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The Gourds
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Gin And Juice
With so much drama in 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 nearly every single day Can I, kick a little something for the G's and, make a few friends is a breeze, through 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 So we gonna smoke a ounce to this G's up, hoes down, while you motherf**kers bounce to this
Chorus: repeat 2X
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:
Now that I got me some Seagram's gin Every body got their cups, but they ain't chipped in Ya 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 he who hears the words that I speak As I take me a drink to the middle of the street and get mackin to this bitch named Sadie 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 She used to be the homeboy's lady Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please Raise up off these N-U-T's, cause you gets none of these as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze
Chorus
Verse Three:
(slows down) Later on that day My homey Dr. Dre He came by with a gang of Tanqueray And a fat ass J, (speeds up) of some bubonic chronic you know it made me choke It ain't no joke, I had to back up off of it, Set my cup of gin down
(stops) Yeah, Tanqueray and chronic, well I'm f**ked up now (speeds back up) But it 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, ya 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, that's why I'm out the do' And I'll be
Chorus 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
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