Gin and Juice (From "Down to Earth") - Soundtrack Wonder Band

With so much drama in the L-B-C

It’s kind of hard bein' Snoop D-O-double-G

But I, somehow, some way

Keep comin' up with funky-ass rhymes, like, every single day

May I kick a little something for the G’s

And make a few ends as I breach through?

Two in the mornin' and the fourty’s still jumpin'

‘Cause my momma ain’t home

I got freaks in the livin' room gettin' it on

And they ain’t leavin' till six in the morn'

So what you wanna do?

Hm, I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too

So turn off the lights and close the doors

But for what?

We don’t ever know, yeah

So we gon' blow a ounce to this

G’s up, freeze up for a second, now 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 type of things happen all the time

You got to get yours but, fool, I gotta get mine

See, everything is fine when you listening to the D-O-G

I got the cultivating music that be captivating he

Who listen to the words that I speak

As I take me a drink to the middle of the street

And get to mackin' to this chick named Sadie (Sadie?)

She used to be the homeboy’s lady (Oh, that bitch)

80 degrees, when I tell that trick 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 and you know 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

Later on that day, my homie Dr. Dre

Came through with a gang of Tanqueray

And a fat ass J of some bubonic that made me choke

This ain’t no joke, I had to back up off of it and put my cup down

Tanqueray and, yeah, I’m cooled down now

But it ain’t no stoppin', 'cause I’m still poppin'

And Jay got some tricks from the city of Compton

To serve me;

not with a cherry on top

‘Cause when I gets through, I gots to hit the dope spot

Don’t get upset, girl, that’s just how it goes

I don’t ever know, I’m out the door, 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

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo

Sippin' on gin and juice, beyotch

With my mind on my money

And my money on my mind

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo

Sippin' on gin and juice, beyotch

With my mind on my money

And my money on my mind