Letra da Música: Gin and juice - Snoop Dogg

Heah hah hah
I'm serious nigga one of y'all niggaz
Got this as* motherf***in' up
Aiy baby, aiy baby... aiy baby get some
Bubblegum in this motherf***er
Steady long, steady long nigga

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 as* sh*t like every single day
May I, kick a little something for the G's (yeah)
And, make a few ends as (yeah) I breeze, through
Two in the mornin' and the party's still jumpin'
'Cause my momma ain't home
I got b****es in the living room gettin' it on
And, they ain't leavin' til 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 h*es, yeah
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
G's up, h*es down, while you motherf***ers bounce to this

CHORUS:
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) (x2)

Now, that, I got me some Seagram's gin
Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in
Now this types of sh*t, happens 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
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**** named Sadie (Sadie?)
She used to be the homeboy's lady (Oh, that b****)
Eighty degrees, when I tell that b**** please
Raise up off these N-U-T's, cause you gets none of these
At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze
B****, I'm just

Repeat chorus

Later on that day
My homey Dr. Dre came through with a gang of Tanqueray
And a fat as* 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***ed up now
But it ain't no stoppin', I'm still poppin'
Dre got some b****es 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 h*es, I'm out the do'
And I'll be

Repeat 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)
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)