Wm Pollock's Pianobook

Gin and Juice

    
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With so much drama in L-B-C 
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It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G 
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But I, I somehow, some way 
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Keep comin up with funky ass shit nearly every single day 
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and can I kick a little something, hmmm, for the G's
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and, make a few friends as I breeze through 
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doncha know its two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin 
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cause my momma ain't home 
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I got bitches in the living room gettin it on 
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and, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin
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So what you wanna do?
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I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too 
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So turn off the lights and close the doors 
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But (but what) we don't love them whores
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And we gonna smoke an ounce to that 
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G's up, hoes down, like you motherfuckers bounce to this 

And I'll be


(Chorus: repeat 2X)
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Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice 
         D(stop)
Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind (y'all)) 


(Verse Two)

I got me some Seagram's gin 
Everybody got they cup, but they ain't chipped in 
you know this type of shit happens all the time 
You got to get yourn before I get mine 
but Everything is fine we listenin to the D-O-G 
He's got the cultivating music that be captivating me 
but who hears the words that I speak 
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street 
I started mackin with this bitch named Sadie
You know she used to be the homeboy's lady 
doncha know its eighty degrees when I tell that bitch 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 
And I'll be

Chorus x 2

(mandolin break)


Verse Three: 

Later on that day my homey Dr. Dre 
He came by with a gang of Tanqueray 
And a fat ass J, of some bubonic chronic you now he made me choke 
It ain't no joke I had to back up off of it and sit my cup of gin down 
doncha know Tanqueray and chronic, well I'm fucked up now 
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 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, I'm out the door 
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)