Lyrics of Gin and juice

With so much drama in the lbc

it's kind of hard being snoop d o double g

but i, some how some way

keep coming up with funky ass shit like every single day

may i, kick a little somethin for the g's

and make a few ends as i breeze through

two in the mornin and the party still popin cause my mama aint home

i got bitches in the living room gettin it on

and they aint leavin till six in the mornin

so what you wanna do, shit

i got a pocket rull of rubbers and my homeboys do too

so turn off the lights and close the doors

but for what, we don't love them hoes

yeah, so we gon smoke an ounce to this

g's up, hoes down, while you muthafuckas 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 serious gin

everybody got their cups but they ain't chipped in

now this types of shit happens all the time

you gotta gets yours before i gotta get mine

everything 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 macin to this bitch named shady

she used to be the homeboy's lady

ain't even freeze when i tell that bitch please

raise up off this nuts cause you gets none of these

at ease, as i mob with the dog pound, feel the breeze

biatch



i'm just rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice

laid back, with my mind