Gin and Juice - 90's Groove Masters

Written by：Stephen C. Washington/Calvin Cordazar Broadus/Steve Arrington/Way Harry/Steve Washington/Harry Wayne Casey/Mark Adams/Daniel Webster/Andre Romell Young/Richard Raymond Finch/L. Adams Mark/Raymond Guy Turner

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 a** sh*t 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 b**ches in the living room gettin' it on

And they ain't leavin''til six in the mornin'

So what you wanna do sh*t 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 ho's yeah

So we gonna smoke a ounce to this

G's up hoes down while you motherf**kers bounce to this

Rollin' down the street smokin' endo

Sippin' on ging and juice laid back

With my mind on my money

And my money on my mind

Rollin' down the street smokin' endo

Sippin' on ging 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 sh*t happens all the time

You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine

Everything is fine when you listenin' to the DOG

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 b**ch named sadie

She used to be the homeboys lady

Oh that b**ch

Eighty degrees when I tell that b**ch 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

B**ch I'm just

Rollin' down the street smokin' endo

Sippin' on ging and juice laid back

With my mind on my money

And my money on my mind

Rollin' down the street smokin' endo

Sippin' on ging 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 a** J of some bubonic chronic

That made me choke sh*t this ain't no joke

I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down

Tanqueray and chronic yeah I'm f**ked up now

But it ain't no stoppin' I'm still poppin'

Dre got some b**ches 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 ho's I'm out the do' and I'll be

Rollin' down the street smokin' endo

Sippin' on gin and juice laid back

With my mind on my money

And my money on my mind

Rollin' down the street smokin' endo

Sippin' on gin and juice laid back

With my mind on my money

And my money on my mind

Rollin' down the street smokin' endo

Sippin' on gin and juice b**ch

With my mind on my money

And my money on my mind

Rollin' down the street smokin' endo

Sippin' on gin and juice b**ch

With my mind on my money

And my money on my mind