Gin and Juice

I'm serious, ****, one of y'all **** got some bad motherfuckin' breath

Aye baby, aye baby

Aye baby, get some bubblegum in this motherfucker or somethin'

Study long, study wrong, ****

With so much drama in the LBC

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 somethin' for the G's and (Yeah)

Make a few ends as I breeze through? (Yeah)

Two in the mornin' and the party still jumpin' 'cause my mama ain't home

I got bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on

And they ain't leavin' till six in the mornin' (Six in the mornin')

So whatcha 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, we don't love them hoes (But what? Yeah)

So we gon' smoke a 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 gotta get yours, but fool, I gotta get mine

Everythin' 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 put 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)