Gin And Juice

    A      D5


E|---5------x--  
B|---5------x--  
G|---6------7--  
D|---7------7--  
A|---7------5--  
E|---5------x--  



Intro:  A A  D5 D5  A A  D5 D5


Verse 1:
     A                    D5
With so much drama in the LBC
             A                  D5
It's kind of hard being Snoop D O 
double G
      A              D5
But I, some how some way
                    A              
Keep coming up with funky ass shit 
     D5
like every single day
     A                       D5
May I, kick a little somethin for 
the G's
   A                     D5
And make a few ends as I breeze 
through, you know it's
A                         D5 
Two in the mornin and the party 
                 A              
still jumpin' cause my mama aint 
     D5
home
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      A                          
I got bitches in the living room 
D5
gettin it on
    A                     D5
And they aint leavin till six in the
 mornin
A                 D5
So what you wanna do,
        A                          
I got a pocket rull of rubbers and 
   D5
my homeboys do too
   A                       D5
So turn off the lights and close the
 doors
        A              D5
But for what, we don't love them 
whores
            A                      
Yeah, so we gonna smoke an ounce to
 D5
 this
    A                       
G's up, hoes down, while you 
 D5                      A       D5
motherfuckers bounce to this

Chorus:
            A                      
and I'll be Rollin down the street,
        D5                     
 smokin indo, sippin on gin and 
  A
juice
                   D5  N/C
Laid back, with my mind on my money 
and my money on my mind
A                              D5
Rollin down the street, smokin 
                       A
indo, sippin on gin and juice
                   D5   N/C
Laid back, with my mind on my money 
and my money on my mind

Verse 2:   same chords



Now that, I got me some seagram's 
gin
Everybody got their cups but they 
ain't chipped in
Now this types of shit happens all 
the time
You gotta gets yours before I gotta 
get mine
Everything is fine when you're 
listenin to the D O G
I got the cultivatin music that be 
captivatin me
Who hears the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle 
of the street
And get to macin to this bitch named
 Shady
She used to be the homeboy's lady
Ain't even freeze when I tell that 
bitch please
Raise up off this nuts cause you 
gets none of these
At ease, as I mob with the Dog 
Pound, feel the breeze


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