Gin
Snoop Dogg Dr. Dre Lyrics


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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

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 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 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

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 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 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 (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]

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre’s “Gin and Juice” portray a laid-back, carefree party atmosphere where the singer rolls around the streets of Long Beach, California, smoking marijuana and drinking Seagram's gin, all while surrounded by women who are engaging in promiscuous behavior. Snoop Dogg's effortless flow throughout the verses helps to create an infectious vibe that draws listeners into the song. The chorus, with its iconic opening line “Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice,” has become a ubiquitous part of popular culture.


The first verse addresses the difficulties of living in the LBC amid all the drama. Despite this, Snoop still manages to come up with funky, fun songs every day. The second verse starts with his decision to switch from Seagram’s to Tanqueray gin, leading to a wild night with Dr. Dre and some added bitches from Compton. The chorus repeats twice at the end, emphasizing the carefree lifestyle the singers are leading.


Overall, the song represents a snapshot of the gangsta rap era of the 1990s, embodying the carefree, rebellious attitudes and themes that characterized it.


Line by Line Meaning

Heah hah hah!
I am amused.


I'm serious nigga one of y'all niggaz got this ass motherfuckin up
I'm not joking, one of you messed up.


Aiy baby, aiy baby... aiy baby get some bubblegum in this motherfucker
Hey, let's have some fun and chew bubblegum together.


Steady long, steady long nigga
Stay chill and keep moving forward.


With so much drama in the L-B-C
There's a lot of trouble and chaos in Long Beach, California.


It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G
It's challenging to be me, Snoop Doggy Dogg.


But I, somehow, some way
But I always manage to


Keep comin up with funky ass shit like every single day
Create fresh and unique music every day.


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


and, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze, through
And make some cash while I'm just passing by.


Two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin
It's 2AM and the party is ongoing.


cause my momma ain't home
Because my mother isn't home to stop the party.


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)
They're staying until 6AM.


So what you wanna do, sheeeit
What do you want to do about it?


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 have some privacy.


But (but what) we don't love them hoes, yeah!
But we don't have feelings for those women.


So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
So let's smoke some weed to celebrate.


G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
Representing the gangsters, while you dance to the beat.


Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Driving and smoking marijuana, while drinking gin and juice.


Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Relaxed and focused on my income.


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 their cups, but they didn't contribute to the drinks.


Now this types of shit, happens all the time
This kind of scenario takes place frequently.


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
Everything is alright when you're listening to Snoop Doggy Dogg.


I got the cultivating music that be captivating he
I produce music that's intriguing to him.


who listens, to the words that I speak
Listeners who pay attention to the lyrics I sing.


As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
As I take a sip in the middle of the street.


and get to mackin to this bitch named Sadie (Sadie?)
And flirt with this woman named Sadie.


She used to be the homeboy's lady (Oh, that bitch)
She was once my friend's girlfriend.


Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please
It's hot, and I ask her to back off.


Raise up off these N-U-T's, cause you gets none of these
Stay away from my testicles, you can't have them.


At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze
I'm relaxed as I roll with my friends, enjoying the fresh air.


beeeitch, I'm just
I'm just joking, bitch.


Later on that day
Later that same day.


My homey 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 high-quality marijuana that made me cough.


Shit, this ain't no joke
This is not funny.


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


Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I'm fucked up now
Drinking gin and smoking weed has made me feel intoxicated.


But it ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin
But nothing can stop me, as I'm still having fun.


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 offer themselves to me, without any strings attached.


Cause when I bust my nut, I'm raisin up off the cot
After I climax, I'm getting up and leaving the bed.


Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes
Don't feel bad, this is just how things happen.


I don't love you hoes, I'm out the do'
I don't have feelings for these women, so I'm leaving now.


Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
Driving and smoking weed, while drinking gin and juice (bitch!).


Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Relaxed and focused on my income.




Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Written by: HARRY WAYNE CASEY, RICHARD RAYMOND FINCH, L ADAMS MARK, STEVE ARRINGTON, CALVIN CORDAZAR BROADUS, RAYMOND GUY TURNER, STEPHEN C WASHINGTON, DANIEL WEBSTER, ANDRE ROMELL YOUNG

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Gin & Juice, timeless.

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