Gin and Juice - Original Cartel
With so much drama in the L-B-C
It's kinda hard being Snoop D-O-double-G
But I somehow some way
Keep coming up with funky a** sh*t like every single day
May I kick a little something for the G's yeah
And make a few ends as yeah I breeze through
Two in the morning and the party's still jumping
Cause my momma ain't home
I got b**ches in the living room getting it on
And they ain't leaving till six in the morning six in the morning
So what you wanna do
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But for what we don't ever know
So we gonna blow an ounce to this
G's up freeze up for a second now bounce to this
Rolling down the street smoking menu sipping on gin and juice
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Rolling down the street smoking menu sipping 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 thing happens all the time
You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you listening to the D-O-G
I got the cultivating music that be captivating me
Who listens to the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
And get to macking to this b**ch named Sadie Sadie
She used to be the homeboy's lady
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
And you know I'm just
Rolling down the street smoking menu sipping on gin and juice
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Rolling down the street smoking menu sipping 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 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 A T I'm cold down now
But it ain't no stopping cause I'm still popping
Dre got some b**ches from the city of Compton
To serve me not with a cherry on top
Cause when I get through I got hit the dots
Don't get upset girl that's just how it goes
I don't never know hoes I'm out the do'
And I'll be
Rolling down the street smoking menu sipping on gin and juice
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Rolling down the street smoking menu sipping on gin and juice
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Rolling down the street smoking menu sipping on gin and juice
Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Rolling down the street smoking menu sipping on gin and juice
B**ch with my mind on my money and my money on my mind