Gin and Juice
Snoop Dogg Lyrics


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(Uh) ha-ha-ha, I'm serious, nigga
One of y'all niggas got some bad motherfuckin' breath
(Uh, ayy, shit) ayy baby, ayy baby
Ayy baby, get some bubblegum in this muhfucker or somethin'
Ayy, nigga, get somethin' to eat, dog
Study long, study wrong, nigga

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 I breeze through (yeah)
Two in the mornin' and the party's still jumpin' 'cause my mama ain't home
I got bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on
And they ain't leavin' 'til six in the mornin' (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
Gs 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 types of shit happens all the time
You gotta get yours, but fool, I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you listenin' to the D-O-G
I got the cultivatin' 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
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 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 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
Biotch (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)




Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice
Biotch (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)

Overall Meaning

Snoop Dogg's "Gin and Juice" is a classic hip hop song that talks about the lifestyle of a young rapper living in Long Beach, California. The opening lines of the song are comical and set the tone for the laid-back attitude that Snoop portrays. He has friends with bad breath and urges them to get some bubble gum or food. Then he drops some knowledge with the line "study long, study wrong" which means sometimes it's better to just go out and have fun rather than focusing solely on studying or working all the time.


The chorus is the most iconic part of the song. Snoop talks about rolling down the street, smoking weed, and sipping on gin and juice. The lyrics paint a picture of a carefree life where he is surrounded by women and friends, all partying and enjoying each other's company. In the second verse, Dr. Dre joins the party with some Tanqueray and chronic, which is another name for weed. The song ends with Snoop saying goodbye to the girls and leaving with his mind on his money and his money on his mind.


Overall, "Gin and Juice" is a song that celebrates the West Coast lifestyle of partying, smoking weed, and having a good time with friends. It's a laid-back anthem that has become a classic in hip hop history.


Line by Line Meaning

(Uh) ha-ha-ha, I'm serious, nigga
I am dead serious, one of you guys has some terrible breath


Ayy baby, get some bubblegum in this muhfucker or somethin'
Please put some bubblegum in your mouth or something


Ayy, nigga, get somethin' to eat, dog
Go get yourself something to eat, my friend


Study long, study wrong, nigga
If you study for too long, you'll end up doing it wrong


With so much drama in the L-B-C
There is a lot of drama in Long Beach, California


It's kinda hard bein' Snoop D-O-double-G
It can be difficult to be Snoop Dogg


But I, somehow, some way
But I always find a way


Keep comin' up with funky ass shit like every single day
I keep creating cool stuff every day


May I kick a little something for the G's (yeah)
Can I rap a little something for the gangsters?


And make a few ends as I breeze through (yeah)
And make some money as I walk through


Two in the mornin' and the party's still jumpin' 'cause my mama ain't home
It's 2 am and the party is still going because my mom is not home


I got bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on
I have some ladies in the living room having a good time


And they ain't leavin' 'til six in the mornin' (six in the mornin')
And they are not leaving until 6 am


So what you wanna do? Shit
What do you want to do?


I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
I have some condoms in my pocket 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 we don't love those women


So we gon' smoke a ounce to this
So we are going to smoke a lot of weed to this music


Gs up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
Gangsters up, bad women down, while everyone else dances to this


Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice
Driving down the street, smoking weed, sipping on gin and juice


Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
Relaxed, but always thinking about my money


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 did not contribute any money


Now this types of shit happens all the time
This kind of thing happens all the time


You gotta get yours, but fool, I gotta get mine
You need to get your own stuff, but I need to get mine too


Everything is fine when you listenin' to the D-O-G
Everything is good when you are listening to Snoop Dogg


I got the cultivatin' music that be captivating he
I have the type of music that captivates people


Who listens to the words that I speak
People who listen to what I say


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 talk to this woman named Sadie


She used to be the homeboy's lady (oh, that bitch?)
She used to be my friend's girlfriend


Eighty degrees when I tell that bitch please
It's very hot when I ask that woman to do something


Raise up off these N-U-T's, 'cause you gets none of these
Leave my private parts alone, you can't have any


At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze
Relax, as I hang out with my friends from the Dogg Pound and enjoy the breeze


Beyotch, I'm just
I'm just hanging out, woman


Later on that day
Later on during the day


My homie Dr. Dre came through with a gang of Tanqueray
My friend Dr. Dre brought a lot of Tanqueray gin


And a fat ass J of some bubonic chronic that made me choke
And a large joint of really strong weed that made me cough


Shit, this ain't no joke
This is serious


I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
I had to stop smoking and put my cup of alcohol down


But it ain't no stoppin', I'm still poppin'
But I am not going to stop partying


Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton
Dre brought some women from Compton


To serve me, not with a cherry on top
To serve me, not in the way you might expect


'Cause when I bust my nut, I'm raisin' up off the cot
Because when I finish having sex, I'm getting out of bed


Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes
Don't be mad, that's just how things work


I don't love you hoes, I'm out the door
I don't love those women, I am leaving


Biotch (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
Woman (thinking about my money)




Lyrics © ENTERTAINMENT ONE U.S. LP, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Calvin Broadus, Andre Young, Harry Casey, Richard Finch, Daniel Webster, Mark Adams, Raymond Guy Turner, Steve Arrington, Steve Washington

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

@treyvonwilliams

"Gin And Juice"

[Intro: Dre]

[man pissing]
Heah hah hah!
I'm serious nigga one of y'all niggaz got this ass motherfuckin up
Aiy baby, aiy baby... aiy baby get some bubblegum in this motherfucker
Steady long, steady long nigga

[Verse One: Snoop]

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

[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)



@IProvideLyrics1924

[Intro: Daz Dillinger & (Snoop Dogg)]
(Ugh) Ha-ha-ha, I'm serious, nigga
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, study long, study wrong, nigga

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
With so much drama in the L-B-C
It's kind of 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
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 an ounce to this
G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this


[Chorus: Daz Dillinger & Lil David Ruffin, Snoop Dogg & Daz Dillinger]
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

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
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…


[Chorus: Snoop Dogg & Daz Dillinger]
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

[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
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...

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg & Daz Dillinger]
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



@cali-B.the.G

The Call of Duty, Warzone version of this song-
A Red Bull

With so much killin in the WZ it’s pretty dope being Cali Bud Grower, OG
but sometimes, some ways, I keep coming up with beasting ass plays like every gaming day,
May I, chow a player quickly for the pride (yuh)
And, snipe a few fools before i slide, through
3 in the morning and the bodies still dropping because I live all alone
I hear the pro’s in prison cells popping it off
And they ain’t leaving till the lobby drops off
So who you gonna mob, shit
I got a pocket full of ammo and I’m the king of COD, bitch
So turn of your system call it quits
But? (But what?) we don’t serve no jits, yeah
And we goin wipe a squad to this
Beast up bots down while all other gamers merc to this

Rolling down the street, wiping squads
Sipping on a Red Bull, cracked out
With my mind on the Royale
And the Royale on my mind

Rolling down the street, wiping squads
Sipping on a Red Bull, cracked out
With my mind on the Royale
And the Royale on my mind

Now that, I got me a royale win
Everybody try to trash me, they see my grin
Now These agro comms, happen every game
You shoot for the feet but I still shoot for the brain
Everything is fine when you’re playing with the C.B.G.
I got that cultivating gaming that be captivating yee
Who listens, to the rhythms that I tweak
As I take me a seat, to the Warzone to compete

And get to wrecking to this game named Warzone (warzone?)
They used to say it’s the bore zone (who said that?)
Not one degree as I sit and yell, “Yee!”
Get up off this C.O.D. Cause I will break you knees,
dude please, it’s just a game come chill out, feel some ease
Biatch, I’m just

Rolling down the street, wiping squads
Sipping on a Red Bull, cracked out
With my mind on the Royale
And the Royale on my mind

Rolling down the street, wiping squads
Sipping on a Red Bull, cracked out
With my mind on the Royale
And the Royale on my mind

Later on the day
My homie Haze Obey came through while the squad wipes underway
And a smooth ass play, of the precision mission that made them fly
Make, they wonder why
I had to chow back off it shake and sit the team down
Underway the mission, yeah, it is my town
But it ain’t no stopping, wins I’m robbing,
Haze got some plays that will keep them bobbin

To work them, while we got the top spot
Cause when I bust my gat… you already know the plot
Don’t get upset dude, that’s just how it goes
I just kill you bro’s, I’m out the door
And I’ll be

Rolling down the street, wiping squads
Sipping on a Red Bull, cracked out
With my mind on the Royale
And the Royale on my mind

Rolling down the street, wiping squads
Sipping on a Red Bull, cracked out
With my mind on the Royale
And the Royale on my mind

Rolling down the street, wiping squads
Sipping on a Red Bull, cracked out
With my mind on the Royale
And the Royale on my mind

Rolling down the street, wiping squads
Sipping on a Red Bull, cracked out
With my mind on the Royale
And the Royale on my mind

-positive energy, peace and blessings to you!



@user-ym8tk2wx1x

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 thisSnoop Dogg



@user-ym8tk2wx1x

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



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@Nathan-oh4ep

When you realize that he wasn't pouring a drink in the beginning 😐

@josh_m24

what was he doing

@nino_0627

​@@josh_m24 peeing

@josh_m24

@@nino_0627 ohhhhh XDDDD

@antonioo316

Lol nah that dude was drainin tha snake lmao

@Cxr36

Fr I listened to the album fully yesterday and realized

@c23e

Snoops first and best album!

@bugplay3042

all his albums are the best ones

@XanVicious

@@bugplay3042stop the cap lol

@johnnypat0346

All time classic

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