Gin And Juice - Live

Let's go!

Cmon! Cmon! Cmon!

Is anybody here?

Can somebody say I wanna get fucked up!

I wanna get fucked up

Everybody say I wanna get fucked up

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 ends as I breeze, through

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' til six in the mornin'

So what you wanna do? Shit I got a pocket

Full of rubbers and my homeboys do too

So I guess I turn off the lights and close the doors

But we don't love them hoes, yeah

So we gonna smoke a ounce to this

G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers 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 types of shit, 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 bitch named Sadie

She used to be the homeboys lady

Eighty 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, feel the breeze

Bitch, 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