Gin & Juice (AOL Sessions)

Yeah, Death Row Dogg Pound, Snoop Dogg Right back in they ass with the remix Like that! We gotta hit 'em hard And we gonna hit them like this Pure gangsta shit Modefied, Purefied, nigga Check it out With so much drama in the L-B-C It's kinda hard being Snoop D-O-double-G But I - somehow, some way Keep coming 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 2 in the morning and the party's still jumping Cause my momma ain't home I got bitches in the living room getting it on And they ain't leaving til 6 in the morning 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, yea So we gonna smoke a ounce to this G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckas bounce to this Just rollin'! (I'm on a mission on the grind) Just rollin'! (Homies get cought up, doin' time) Just rollin'! (What?) (laid back) Just rollin'! (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind) Just rollin'! (I'm on a mission on the grind) Just rollin'! (Can't get cought up and do time) Just rollin'! (Laid back) Just rollin'! (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 shit happens all the time You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine Everything is fine when you listening 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) 80 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 Beyotch I'm just 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 stopping, I'm still popping 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 raising 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 door And I'll be Yo, again! Back up in this muthafucka is Ol' G Henny Loc (what up?) Tellin' you what's really goin' on, (check) With the big (check) baby of 'em all, Snoop Doggy Dogg (show ya right) Back up in ya muthafuckas Flipp floppin' hoes like ?Fab Jacks? What many fuckas remain to be, clockin' them dollas So recognize game as the D-O-double-G, dips with the Gin & Juice Ya trick ass, bitches!! (ha ha) Yeah, just bounce to this Snoop ounce to this All my homies just bounce to this Eastside just bounce to this Westside, bounce to this Nothside, bounce to this Southside, bounce to this Japan, bounce to this U.K., bounce to this Niggas from Aklohoma, bounce to this Niggas from Texas, bounce to this Niggas in Atlanta, bounce to this Niggas in New York, bounce to this Niggas in New York they bounce to this Niggas in New York they bounce to this, check!