Gin And Juice Ringtones

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 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 living room gettin it on And, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin So what you wanna do 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 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 Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice Laid back 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 She used to be the homeboy's lady 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 Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice Laid back (Solo) 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 Gin N Juice down Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I'm fucked up now But it ain't no stoppin, I'm keep 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 Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice Laid back Laid back Laid back Laid back Laid back Laid back Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice

With so much drama in 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 nearly every single day Can I, kick a little something for the G's And, make a few friends is a breeze, through Two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin Cause my momma ain't ho-ome I got bitches in the living room gettin it on And, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin So what you wanna do hoo 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 whores 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 Every body got their cups, but they ain't chipped in Ya know this type of shit, happens all the time Gotta get yours before I get mine Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G He gots the cultivating music that be captivating he Who hears the words that I speak As I take me a drink to the middle of the street And get mackin to this bitch named Sadie She used to be the homeboy's lady Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please Raise up off these N-U-T's, cause you gets none of these As I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze 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 (Slows down) Later on that day My homey Dr. Dre He came by with a gang of Tanqueray And a fat ass J, (Speeds up) Of some bubonic chronic you know it made me choke It ain't no joke, I had to back up off of it, Set my cup of gin down (Stops) Yeah, Tanqueray and chronic, well I'm fked up now (speeds back up) But it ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin Dr Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton To serve me, not with a cherry on top Cause when I bust my nut, ya know I'm raisin up off the cot Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes I don't love you hoes, that's why 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 {beeotch!} Laid back 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 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)

Well she's the match that I hold in my fingers And I'm lettin' it burn to the nail And I know it's a pain that'll linger It's a woman like that sends a good man to jail And now the cocaine and gin's got me spinnin' Left in the old lost n found If sorrow's a game then I'm winnin' Won't you please, set my feet on the ground So I sat and I thought for a long time Prayin' on what I might do God you never did give me the answer And I can't stand the thought of another with you And now the cocaine and gin's got me spinnin' Left in the old lost n found If sorrow's a game then I'm winnin' Won't you please, set my feet on the ground Thank you for everything momma For tryin' to raise me up well And I'm sorry I did what I had to do It's a woman like that sends a good man to hell And now the cocaine and gin's got me spinnin' Left in the old lost n found If sorrow's a game then I'm winnin' Won't you please, set my feet on the ground

Stay away from me 'cause I'm in my sin Stay away from me 'cause I'm in my sin If this place gets raided, it's me and my gin Don't try me nobody, oh, you will never win Don't try me nobody 'cause you will never win I'll fight the army, navy, just me and my gin Any bootlegger sure is a pal of mine Any bootlegger sure is a pal of mine 'Cause a good ol' bottle o' gin will get it all the time When I'm feeling high, ain't nothing I won't do When I'm feeling high, ain't nothing I won't do Get me full of liquor, and I'll sure be nice to you I don't want no pork, and I don't need no beer I don't want no pork, and I don't need no beer I don't want no porkchop, just give me gin instead