Cledus T. Judd - Gin And Juice lyrics

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Cledus T. Judd - Gin And Juice lyrics

With so much drama in the L-B-C It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G But I, I somehow, some way-hay Keep comin up funky a** sh** man every single day, and Can I kick a little sompin for the G's (yeah) and, make a few friends as I breeze through, Dont you know it's Two in the mawnin and our party's still jumpin cause my momma ain't home-home I got b**hes in the living room gettin me hawney and, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin So what you wanna do-hoo I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys doos too So turn off the lights and close the doors But (but what?) we don't love them who*es And we gonna smoke a ounce to that G's up, hoes down, like you motherf**ers bounce to that (haw haw haw) And i'd be.. Chorus: 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] Verse Two: I got me some Seagram's gin Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in you know this type of sh**, happens all the time You got to get yours before I get mine Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G I got the cultivating music that be captivating me but who hears, to the words that I speak As I take me a drink to the middle of the street i started laughin with this b**h named Sadie (Sadie?) (ya know?) She used to be the homeboy's lady dontcha kno its Eighty degrees? when I tell that b**h 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 ill be Chorus 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] Verse Three: Later on that day-hay My homey Dr. Dre he came by with a gang of Tanqueray And a fat a** J-hay, of some bubonic chronic you know it made me cho-oke it ain't no joke I had to back up off of it and sit my cup of gin do-own (dontcha kno) Tanqueray and chronic, well I'm f**ed up now But it ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin Dr Dre got some b**hes 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 up off the cot Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes I don't love you hoes, thats why I'm out the do' And I'll be Chorus 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]ya'll Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!) 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 (beeotch!!) Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]