Snoop Dogg - Gin N Juice Lyrics

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With so much drama in the LBC

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

But I, I somehow, some way

Keep comin' up funky ass shit like every single day

May I kick a little somethin' for the G's ?

(Yeah)

And, make a few friends as I breeze through

(Yeah)

Two in the mornin' and our party's still jumpin'

'Cause my momma ain't home

I got bitches 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, 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 that

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

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)

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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' with this bitch named Sadie

(Sadie?)

She used to be the homeboy's lady

(Oh, that bitch)

Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please

Raise up off these N U T's, 'cause you gets none of these

At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze

Bitch, 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 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 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 do' 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)

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