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Gin and juice - Gourds

 

Gin and juice by Gourds


Gin and Juice
by Snoop Doggy Dogg
As played by the Gourds
With so much drama in L-B-C
It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G
But I, somehow, some way
Keep comin up with funky ass sh*t nearly every single day
Can I, kick a little something for the G's
and, make a few friends is a breeze, through
Two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin
cause my momma ain't ho-ome
I got b**ches in the living room gettin it on
and, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin
So what you wanna do hoo
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
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
G's up, hoes down, while you motherf**kers bounce to this
Chorus: repeat 2X
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 Two:
Now that I got me some Seagram's gin
Every body got their cups, but they ain't chipped in
Ya know this type of sh*t, happens all the time
Gotta get yours before I get mine
Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G
He gots the cultivating music that be captivating he
who hears the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
and get mackin to this b**ch named Sadie
She used to be the homeboy's lady
Eighty degrees, when I tell that b**ch please
Raise up off these N-U-T's, cause you gets none of these
as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze
Chorus
Verse Three:
(slows down)
Later on that day
My homey Dr. Dre
He came by with a gang of Tanqueray
And a fat ass J,
(speeds up)
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
(stops) Yeah, Tanqueray and chronic, well I'm f**ked up now (speeds back up)
But it ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin
Dr Dre got some b**ches from the city of Compton
To serve me, not with a cherry on top
Cause when I bust my nut, ya know I'm raisin up off the cot
Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes
I don't love you hoes, that's why I'm out the do'
And I'll be
Chorus
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice {beeotch!!}
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind