Snoop Dogg - Gin and Juice lyrics
Snoop Dogg [Calvin Cordozar Broadus Jr.] Long Beach, California, U.S 🇺🇸
[Snoop Dogg - Gin and Juice lyrics]
(Ugh) Ha ha ha, I'm serious, nigga
One of y'all niggas got
Some bad motherfuckin' breath
(Oh, man) Aye, baby, aye, baby (shit) aye
Baby get some bubblegum in this
Motherfucker or somethin'
Aye, nigga, get somethin' to eat, dog
Aye, nigga, study long, study wrong, nigga
With so much drama in the L-B-C
It's kind of 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 ends as I breeze through?
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' till
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 type of shit happens all the time
You got to get yours but, fool
I gotta get mine everything is fine when you
Listening 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 T's
‘cause you gets none of these
At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound
Feel the breeze beyotch, 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
Raising 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, beyotch
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin and juice, beyotch
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
One of y'all niggas got
Some bad motherfuckin' breath
(Oh, man) Aye, baby, aye, baby (shit) aye
Baby get some bubblegum in this
Motherfucker or somethin'
Aye, nigga, get somethin' to eat, dog
Aye, nigga, study long, study wrong, nigga
With so much drama in the L-B-C
It's kind of 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 ends as I breeze through?
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' till
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 type of shit happens all the time
You got to get yours but, fool
I gotta get mine everything is fine when you
Listening 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 T's
‘cause you gets none of these
At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound
Feel the breeze beyotch, 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
Raising 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, beyotch
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin and juice, beyotch
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind