Gin And Juce Guitar Tabs by Mustard Plug

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they said i needed more stuff so ill put the lyrics on hear

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 
Don’t you know its 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 till 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 mother fuckers 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’s been captivatin me 
But who hears, the words I speak 
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street 
I started rappin with this bitch named Sadie 
You know she used to be the homeboy's lady 
Don’t cha 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 me choke it ain't no joke 
I had to back up off of it and set my cup o gin down 
Don’t cha 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] 

Beeoch. (Beeoch wo wo wo)

Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice 

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