Gin and juice lyrics Daniel Webster / Mark Adams / Steve Arrington / Andre Romell Young / Calvin C. Broadus / Raymond Guy Turner / Harry Wayne Casey / Richard Finch / Stephen Washington / Way Harry

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Ha-ha-ha, I’m serious, nigga
One of y’all niggas got some bad motherfuckin’ breath
(Oh, man) Aye, baby, aye, baby, (shit) aye, baby
Get some bubblegum in this motherfucker or somethin’
Aye, I’m gonna get somethin’ to eat, dog
Aye, nigga, study long, study wrong, nigga
With so much drama in the L-B-C
It’s kind of hard bein’ Snoop D-O-double-G
But I, somehow, some way
Keep comin’ up with funky ass shit like every single day
May I, kick a little something for the Gs (yeah)
And, make a few ends as I breeze, through
Two in the mornin’ and the partys still jumpin’
‘Cause my momma ain’t home
I got bitches in the livin’ room gettin’ it on
And, they ain’t leavin’ til’ six in the mornin’ (six in the mornin’)
So what you wanna do? Shit
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
Gs up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
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
Now, that, I got me some Seagram’s gin
Everybody got they cups, but they ain’t chipped in
Now this types of shit, happens all the time
You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine
Everythin’ is fine when you listenin’ to the D-O-G
I got the cultivatin’ music that be captivatin’ 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 bitch named Sadie (Sadie?)
She used to be the homeboys lady (oh, that bitch)
80 degrees, when I tell that bitch 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
Biatch, I’m just
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 homie Dr. Dre came through with a gang of Tanqueray
And a fat ass J, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke
Shit, this ain’t no joke
I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah, I’m fucked up now
But it ain’t no stoppin’, I’m still poppin’
Dre got some bitches 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 door
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, biatch
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
Rollin’ down the street, smokin’ indo
Sippin’ on gin and juice, biatch
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
Songwriters: Daniel Webster / Mark Adams / Steve Arrington / Andre Romell Young / Calvin C. Broadus / Raymond Guy Turner / Harry Wayne Casey / Richard Finch / Stephen Washington / Way Harry

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