Letra da Música Gin and Juice de The Gourds

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

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
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
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

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

(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

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