Gin and Juice

I'm serious nigga one of y'all Niggaz got this ass motherfuckin' up Aiy baby, aiy baby aiy baby get Some bubblegum in this motherfucker Steady long, steady long 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 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 living room gettin' it on And, they ain't leavin' til 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 we don't love them hoes, yeah So we gonna 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 types 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 She used to be the homeboys lady 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 the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze Bitch, 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 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 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, 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