Gin and Juice Lyrics
The song Gin and Juice is performed by Gourds .
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I'm serious nigga one of y'all niggaz
Got this a*s motherf**kin' up, ay baby, ay baby
Ay baby get some bubblegum in this motherf**ker
Steady long, steady long nigga
With so much drama in the LBC
It's kinda hard bein' Snoop D O double G
But I, somehow, someway
Keep comin' up with funky a*s shit like every single day
May I kick a little something for the G's
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' till six in the mornin'
So what you wanna do? Sheeit
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
So we gonna smoke a ounce to that
G's up, hoes down while you motherf**kers bounce to this
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
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
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 bitch named Sadie
She used to be the homeboy's lady
Eighty degrees when I tell that bitch please
Raise up off these N U Ts, bitch 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' endo, sippin' on gin and juice
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
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
Later on that day my homey Dr. Dre
Came through with a gang of tanqueray
And a fat a*s 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 f**ked 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' endo, sippin' on gin and juice
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
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
Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo, sippin' on gin and juice
Beeotch, with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo, sippin' on gin and juice
Beeotch, with my mind on my money and my money on my mind