Lyrics: SNOOP DOGG "GIN AND JUICE" (0/1)

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Gin And Juice

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Gin And Juice

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Version 1 of the lyrics

I'm serious nigga one of y'all

Intro: Dre

Niggaz got this ass motherfuckin' up

Aiy baby, aiy baby aiy baby get

Some bubblegum in this motherfucker

Steady long, steady long nigga

With so much drama in the L B C

*man pissing*

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

Heah hah hah!

But I, somehow, some way

I'm serious nigga one of y'all niggaz got this ass motherfuckin up

Keep comin' up with funky ass shit like every single day

Aiy baby, aiy baby... aiy baby get some bubblegum in this motherfucker

Steady long, steady long nigga

May I, kick a little something for the G's

Verse One: Snoop

And, make a few ends as I breeze, through

Two in the mornin' and the 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'

So what you wanna do? Shit I got a pocket

Full of rubbers and my homeboys do too

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 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, sheeeit

I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too

So turn off the lights and close the doors

But we don't love them hoes, yeah

But (but what) we don't love them hoes, yeah!

So we gonna smoke a ounce to this

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

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo

Chorus: repeat 2X

Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back

With my mind on my money

Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice

And my money on my mind

Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo

Verse Two:

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

Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G

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

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?)

And get to mackin' to this bitch named Sadie

She used to be the homeboy's lady (Oh, that bitch)

She used to be the homeboys lady

Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please

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

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

beeeitch, I'm just

Chorus

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo

Verse Three:

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

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'

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

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

I don't love you hoes, I'm out the do'

And I'll be

Chorus

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo

Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)

Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back

Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]

With my mind on my money

Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)

And my money on my mind

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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