Tim McGraw, Kenny Chesney, Garth Brooks Gin and Juice Lyrics

W'so much drama in the L-B-C
It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G
But I, I, somehow, some way
Keep comin up funky a__ s___ nearly every single day
can I kick a little something for the G's
and, make a few friends is a breeze, through
Don'cha know it's, 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
So what you wanna do,
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 w____s!
And we gonna smoke a ounce to this
G's up, hoes down, while you m_________ers 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
Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in
Now this types of s___, happens all the time
You got to get yourn but fool I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G
He got the cultivating music that be captivating me
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
She used to be the homeboy's lady
Don'cha know it's 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

Chorus

Verse Three:

Later on that day
My homey Dr. Dre, he came by with a gang of Tanqueray
And a fat a__ J, of some bubonic chronic you know it made me choke
It ain't no joke
I had to back up off of it and set my cup o' gin down
Don'cha know 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, you 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, I'm out the do'
And I'll be

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]
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]