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      Gin & Juice Ii

      Gin & Juice Ii

      Snoop Dogg

      Album: Da Game Is To Be Sold , Not To Be Told

      Intro: dre
      *man pissing*
      heah hah hah! 
      i'm serious nigga one of y'all niggaz got this ass motherfuckin up
      aiy baby, aiy baby... aiy baby get some bubblegum in this motherfucker
      steady long, steady long nigga
      Verse one: snoop
      
      with so much drama in the l-b-c
      it's kinda hard bein snoop d-o-double-g
      but i, somehow, some way
      keep comin up with funky ass shit like every single day
      may i, kick a little something for the g's (yeah)
      and, make a few ends as (yeah!) i breeze, through
      two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin
      cause my momma ain't home
      i got bitches in the living room gettin it on
      and, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin)
      so what you wanna do, sheeeit
      i got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
      so turn off the lights and close the doors
      but (but what) we don't love them hoes, yeah!
      so we gonna smoke a ounce to this
      g's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
      Chorus: repeat 2x
      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]
      Verse two:
      Now, that, i got me some seagram's gin
      everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in
      now this types of shit, happens all the time
      you got to get yours but fool i gotta get mine
      everything is fine when you listenin to the d-o-g
      i got the cultivating music that be captivating he
      who listens, to the words that i speak
      as i take me a drink to the middle of the street
      and get to mackin to this bitch named sadie (sadie?)
      she used to be the homeboy's lady (oh, that bitch)
      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, feel the breeze
      beeeitch, i'm just
      Chorus
      Verse three:
      Later on that day
      my homey dr. dre came through with a gang of tanqueray
      and a fat ass j, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke
      shit, this ain't no joke
      i had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
      tanqueray and chronic, yeah i'm fucked up now
      but it ain't no stoppin, i'm still poppin
      dre got some bitches from the city of compton
      to serve me, not with a cherry on top
      cause when i bust my nut, i'm raisin up off the cot
      don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes
      i don't love you hoes, i'm out the do'
      and i'll be
      
      chorus
      Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
      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 (beeotch!!)
      laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]

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