Gin And Juice (snoop Dogg Cover) Lyrics - Phish

With 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 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 home 

I got bitches in the living room gettin' it on 

And they ain't leavin' till six in the mornin' 

So whatcha wanna do? 

I got a pocket full o' rubbers and my homeboys do too 

So turn off the lights and close the doors 

But we don't love them whores 

(But what?) 

And we gonna smoke an ounce to that 

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

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) 

I got me some Seagram's gin 

Everybody got they cups but they ain't chipped in 

Ya know this type of shit, happens all the time 

You gotta get yours before I get mine 

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

He's got the cultivatin' music that's been captivatin' me 

But who hears, the words I speak 

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

I started rappin' with this bitch named Sadie 

You know she used to be the homeboy's lady 

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

Raise up off these N U T's 'cause you gets none of these 

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

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) 

Later on that day my homey Dr. Dre 

He came by with a gang of Tanqueray 

And a fat ass J, of some bubonic chronic you know it 

Made me choke it, ain't no joke 

I had to back up off of it and set my cup o gin down 

Don't cha know Tanqueray and chronic, well, I'm fucked up now 

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

Dr. Dre got some bitches 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' to pop a cop 

But don't get upset girl that's just how it goes 

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

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 laid back 

(With my mind on my money and my money on my mind) 

Beeoch 

(Beeoch wo wo wo) 

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo 

Sippin' on gin and juice