Gin and Juice

So much drama in L-B-C

It's kinda hard bein' Snoop D-O-double-G

But I, I somehow, some way

Keep comin' up with funky-ass shit nearly every single day

Can I kick a little something for the G's?

And, make a few friends as I breeze through

Don't you know it's two in the mornin' and the party's still jumpin'

'Cause my momma ain't ho-ome

I got bitches in the living room gettin' it on

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 do too

So turn off the lights and close the doors

But (but what), we don't love them whores

And we gonna smoke a ounce to this

G's up, hoes down, like you motherfuckers bounce to this

Ho-ho-ho, and I 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, yo

I got me some Seagram's gin

And everybody got their cups, but they ain't chipped in

You know this type of shit, happens all the time

Gotta get yours before I get mine

Everything is fine when you listenin' to the D-O-G

He gots the cultivating music that be captivating me

But who hears the words that I speak?

As I take me a drink to the middle of the street

I started maping with this bitch named Sadie

Yeah, she used to be the homeboy's lady

Don't you know it's 80 degrees, when I tell that bitch please

Raise up off these N-U-T's, did you gets none of these?

As I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze

And I 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

Later on that day, my homie Dr. Dre

He came by with a gang of Tanqueray