Gin And Juice Testo
Testo Gin And Juice
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 little something for the G's
and, make a few moves as I breeze, two
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 the So what you gonna do,
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, So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
G's up, hoes down, while all you brothers bounce to this
[Chorus: repeat 2x]
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
(with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
[Verse Two:]
got me some Seagram's gin
Everybody got their cups, but they ain't chipped in
types of things, happens all the time
You got to get yours before I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G
I got the cultivating music that be captivating me
when you listen to the words that I speak As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
mack to a chick named Sadie
used to be my homeboy's lady (that bitch)
Eighty degrees, when I tell the chick please
and I Dogg Pound, feelin the breeze
[Chorus]
[Verse Three:]
Later on that day
My homey Dr. Dre came over with a gang of Tanqueray
some fat ass G, 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 jacked 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,but that's how it goes
we don't love you hoes, I'm out the do' now
[Chorus]
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)
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 little something for the G's
and, make a few moves as I breeze, two
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 the So what you gonna do,
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, So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
G's up, hoes down, while all you brothers bounce to this
[Chorus: repeat 2x]
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
(with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
[Verse Two:]
got me some Seagram's gin
Everybody got their cups, but they ain't chipped in
types of things, happens all the time
You got to get yours before I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G
I got the cultivating music that be captivating me
when you listen to the words that I speak As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
mack to a chick named Sadie
used to be my homeboy's lady (that bitch)
Eighty degrees, when I tell the chick please
and I Dogg Pound, feelin the breeze
[Chorus]
[Verse Three:]
Later on that day
My homey Dr. Dre came over with a gang of Tanqueray
some fat ass G, 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 jacked 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,but that's how it goes
we don't love you hoes, I'm out the do' now
[Chorus]
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)
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