During their career, the band released five albums: "If I Knew Now What I Knew Then" (1999), "If Its Cool With You, Its Cool With Me" (2000), "Sorry About Tomorrow" (2002), "Reality's Coming Through" (2004) and "The Underground is a Dying Breed" (2007).
The band initially formed as Antidote in Auburn, Alabama and released one album under that name, "Mr. Glenboski" in 1998 before moving to New Haven, Connecticut and adapting the name Hot Rod Circuit.
Gin and Juice
Hot Rod Circuit Lyrics
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One of y'all niggas got some bad motherfuckin' breath
(Oh, man) Aye, baby, aye, baby, (shit) aye, baby
Get some bubblegum in this motherfucker or somethin'
Aye, nigga, get somethin' to eat, dog
Aye, nigga, steady long, steady wrong, nigga
With so much drama in the L-B-C
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
And make a few ends as I breeze through?
Two in the mornin' and the party's still jumpin'
'Cause my momma ain't home
I got bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on
And they ain't leavin' till six in the mornin'
So what you wanna do?
Shit, 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 gon' smoke a ounce to this
G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
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
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
Now that I got me some Seagram's gin
Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in
Now this type of shit happens all the time
You got to get yours but, fool, I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you listening 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)
80 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 beyotch, I'm just
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
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
Later on that day, my homie 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 raising 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 door, and I'll be
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
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
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin and juice, beyotch
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin and juice, beyotch
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
The Hot Rod Circuit's song Gin And Juice is a cover song of the famous Snoop Dogg hit, which was released in 1993. The song is essentially about partying, smoking marijuana, drinking gin and juice, and having sex with multiple women. The beginning of the song features a conversation between two men, who are complaining about each other's bad breath and suggesting that they do something about it. The lyrics then shift to Snoop Dogg rapping about the daily struggles of his life in Long Beach, California, and his ability to come up with cool music all the time.
The song tells quite a story, beginning with partying at 2 am in the morning with several women around, to rolling joints and smoking weed, and drinking Seagram's gin. The singer boasts about his ability to cultivate great music that captivates his audience, and that he has the power to make any woman he wants fall for him. Despite having multiple women surrounding him, he asserts that he does not love them and that he is just using them. The song ends with the singer leaving the party to go and have sex with some other women. The song is quite provocative, and it exposes the indulgences and recklessness that come with partying and enjoying life to the fullest.
Line by Line Meaning
(Ugh) Ha-ha-ha, I'm serious, nigga
I am making a serious statement, even though I just laughed
One of y'all niggas got some bad motherfuckin' breath
Someone in this room has terrible breath
(Oh, man) Aye, baby, aye, baby, (shit) aye, baby
Oh no, I need something to freshen up the air in here
Get some bubblegum in this motherfucker or somethin'
We need to find some gum to remedy the bad breath situation
Aye, nigga, get somethin' to eat, dog
Hey, friend, it's time to get some food
Aye, nigga, steady long, steady wrong, nigga
Don't take too long or you'll make a mistake
With so much drama in the L-B-C
There is a lot of chaos in the Long Beach area
It's kind of hard bein' Snoop D-O-double-G
Being Snoop Dogg is challenging
But I, somehow, some way
Despite the challenges, I still find a way
Keep comin' up with funky-ass shit, like, every single day
I always have unique, funky ideas
May I kick a little something for the G's
Can I perform something for the gangsters?
And make a few ends as I breeze through?
Can I make some money while I'm at it?
Two in the mornin' and the party's still jumpin'
It's 2 a.m. and the party is still lively
'Cause my momma ain't home
Because my mother is not at home
I got bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on
I have women in the living room having sex
And they ain't leavin' till six in the mornin'
They won't leave until 6 a.m.
So what you wanna do?
What do you want to do about it?
Shit, I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
I have condoms in my pocket, as do my friends
So turn off the lights and close the doors
Let's have sex in the dark
But (but what?) we don't love them hoes, yeah
But we don't have feelings for these women
So we gon' smoke a ounce to this
Let's smoke some marijuana to enhance the experience
G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
We are true gangsters, and we don't care about the women listening to this song
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Driving around while smoking marijuana
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back
Drinking gin and juice in a relaxed manner
With my mind on my money
Thinking about my finances
And my money on my mind
My finances are my primary concern
Now that I got me some Seagram's gin
Now that I have some Seagram's gin
Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in
Everyone has a cup, but they didn't contribute to the purchase of the gin
Now this type of shit happens all the time
This is a common occurrence
You got to get yours but, fool, I gotta get mine
You have to look out for yourself, but I have to do the same
Everything is fine when you listening to the D-O-G
Listening to Snoop Dogg's music makes everything alright
I got the cultivating music that be captivating he
My music is unique and captivating
Who listens to the words that I speak
People who appreciate my music pay 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 try to flirt with this woman named Sadie
She used to be the homeboy's lady (Oh, that bitch)
She used to date one of my friends. I don't like her.
