Gin And Juice
GTA V/Snoop Dogg
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I'm serious nigga, one of y'all niggas got some bad motherfuckin' breath
Ay baby, ay baby
Ay baby, get some bubblegum in this motherfucker or somethin'
Study long, study wrong, nigga
With so much drama in the L-B-C
It's kinda hard bein' Snoop D-O-double-G
But I, somehow, someway
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 I breeze through? (Yeah)
Two in the mornin'
And the party's still jumpin' 'cause my mama ain't home
I got bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on and
They ain't leavin' 'til six in the mornin' (six in the mornin', six in the mornin')
So what you wanna do?
Shit, 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 gon' smoke an 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 gotta get yours, but fool, 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 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 Tha Dogg 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 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 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)
(With my mind on my money)
(And my money on my mind)