Gin And Juice lyrics

Artist  : Phish 
Song : Gin And Juice



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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 funky ass shit nearly
every single day 
Can I, kick a little
something for the G's and, make a few friends as
I breeze through 
Don’t you know its
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 till six in the mornin 
So whatcha
wanna do? 
I got a pocket full o rubbers and
my homeboys do too 
So 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 mother
fuckers bounce to that 

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] 

I got me some Seagram's gin

Everybody got they cups, but they ain't
chipped in 
Ya 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 the cultivatin music
that’s been captivatin me 
But who
hears, the words I speak 
As I take me a drink
to the middle of the street 
I started rappin
with this bitch named Sadie 
You know she used
to be the homeboy's lady 
Don’t cha know
it's 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, full 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] 

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
know it made me choke it ain't no joke 
I had
to back up off of it and set my cup o gin down

Don’t cha know Tanqueray and chronic,
well I'm fucked up now 
But there 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, That's why I'm
out the do' 

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 
Laid back [with my
mind on my money and my money on my mind]


Beeoch.  (Beeoch wo wo wo)

Rollin
down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and
juice