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Snoop Dogg - Gin & Juice (featuring Dr. Dre) Lyrics
(Intro: Dre)
*Pouring Liquor*
Heah hah hah!
I'm serious n**** one of y'all n****z got this ass motherf**kin up
Aiy baby, aiy baby aiy baby get some bubblegum in this motherf**ker study long, study wrong, n****
(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 ass shit 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****es 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 h**s, yeah!
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
G's up, h**s down, while you motherf**kers bounce to this
Chorus: repeat 2x
Rollin' down the street, smokin'' ENDO, 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 shit, 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**** named Sadie (Sadie?)
She used to be the homeboy's lady (Oh, that b****)
Eighty degrees, when I tell that b**** please
Raise up off these N-U-T's, b**** 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 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 b****es 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 h**s, 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)
