you know that) DeVante rapping: So I be's blowin' mad smoke through your ear Cause I be's the flavor of the motherf**in' year So n***a sit your ugly a** down and drink a beer Cause the doe be rockin' sh** for the year Now if your ready for the fun, then baby I won't front Cause I keep a stash of smoke for month to month I got Playa, I got Suga, I got Jodeci All the n***as down with this check it (yeah) How we do baby (cause I got the gin & juice) this be boss player DeVante DeVante singing: So don't you feel it, I know you want fun But I can be the one, to make sure you get enough So why don't you get crazy, why don't you get rude And baby we can bump a little later, and everything, yeah it's all good Hook Static talking: Yeah, it's that n***a Static straight outta The Ba**ment crew. Boss player Representin' for the 9-5. We gonna kick it something like this To party people we go on a freak fest Past the chronic if you got a weak chest Shake your body till you can't no more And all the hotties get it on the dance floor Ain't workin' with all juice no gin, one more again Hit me Mr. bartender, I'm fiend to, slip and get loose Got to drink a cup of all gin no juice, what's the use I'm in my basement hideaway, where all the hoes slip and slide away You got smoke? We gonna fly away And then me boss player is gonna ride away Hook Static talking: Ha ha this is a nice little party here D. Motherf**ers jumpin'. Hey man Hand me my beer Now everybody dranked up, music cranked up The n***as go put they shanks up till they banked up The homies they got it cookin', they be lookin' I leave thier punany shooken, baby booken They doin' a little dip thens a little dap mens The Boss get the tip mens, we got the happins The smoke get slapped in, toes tappin' It's groovin', silky soothin', keep your body movin' Hook