Gin And Guice Letra

With so much drama in L-B-C It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G But I, I somehow, some way Keep comin up funky ass shit nearly every single day Can I, kick a little something for the G's and, make a few friends as I breeze through Dontcha know it's 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 whatcha wanna do? I got a pocket full o rubbers and my homeboys do too So turn off the lights and close the doors But (but what) we don't love them whores, And we gonna smoke an ounce to that G's up, hoes down, like you motherfuckers bounce to that 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] I got me some Seagram's gin Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in Ya know this type of shit, happens all the time You gotta get yours before I get mine Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G He's got the cultivatin music that be captivatin me But who hears, the words I speak As I take me a drink to the middle of the street I started mappin with this bitch named Sadie You know she used to be the homeboy's lady Dontcha know it's 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, full breeze 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] Later on that day My homey Dr. Dre He came by with a gang of Tanqueray And a fat ass J, of some bubonic chronic you know it made me choke it ain't no joke I had to back up off of it and set my cup o gin down Dontcha know Tanqueray and chronic, well I'm fucked up now But there ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin Dr. Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton To serve me, not with a cherry on top Cause when I bust my nut, You know I'm raisin to pop a cop But don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes I don't love you hoes, That's why 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 Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind] Beeotch. Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice