Gin And Juice

A - D  (2x)


[Verse 1]

A                      D
 With so much drama in L-B-C
           A              
It's kinda hard bein Snoop 
   D
D-O-double-G
      A                D
But I, I somehow, some way
              A                    
Keep comin up funky ass shit nearly
 D
 every single day
     A                             
And, can I kick a little something,
  D
 mmm, for the G's
     A                       D
and, make a few friends as I breeze 
through
                    A         
Don't you know it's two in the 
                 D
mornin' and our party's still 
jumpin'
A                     D
 Cause my momma ain't ho-ome
      A                         
I got bitches in the living room 
 D
gettin' it on
    A                      D
and they ain't leavin' til six in 
the mornin' so
A               D
 what you wanna do
        A                          
I got a pocket full of rubbers and 
   D
my homeboys do too
   A                       D
So turn off the lights and close the
 doors
   A                    D
But, but what, we don't love them 
whores
       A                      D
And we gonna smoke a ounce to that
    A                       
G's up, hoes down, while you 
 D
motherfuckers bounce to this

And I'll be


[Chorus]

A                                
Rollin' down the street, smokin' 
D                        A
indo, sippin' on gin and juice
                  D
Laid back with my mind on my money 
and my money on my mind
A                                
Rollin' down the street, smokin' 
D                        A
indo, sippin' on gin and juice
                  D
Laid back with my mind on my money 
and my money on my mind, y'all


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[Instrumental]

(Double Time)
A - D (4x)


[Verse 2]

A             D
 I got me some Seagram's gin
     A                            
Everybody got their cup, but they 
D
ain't chipped in
               A                   
You know, this type of shit happens
 D
 all the time
    A                      D
You gotta get yours before I get 
mine
     A                     
Everything is fine when you 
                  D
listenin' to the D-O-G
             A                     
He's got the cultivating music that
    D
 be captivating me
     A                    D
But, a who, who hears the words that
 I speak
     A                      D
As I take me a drink to the middle 
of the street
          A                      
I started mackin' with this bitch 
       D
named Sadie
              A             
You know, she used to be the 
           D
homeboy's lady
                    A              
Don't you know it's eighty degrees 
       D
when I tell that bitch please
                   A               
Raise up off these N-U-Ts cause you
 D
 gets none of these, at ease
A                              D
 as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel 
the breeze


[Chorus]

A                                
Rollin' down the street, smokin' 
D                        A
indo, sippin' on gin and juice
                  D
Laid back with my mind on my money 
and my money on my mind
A                                
Rollin' down the street, smokin' 
D                        A
indo, sippin' on gin and juice
                  D
Laid back with my mind on my money 
and my money on my mind, y'all


[Solo]

(lay back)


[Verse 3]

   A             D
So Later on that day
A             D
 My homey Dr. Dre
        A                       D
He came by with a gang of Tanqueray
A              D
 And a fat ass J,
        A                          
of some bubonic chronic, you know 
  D
it made me choke
   A                       D
It ain't no joke, I had to back up 
off it,
A                 D
Set my cup of gin down, Don't you 
know
A                             
Tanqueray and chronic, well I'm 
  D
fucked up now
    A                  D
But it ain't stoppin', I'm still 
poppin'
    A                             
Dr. Dre got some bitches from the 
D
city of Compton
   A                    D
To serve me, not with a cherry on 
top
             A                     
Cause when I bust my nut, you know 
    D
I'm ragin to pop a cop
    A                           
But Don't get upset girl, that's 
 D
just how it goes
        A                        
I don't love you hoes, that's why 
     D
I'm out the door

And I'll be


[Chorus]

A                                
Rollin' down the street, smokin' 
D                        A
indo, sippin' on gin and juice
                  D
Laid back with my mind on my money 
and my money on my mind
A                                
Rollin' down the street, smokin' 
D                        A
indo, sippin' on gin and juice
                  D
Laid back with my mind on my money 
and my money on my mind, y'all