Gin and Juice

Lyrics

(Ugh) ha-ha-ha, I′m serious, nigga One of y'all niggas got some bad motherfuckin′ breath (Oh, man) ayy, baby, ayy, baby, (shit) Ayy, baby, get some bubblegum in this motherfucker or somethin' Ride with me to get somethin' to eat, dog Ayy, nigga, study long, study wrong, nigga 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 lil′ something for the G's? (Yeah) And, make a few ends as I breeze through (yeah) Two in the mornin′ and the party's still jumpin′ 'cause my momma ain't home Anzeige I got bitches in the livin′ room gettin′ it on And, they ain't leavin′ 'til six in the mornin′ (six in the mornin', six in the morning) 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 gon' 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 type 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 bitch named Sadie (Sadie?) She used to be the homeboy's 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)