Phish - Gin and juice
Tekst :
(Cover)
With so much drama in L-B-C
It s kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G
But I, I somehow, some way
Keep comin up funky ass shit nearly every single day
Can I, kick a little something for the G s
and, make a few friends 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 whatcha wanna do?
I got a pocket full o rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But (but what) we don t love them whores,
And we gonna smoke an ounce to that
G s up, hoes down, like you motherfuckers bounce to that
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]
I got me some Seagram s gin
Everybody got they cups, but they ain t chipped in
Ya know this type of shit, happens all the time
You gotta get yours before I get mine
Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G
He s got the cultivatin music that be captivatin me
But who hears, the words I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
I started mappin with this bitch named Sadie
You know she used to be the homeboy s lady
Dontcha know it s 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, full breeze
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]
Later on that day
My homey Dr. Dre
He came by with a gang of Tanqueray
And a fat ass J, of some bubonic chronic you know it made mechoke
it ain t no joke
I had to back up off of it and set my cup o gin down
Dontcha know Tanqueray and chronic, well I m fucked up now
But there 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, You know I m raisin to pop a cop
But 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
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]
Beeotch.
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
lyrics seem to be correct but string cheese incident sings thiscover,
not phish.
actually, it s the Gourds, not Phish OR String Cheese Incident,
whoever they are.