Gin and Juice

[Verse 1]

With so much drama in L-B-C

It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G

But I, I somehow, some way

Keep comin' up with funky ass shit 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 home

I got bitches in the living room gettin' me horny

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 whores

And we gonna smoke a ounce to that

G's up, hoes down, like you motherfuckers bounce to this

And I'll be

[Chorus]

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, y'all

[Verse 2]

I got me some Seagram's gin

Everybody got their cup but they ain't chipped in

You know, this type of shit 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 cultivatin' music that be captivatin' 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 bitch named Sadie

You know, she used to be the homeboy's lady

Don't you know it's eighty 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

And I'll be

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 3]

So later on that day

My homie Dr. Dre

He came by with a gang of Tanqueray

And a fat-ass J

Of some bubonic chronic

You know it made me choke, it ain't no joke

I had to back up off of it, set my cup of gin down

Don't you know

Tanqueray and chronic, well, I'm fucked up now

But it ain't no stoppin'

I'm still poppin'

Dr. Dre got some bitches 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

But don't get upset, girl, that's just how it goes

I don't love you hoes, that's why I'm out the door, and I'll be

[Chorus]

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

[Outro]

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo

Sippin' on gin and juice bi-atch

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo

Sippin' on gin and juice