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snoop dogg - gin n juice lyrics

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with 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 -ss sh-t like every single day

may i kick a little somethin’ for the g’s ?
(yeah)
and, make a few friends as i breeze through
(yeah)

two in the mornin’ and our party’s still jumpin’
’cause my momma ain’t home
i got b-tches 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, sh-t?
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 that
g’s up, hoes down, like you motherf-ckers bounce to that

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 type of sh-t, 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’ with this b-tch named sadie
(sadie?)
she used to be the homeboy’s lady
(oh, that b-tch)

eighty degrees, when i tell that b-tch 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
b-tch, 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 -ss j, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke
sh-t, this ain’t no joke

i had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
tanqueray and chronic, yeah i’m f-cked up now
but it ain’t no stoppin’, i’m still poppin’
dre got some b-tches 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
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
(b–tch)
(with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)

rollin’ down the street, smokin’ indo, sippin’ on gin and juice
(b–tch)
(with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)



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