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Gin & Juice (Laid Back Mix)
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Dr. Dre
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With so much drama in the LBC It's kind of hard bein' Snoop D-O-double-G But I, somehow, some way Keep comin' up with funky-ass sh*t, like, every single day May I kick a little something for the G's (Yeah) And make a few ends as I breeze through? (Yeah) Two in the mornin' and the party's still jumpin' ‘Cause my mama ain't home I got b*t*hes in the livin' room gettin' it on And they ain't leavin' 'til six in the mornin' (Six in the mornin' - six in the mornin') So what you wanna do? sh*t, 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 hoes (Yeah) So we gon' smoke an ounce to this G's up, hoes down, while you motherf**kers bounce to this 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 Now that I got me some Seagram's gin Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in Now this type of sh*t happens all the time You gotta get yours but, fool, I gotta get mine Everything is fine when you listening to the D-O-G I got the cultivating music that be captivating he Who listens to the words that I speak As I take me a drink to the middle of the street And get to mackin' to this b*t*h named Sadie (Sadie?) She used to be the homeboy's lady (Oh, that b*t*h?) 80 degrees, when I tell that b*t*h please Raise up off these N-U-T's, 'cause you gets none of these At ease, as I mob with Tha Dogg Pound, feel the breeze Biatch, I'm just... 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 Came through with a gang of Tanqueray And a fat ass J of some bubonic chronic that made me choke sh*t, this ain't no joke I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down Tanqueray and chronic, yeah, I'm f**ked up now But it ain't no stoppin', I'm still poppin' Dre got some b*t*hes from the city of Compton To serve me; not with a cherry on top 'Cause when I bust my nut I'm raisin' up off the cot Don't get upset, girl, that's just how it goes I don't love you, hoes, I'm out the door 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 (Biatch) With my mind on my money And my money on my mind Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo Sippin' on gin and juice (Biatch) With my mind on my money And my money on my mind
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