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Gin And Juice II
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Snoop Dogg
Snoop Dogg
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Snoop Dogg
Snoop Dogg
Composer
Calvin Broadus
Calvin Broadus
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Carlos Stephens
Carlos Stephens
Producer
Master P
Master P
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Hahaha Get your - glass, cus it's a blast from the past You didn't think we gon' touch ya two times - Gin and Juice up in this -, yeah Some of that Beats By the Pound flavor, you feel me (you heard me) Get your ice, get your cups, 'cause we about to get - up in here Ya hear me? (Yeah) Straight up, um, yeah I'm still smokin', driftin', swifter than a - Twisted off a cup of that 'ol ignat juice Heated in the seat, cup fulla drank Beatin' up the block in the dark blue tank My bulletproof vest on my chest for the cause Dig in my draws for them - laws Harrassin' a -, blastin' a - I ain't seen -, so why you askin' - I'm too (haha) up off that G-I and juice C-I get loose, - what y'all wanna do? I got a crew, but I choose to roll solo Especially on Sundays dippin' in my low-low Convertible top spot for the glock (yeah) I ain't - with the hen, dog, so toss out the sauce hot Put my (ha) on three wheels for thrills I hit a corner and make sure my drink don't spill, that's real Rollin' down the street, with heat Drankin', trees, sittin' on D's Top rolled back so I can feel the breeze Never slippin', I keep my eyes on my enemies Rollin' down the street, with heat Drankin', trees, sittin' on D's Top rolled back so I can feel the breeze Never slippin', I keep my eyes on my enemies Now trip dis, I'm on Interstate 10 (mhm) - with this Creole She say she knows Nino, stop lying (know Nino) Cup of that gin and juice (gin and juice), I blank a - out Then turn the - out, look here Ain't no need for you be wastin' my time (uh-huh) See I picked you up, now I'ma stick you up, and - you up And give you what you need And then bring you back down to reality With that California -, she seemed trouble at first (uh-huh) And then it got worse, 'cause now (stop) I got my hand up and down her mini-skirt Twerkin' that - while I'm ridin' up the highway Doin' it my way, the hella highway, the fly way (yeah) Swervin' in another lane, tryina maintain And baby girl steady takin' - to the brain Left no stain, 'cause she swallowed it up (woo) Then she wanted to take a puff I said "Look here - you done had enough" (hold up, hold up) Rollin' down the street, with heat Drankin', trees, sittin' on D's Top rolled back so I can feel the breeze Never slippin', I keep my eyes on my enemies Rollin' down the street, with heat Drankin', trees, sittin' on D's Top rolled back so I can feel the breeze Never slippin', I keep my eyes on my enemies Somebody say, I wanna get - up (Say what, say what) Come on, now Everybody say, I wanna get - up (What'chu say, what'chu say) Yeah, mm I popped by the ice cream shop To cop something, pop something, ya heard me? Where's Serv-B, - well serve me (serve me) Since you got that big bad ass dank - You know I'm known for havin' that big ass bank Tryin' to buy all your -, 'cause I'm a smoker I'll find that - - even when I'm on the East Coast 'Cause times gettin hard on the boulevard But I refuse to lose by a zip of that backyard (hell no) Lil' Jimmy's sent me something, I need to cop something Got some (Got some), I know you got some - Stop frontin', get at your boy Hook me up like Master P (uhh) Or would it be a tragedy, ya feel me, the best weed - Rollin' down the street, with heat Drankin', trees, sittin' on D's Top rolled back so I can feel the breeze Never slippin', I keep my eyes on my enemies Rollin' down the street, with heat Drankin', trees, sittin' on D's Top rolled back so I can feel the breeze Never slippin', I keep my eyes on my enemies Rollin' down the street, with heat
Writer(s): Richard Finch, Andre Young, Mich Hansen, Harry Wayne Casey, D Webster, M Adams, R Turner, S Arrington, S Washington Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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