Gin And Juice Lyrics - Nofx

With so much drama in the L-B-C 

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

But I, somehow, some way 

Keep comin up with funky ass shit like every single day 

May I, kick a little something for the G's 

and, make a few moves while I breeze, to 

Two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin 

cause my momma ain't home 

I got the bitches in the living room gettin it on 

and, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin) 

So what you gonna do, 

I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too 

So turn out the lights and close the door 

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

So we gonna smoke an ounce to this 

G's up, hoes down, while my fuckers bounce to this 

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[Chorus: repeat 2x] 

Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice 

(with my mind on my money and my money on my mind) 

[Verse Two:] 

Got me some Seagram's gin 

Everybodys got their cups, but they ain't chipped in 

now these type of things, happen all the time 

You got to get yours, but fool I gotta get mine 

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

got the cultivating music that be captivating me 

When you listen, to the words that I speak 

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

And get a mackin to this bitch named Sadie 

She used to be the homeboy's lady (oh, that bitch) 

Eighty degrees, when I tell that chick please 

In a dog pound, feelin' the breeze. 

[Chorus] 

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[Verse Three:] 

Later on that day 

My homey dr. dre came over with a gang of tanqueray 

And a fat ass g, 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 

Bang around and chronic, yeah I'm fucked up now 

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

Dre got some bitches from the city of compton 

To serve me, not with a cherry on top 

Cause when I bust my nut, I ain't raisin' the blood off the cut 

Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes 

I don't love you hoes, I'm out the do' 

And I'll be 

[Chorus] 

Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice 

[with my mind on my money and my money on my mind] 

Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice 

[with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]