Gin and Juice

(Ugh) ha-ha-ha, I'm serious, nigga
 One of y'all niggas got some bad motherfuckin' breath
 (Oh, man) ayy, baby, ayy, baby, (shit)
 Ayy, baby, get some bubblegum in this motherfucker or somethin'
 Ride with me to get somethin' to eat, dog
 Ayy, nigga, 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, some way
 Keep comin' up with funky-ass shit like every single day
 May I kick a lil' 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 momma 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 morning)
 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 a ounce to this
 Gs 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 type 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?)
 80 degrees, when I tell that bitch, "Please
 Raise up off these N-U-Ts, 'cause you gets none of these"
 At ease, as I mob with the 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)