Gin and Juice (Greatest Hits version, about 3:31 long)
Snoop Doggy Dogg
Deathrows Greatest Hits, taken from Doggystyle
Lyrics By Chris Reid version 1.0
With so much drama in the LBC
It’s kind of hard being Snoop D O double G
But I, some how some way
Keep coming up with funky ass shit like every single day
May I, kick a little somethin for the G’s
And make a few ends as I breeze through
Two in the mornin and the party still popin cause my mama aint home
I got bitches in the living room gettin it on
And they aint leavin till six in the mornin
So what you wanna do, shit
I got a pocket rull of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But for what, we don’t love them hoes
Yeah, so we gon smoke an ounce to this
G’s up, hoes down, while you muthafuckas 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 serious gin
Everybody got their cups but they ain’t chipped in
Now this types of shit happens all the time
You gotta gets yours before I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you’re listenin to the D O G
I got the cultivatin music that be captivatin he
Who listens to the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
And get to macin to this bitch named Shady
She used to be the homeboy’s lady
Ain’t even freeze when I tell that bitch please
Raise up off this nuts cause you gets none of these
At ease, as I mob with the Dog 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 to tanqueray
And some phat ass gin, pluse some bubonic chronic that made me choke shit
This ain’t no dope, I had to back 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 ragin up out the cock
Don’t get up 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
Biatch, with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
