Gin and Juice
Cledus T. Judd Lyrics
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It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G
But I, somehow, some way
Keep comin 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
Two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin
cause my momma ain't home
and, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin)
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, yeah!
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
Chorus: repeat 2X
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)
Verse Two:
Now, that, I got me some Seagram's gin
Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in
Now this types of shit, happens all the time
You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you listenin 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)
Eighty 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
beeeitch, I'm just
Chorus
Verse Three:
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 stoppin, I'm still poppin
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 raisin 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 do'
And I'll be
Chorus
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
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 (beeotch!!)
Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
The lyrics to Cledus T. Judd's song Gin and Juice tell a story of the rapper's (supposedly Snoop Dogg's) wild partying lifestyle and sexual escapades. The first verse starts with the iconic line "With so much drama in the L-B-C," referencing the city of Long Beach, California, where both Cledus and Snoop are from. The verse then goes on to describe how he keeps coming up with new "funky ass shit" every day, and how he's able to make money while enjoying his lifestyle.
The chorus repeats the famous lines "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)." This portrays the rapper's carefree attitude and willingness to enjoy life despite any obstacles he may face.
The second verse tells the story of how Cledus gets his hands on some Seagram's gin and how he has to remind his friends to "chip in" for their drinks. He also talks about his music's ability to captivate audiences and how he enjoys flirting with a woman named Sadie. The third verse describes Cledus and Dr. Dre's partying antics, including smoking "bubonic chronic" and drinking Tanqueray.
Overall, the lyrics to Gin and Juice paint a vivid picture of a wild partying lifestyle filled with drugs, alcohol, and sexual exploits. The rapper portrays himself as a carefree individual who lives for the moment and doesn't let anything get in the way of his fun.
Line by Line Meaning
With so much drama in the L-B-C
Living in Long Beach is full of drama
It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G
Being Snoop Dogg is tough
But I, somehow, some way
But I am able to persevere
Keep comin up with funky ass shit like every single day
I keep creating new and unique music every day
May I, kick a little something for the G's (yeah)
May I rap a little something for my gangsta friends
and, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze, through
And make some money while I casually leave
Two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin
The party is still going strong at two in the morning
cause my momma ain't home
Because my mother is not home
I got bitches in the living room gettin it on
There are women in the living room having sex
and, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin)
And they won't leave until six in the morning
So what you wanna do, sheeeit
So, what do you want to do?
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
I have condoms, and so do my friends
So turn off the lights and close the doors
Let's turn off the lights and close the doors
But (but what) we don't love them hoes, yeah!
But don't get the wrong idea, we don't love these women
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
So, we'll smoke some marijuana to this
G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
My gangsta friends are here, and women are secondary. So, let's enjoy the music.
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Driving around, smoking marijuana, and drinking gin and juice
Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
Relaxing, while staying focused on making money
Now, that, I got me some Seagram's gin
Now that I have Seagram's gin
Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in
Everyone has a cup, but they haven't contributed to the alcohol supply
Now this types of shit, happens all the time
This kind of thing happens all the time
You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine
You have to take care of yourself, but so do I
Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G
Life is good when you listen to Snoop Dogg's music
I got the cultivating music that be captivating he
My music is unique and enthralling
who listens, to the words that I speak
For someone who pays attention to my lyrics
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
As I take a drink in the middle of the street
and get to mackin to this bitch named Sadie (Sadie?)
And start flirting with a woman named Sadie (Sadie?)
She used to be the homeboy's lady (Oh, that bitch)
She used to be my friend's girlfriend (Oh, her)
Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please
It's 80 degrees outside, as I tell that woman to leave
Raise up off these N-U-T's, cause you gets none of these
Step away from my genitals, you can't have them
At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze
Calm down, as I hang out with my gangsta friends and enjoy the weather
beeeitch, I'm just
Bitch, I'm just relaxing
Later on that day
Later that same day
My homey Dr. Dre came through with a gang of Tanqueray
My friend Dr. Dre arrived with a lot of Tanqueray gin
And a fat ass J, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke
And a large joint of potent marijuana that made me cough
Shit, this ain't no joke
This is no laughing matter
I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
I had to step away from the joint and put down my drink
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I'm fucked up now
After drinking and smoking, I'm now highly intoxicated
But it ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin
But I won't stop partying, I'm still having a good time
Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton
Dre brought some women from the city of Compton
To serve me, not with a cherry on top
To serve me, without any special treatment
Cause when I bust my nut, I'm raisin up off the cot
Because I'm going to leave afterward
Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes
Don't get upset, that's just how things are
I don't love you hoes, I'm out the do'
I don't have any feelings for you women, I'm leaving now
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
Driving around, smoking marijuana, drinking gin and juice, and having fun (bitch!)
Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
Relaxing, while staying focused on making money
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
Driving around, smoking marijuana, drinking gin and juice, and having fun (bitch!)
Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
Relaxing, while staying focused on making money
Contributed by Aria I. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@krondax
last call song at our bar with a dance floor....
@redneckish1
This is Rodney Carrington. He sang it originally on the Bob and Tom comedy radio show.
@ladybirdluvme
they rock i love this song
@crakerjack0909
the gourds are awsome i love what they did with this song
@johniscoollol
love this version better than the rap version by a landslide
@ladybirdluvme
i love this song they r so cool
@stinkingdog101
Thanks for the info....I was under the impression this was the case and wondered how keeny Chesney got involved in this. Makes way more sense now.
@jpliler
This is a band called The Gourds out of Austin Texas.
@thunderbandshows
this is actually a band called hayseed dixie. they are a comedy type band like cledus and they have many other songs like this one. look them up.
@filthynumber1
GOURDS!!!!