Phish Country Gin 'n Juice Lyrics

With so much drama in 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 as I breeze through
Don't you know its 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 till six in the mornin
So whatcha wanna do?
I got a pocket full o 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 an ounce to that
G's up, hoes down, like you mother f___ers bounce to that

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]

I got me some Seagram's gin
Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in
Ya know this type of s___, happens all the time
You gotta get yours before I get mine
Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G
He's got the cultivatin music that's been captivatin me
But who hears, the words I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
I started rappin with this b____ named Sadie
You know she used to be the homeboy's lady
Don't cha know it's 80 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, full breeze

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't cha know Tanqueray and chronic, well I'm f___ed up now
But there ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin
Dr. 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 to pop a cop
But 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'

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]

Beeoch. (Beeoch wo wo wo)