Gin and Juice歌词-Various Artists&C.Broadus&A.Young&D.Webster&H.W.Casey&M.Adams&R.

Gin and Juice歌词由Various Artists&C.Broadus&A.Young&D.Webster&H.W.Casey&M.Adams&R.Finch&2Glory&R.Turner&S.Arrington&S.Washington演唱，出自专辑《Original Gangsta Rap》，下面是《Gin and Juice》完整版歌词！

Gin and Juice歌词完整版

Ha-ha-ha, I'm serious, nigga

One of y'all niggas got some bad mother****in' breath

(Oh, man) Aye, baby, aye, baby, (shit) aye, baby

Get some bubblegum in this mother****er or somethin'

Aye, I'm gonna get somethin' to eat, dog

Aye, nigga, study long, study wrong, nigga

With so much drama in the L-B-C

It's kind of hard bein' Snoop D-O-double-G

But I, somehow, some way

Keep comin' up with funky ass **** like every single day

May I, kick a little something for the Gs (yeah)

And, make a few ends as I breeze, through

Two in the mornin' and the partys still jumpin'

'Cause my momma ain't home

I got *****es in the livin' room gettin' it on

And, they ain't leavin' til' six in the mornin' (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 (but what?) we don't love them hoes, yeah

So we gonna smoke a ounce to this

Gs up, hoes down, while you mother****ers 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

Everythin' is fine when you 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 mackin' to this ***** named Sadie (Sadie?)

She used to be the homeboys lady (oh, that *****)

80 degrees, when I tell that ***** please

Raise up off these n-u-ts, 'cause you gets none of these

At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze

Biatch, 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 homie 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 ****ed up now

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

Dre got some *****es 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 door

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