Gin and Juice
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by Snoop Doggy Dogg
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As played by the Gourds
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With so much drama in L-B-C
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It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G
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But I, somehow, some way
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Keep comin up with funky ass shit like every single day
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May I, kick a little something for the G's
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and, make a few friends as I breeze, through
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Two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin
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cause my momma ain't ho-ome
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I got bitches in the living room gettin it on
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and, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin
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So what you wanna do sh*t
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I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
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So turn off the lights and close the doors
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But (but what) we don't love them hoes
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So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
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G's up, hoes down, while you motherf**kers bounce to this
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Chorus: repeat 2X
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Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
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Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
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Verse Two:
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Now that I got me some Seagram's gin
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Every body got their cups, but they ain't chipped in
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now this type of shit, happens all the time
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You gotta get yours before I get mine
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Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G
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I got the cultivating music that be captivating me
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who listens to the words that I say
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As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
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and get mackin to this bitch named Sadie
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She used to be the homeboy's lady
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Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please
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Raise up off these N-U-T's, cause you gets none of these at ease
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as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze bytch
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Chorus
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Verse Three:
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(slows down)
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Later on that day
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My homey Dr. Dre
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Came through with a gang of Tanqueray
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And a fat ass J,
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(speeds up)
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of some bubonic chronic that made me choke sh*t
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It ain't no joke, I had to back up off of it,
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Sit my cup down
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(stops) Yeah, Tanqueray and chronic, well I'm f**ked up now (speeds back up)
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But it ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin
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Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton
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To serve me, not with a cherry on top
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Cause when I bust my nut, I'm raisin up off the cot
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Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes
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I don't love you hoes, I'm out the do'
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And I'll be
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Chorus
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Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice {beeotch!!}
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Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
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Gin and Juice
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Gourds |