gin and juice
Dr Dre & Snoop Doggy Dog Lyrics

With so much drama in the L-B-C 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 I got bitches in the living room gettin it on 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
Despite the constant problems that arise in Long Beach, California, I, Snoop Dogg, continue to create innovative and entertaining music every day. Let me share a little something for the gangsters and make some money in the process. The party is still happening even though my mother isn't home. There are girls in the living room engaging in sexual activities and they won't leave until six in the morning. What do you want to do? I have condoms to use and so do my friends. Let's turn off the lights and close the doors, but we don't have any affection for those women. Let's smoke some weed and have a good time.

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, bitch you gets none of these At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze beeeitch, I'm just
Now that I have some Seagram's gin, everyone has a cup, but not everyone has chipped in. It is a common occurrence that you have to look out for yourself, but I have to do the same. Everything is good when listening to my music, which is captivating. As I take a drink in the middle of the street, I begin conversing with a female named Sadie, who used to date my friend. It's 80 degrees outside, and when I tell her to leave my private parts alone, she becomes upset. As I ride with the Dogg Pound, I relax and enjoy the breeze.

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
Later in the day, Dr. Dre arrives with a lot of Tanqueray gin and marijuana that is so potent that it causes me to cough. This isn't a time to joke around. I had to step back and put my cup down because I was getting too intoxicated from the Tanqueray and marijuana. However, nothing can stop me, and I continue to drink and smoke. Dre brought some women from Compton to serve us, and I enjoy myself without any emotional attachment. I am leaving now, and that's just how it works. I don't love these women, and I'm out of here.

Rollin down the street, smokin endo, sippin on gin and juice Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
I'm riding down the street, smoking marijuana and drinking gin and juice while relaxing and focusing on making and keeping my money.