80 degrees, when I tell that bitch please
The temperature is 80 degrees, and I'm asking her something
Raise up off these N-U-T's, 'cause you gets none of these
Back off me, because you're not getting any of my attention
At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound
I am at ease as I hang out with my friends from the Dogg Pound gang
Feel the breeze beyotch, I'm just
Enjoy that nice breeze. I'm just chillin'
Later on that day, my homie Dr. Dre
Later in the day, my friend Dr. Dre
Came through with a gang of Tanqueray
Brought a lot of Tanqueray gin
And a fat ass J of some bubonic chronic
And a large joint of high-quality marijuana
That made me choke; shit, this ain't no joke
The smoke made me cough; this is serious
I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
I had to stop smoking and put my drink down
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah, I'm fucked up now
Drinking and smoking marijuana have made me intoxicated
But it ain't no stoppin', I'm still poppin'
But I won't let that stop me from continuing to drink and smoke
Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton
Dr. Dre brought some women from Compton
To serve me; not with a cherry on top
To have sex with me, but not romantically
'Cause when I bust my nut I'm raising up off the cot
Because after I climax, I'm getting off the bed
Don't get upset, girl, that's just how it goes
Don't be upset, that's just how hookups happen
I don't love you, hoes, I'm out the door, and I'll be
I don't have feelings for you, and I'm leaving now
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Driving while smoking marijuana
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back
Drinking gin and juice in a relaxed manner
With my mind on my money
Thinking about my finances
And my money on my mind
My finances are my primary concern
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Driving while smoking marijuana
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back
Drinking gin and juice in a relaxed manner
With my mind on my money
Thinking about my finances
And my money on my mind
My finances are my primary concern
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Driving while smoking marijuana
Sippin' on gin and juice, beyotch
Drinking gin and juice, bitch
With my mind on my money
Thinking about my finances
And my money on my mind
My finances are my primary concern
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Driving while smoking marijuana
Sippin' on gin and juice, beyotch
Drinking gin and juice, bitch
With my mind on my money
Thinking about my finances
And my money on my mind
My finances are my primary concern
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, ENTERTAINMENT ONE U.S. LP, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Andre Romell Young, Calvin Broadus, Harry Wayne Casey, Raymond Guy Turner, Richard Raymond Finch, Steven R Arrington
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@callmetheblackgoat
With so much drama in the A-L-B
It's kinda hard bein somewhat in the H-R-C
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
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)
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)
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 H-R-C
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
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)
Later on that day
My homey Spicy Casey 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
Casey 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
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)
Rollin down the street, smokin endo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
(with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
Rollin down the street, smokin endo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
(with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)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
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)
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)
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
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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)
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
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)
Rollin down the street, smokin endo, 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 endo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
@dannygutz6999
Not bad, i can see why the rest of the album didnt get as big as still fly though
@NeondeathShow85
Umbrella is the biggest song from the album ATL got most plays 300k plus
@theguynamedgio
@Neon death Show 85 yeah, but vanilla sky's cover is still better ngl
@callmetheblackgoat
With so much drama in the A-L-B
It's kinda hard bein somewhat in the H-R-C
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
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)
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)
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 H-R-C
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
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)
Later on that day
My homey Spicy Casey 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
Casey 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
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)
Rollin down the street, smokin endo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
(with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
Rollin down the street, smokin endo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
(with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)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
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)
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)
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
You might also like
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Lorene Drive
Nuthin’ But a ‘G’ Thang
The Escape Frame
The Pharmacist
Hot Rod Circuit
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)
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
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)
Rollin down the street, smokin endo, 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 endo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
@John.Skelton
This just sounds like KARAOKE at a bar or something.....🤦🏻♂️😅
@Leodaster
So good
@isabellarodriguez8882
Snoop is the man
@tiffblue
my mind on my money and my money on my mind
@dada-ji1gf
fuck yea
@santhitresseis
Que clase de RHCP es esto?