Hank Williams Gin and Juice Lyrics

With 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 with funky a__ s___ nearly every single day
Can I, kick a little something for the G's
and, make a few friends while I breeze, to
Two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin
cause my momma ain't home
I got the 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 door
But (but what) we don't love them w____s,
So we gonna smoke an ounce to that
G's up, hoes down, while my f___ers bounce to that

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 their cup, but they ain't chipped in
now these type of s___, happens all the time
You gotta get yours, Before I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G
got the cultivating music that be captivating me
Who hears, the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
And get a mackin to this b____ named Sadie
She used to be the homeboy's lady
Eighty degrees, when I tell that chick please
In a dog pound, feelin' the breeze.
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)

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 that made me choke
It ain't no joke
I had to back up off it and sit my cup of gin down
Bang around and chronic, yeah I'm f___ed up now
But it 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 im ready to pop a cop. Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes
I don't love you hoes, That's why im out the door
And I'll be...

Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
[with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
[with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]

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