Karaoké Gin and Juice The Gourds

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 with funky ass shit nearly every single day

And can I kick a lil' somethin' for the G's and make a few friends as I breeze through

Don't you know it's two in the mornin' and the party's still jumpin' 'cos my momma ain't home

I got bitches in the livin' room gettin' me horny

They ain't leavin' 'till six in the mornin'

So what you wanna do ooh

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

Turn off the lights and close the doors but

But what?

We don't love them whores

And we gonna smoke an ounce to that

G's up, hoes down like you motherfuckers bounce to this

Haw haw haw

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 y'all

I got me some Seagram's gin and everybody got their cup but they ain't chipped in

You know

This type of shit 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 that cultivatin' music that be captivatin' me but

Uh who hears the words I speak

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

I started mappin' with this bitch named Sadie

You know she used to be the homeboy's lady

Don't you know it's eighty degrees when I tell that bitch please

Raise up off these N-U-Ts 'cos you gets none of these at ease

As I mob with the Dogg Pound

Feel 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

So later on that day

My homie Dr. Dre

He came by with a gang of Tanqueray

And a fat-ass J

Of some bubonic chronic

You know it made me choke

It ain't no joke

I had to back up off of it

Set my cup of gin down

Don't you know

Tanqueray and chronic

Well I'm fucked up now

But 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

'Cos when I bust my nut you know I'm raisin' up off the cot

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 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

Uh smokin' that indo

Sippin' on gin and juice

Biatch

Biatch oh wow wow wow

Rollin' down the street

Smokin' indo

Sippin' on gin and uh uh juice

Bitch