Gin and Juice

And a fat ass J, of some bubonic chronic
Bitch, I'm just
Later on that day, my homey

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin and juice, biatch
And my money on my mind
And my money on my mind
And, they ain't leavin' til six in the mornin'
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back
I got bitches in the living room gettin' it on
I don't love you hoes, I'm out the do' and I'll be
Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton
With my mind on my money

So what you wanna do? Shit I got a pocket

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine
With my mind on my money
Now this types of shit, happens all the time
Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in
And my money on my mind
Keep comin' up with funky ass shit like every single day

Full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
But I, somehow, some way
And my money on my mind
'Cause when I bust my nut, I'm raisin' up off the cot
With my mind on my money
Who listens, to the words that I speak

May I, kick a little something for the G's
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Everything is fine when you listenin' to the D O G
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back
With my mind on my money
With my mind on my money
Steady long, steady long nigga
Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this

At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze
Sippin' on gin and juice, biatch

And my money on my mind
Dr. Dre came through with a gang of Tanqueray
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back
Two in the mornin' and the party's still jumpin'
With so much drama in the L B C
That made me choke shit, this ain't no joke
And my money on my mind
With my mind on my money
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I'm fucked up now
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back

I got the cultivating music that be captivating he
Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes
She used to be the homeboys lady
With my mind on my money
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back

As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
And my money on my mind
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Now, that, I got me some Seagram's gin
G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
But we don't love them hoes, yeah
It's kinda hard bein' Snoop D O double G

Aiy baby, aiy baby aiy baby get
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back
But it ain't no stoppin', I'm still poppin'
So turn off the lights and close the doors

To serve me, not with a cherry on top
With my mind on my money
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
Raise up off these N-U-T's, 'cause you gets none of these
'Cause my momma ain't home
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
And, make a few ends as I breeze, through
Some bubblegum in this motherfucker

And get to mackin' to this bitch named Sadie