Gin and Juice

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 as shit nearly every single day

And can I kick a little somethin' for the G's

And make a few friends is a breeze through

Don't you know it's two in the mornin' and our party's still jumpin'

'Cause my mama 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-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

And we gonna smoke an ounce to that

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

And I been 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, y'all

I got me some Seagram's Gin

Everybody got they cup, but they ain't chipped in

You know this type of shit happens all the time

You gotta get yours before I get mine

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

He's got that cultivatin' music that be captivatin' me

But, uh, who hears the words that I speak?

As I take me a drink to the middle of the street

I started mackin' with this bitch named Sadie

You know she used to be the homeboy's lady

Don't you know it's 80 degrees when I tell that bitch, please

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

And, ay, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze

And I been 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

So later on that day

My homie, Dr. Dre

He came by with a gang of Tanqueray

And a fat ass J

Of some bubonic chronic, you know it made me choke

It ain't no joke, I had to back up off it

Set my cup of gin down

Don't you know, Tanqueray and chronic, well, I'm fucked up now

But it ain't no stoppin', I'm still poppin'

Dr. Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton

To serve me, not with a cherry on top

'Cause when I bust my nut, you know I'm raisin' up off a cot

But don't get upset, girl, that's just how it goes

I don't love you hoes, that's why 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 that street and smokin' that indo

Sippin' on gin and juice

Beotch, beotch, y'all

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo

Sippin' on gin and a, a-juice, yeah