paroles de chanson Gin and Juice - Snoop Doggy Dogg
With
so
much
drama
in
the
L-B-C
It's
kinda
hard
being
Snoop
D-O-double-G
But
I,
somehow,
some
way
Keep
comin'
up
with
funky
ass
shit
like
every
single
day
May
I,
kick
a
little
something
for
the
G's
(yeah)
And,
make
a
few
ends
as
(yeah!)
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
til'
six
in
the
mornin'
(six
in
the
mornin')
So
what
you
wanna
do,
sheeeit
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,
yeah!
So
we
gonna
smoke
a
ounce
to
this
G's
up,
hoes
down,
while
you
motherfuckers
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
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
(Sadie?)
She
used
to
be
the
homeboy's
lady
(Oh,
that
bitch)
Eighty
degrees,
when
I
tell
that
bitch
please
Raise
up
off
these
N-U-T's,
cause
you
gets
none
of
these
At
ease,
as
I
mob
with
the
Dogg
Pound,
feel
the
breeze
Beeeitch,
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
homey
Dr.
Dre
came
through
with
a
gang
of
Tanqueray
And
a
fat
ass
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
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
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'
indo,
Sippin'
on
gin
and
juice
(beeotch!!)
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
(beeotch!!)
Laid
back
(With
my
mind
on
my
money
and
my
money
on
my
mind)
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