Gin and Juice version by The Gourds
Warning
Rated (R). Children under 17 must not
view this without the consent of an adult.
Explicit lyrics and sexual content
chords : low to high
A : x02220 or x0222x
D : xx0232
A two chord song. Not much easier than this. If you've never
heard this version of the song, it has a country/bluegrass type
style.
|A---|D---| x 2
[A]With so much drama in [D]L-B-C
It's kinda [A]hard bein Snoop D-[D]O-double-G
But [A]I, I somehow, some [D]way
Keep comin up with [A]funky ass st nearly [D]every single day
and [A]can I kick a little something, [D]hmmm, for the G's
and, [A]make a few friends as I [D]breeze through
doncha know its [A]two in the mornin and the [D]party's still jumpin
[A]cause my momma ain't [D]home
I got [A]bhes in the living room [D]gettin it on
and, [A]they ain't leavin til [D]six in the mornin
So[A] what you wanna [D]do?
I got a [A]pocket full of rubbers and my [D]homeboys do too
So [A]turn off the lights and [D]close the doors
Bu[A]t (but what) we don't [D]love them wes
And we [A]gonna smoke an ounce to [D]that
G's [A]up, hoes down, like you [D]motherfkers bounce to [A]this [D]
And I'll be
(Chorus: repeat 2X)
[A]Rollin down the street, smokin [D]indo, sippin on gin and [A]juice
D(stop)
Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind (y'all))
(Verse Two)
I got me some Seagram's gin
Everybody got they cup, but they ain't chipped in
you know this type of st happens all the time
You got to get yourn before I get mine
but Everything is fine we listenin to the D-O-G
He's got the cultivating music that be captivating me
but who hears the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
I started mackin with this bh named Sadie
You know she used to be the homeboy's lady
doncha know its eighty degrees when I tell that bh 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
Chorus x 2
(mandolin break)
Verse Three:
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 now he made me choke
It ain't no joke I had to back up off of it and sit my cup of gin down
doncha know Tanqueray and chronic, well I'm fked up now
But it ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin
Dr. Dre got some bhes 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, I'm out the door
And I'll be
Chorus
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)
Warning
Rated (R). Children under 17 must not
view this without the consent of an adult.
Explicit lyrics and sexual content
chords : low to high
A : x02220 or x0222x
D : xx0232
A two chord song. Not much easier than this. If you've never
heard this version of the song, it has a country/bluegrass type
style.
|A---|D---| x 2
[A]With so much drama in [D]L-B-C
It's kinda [A]hard bein Snoop D-[D]O-double-G
But [A]I, I somehow, some [D]way
Keep comin up with [A]funky ass st nearly [D]every single day
and [A]can I kick a little something, [D]hmmm, for the G's
and, [A]make a few friends as I [D]breeze through
doncha know its [A]two in the mornin and the [D]party's still jumpin
[A]cause my momma ain't [D]home
I got [A]bhes in the living room [D]gettin it on
and, [A]they ain't leavin til [D]six in the mornin
So[A] what you wanna [D]do?
I got a [A]pocket full of rubbers and my [D]homeboys do too
So [A]turn off the lights and [D]close the doors
Bu[A]t (but what) we don't [D]love them wes
And we [A]gonna smoke an ounce to [D]that
G's [A]up, hoes down, like you [D]motherfkers bounce to [A]this [D]
And I'll be
(Chorus: repeat 2X)
[A]Rollin down the street, smokin [D]indo, sippin on gin and [A]juice
D(stop)
Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind (y'all))
(Verse Two)
I got me some Seagram's gin
Everybody got they cup, but they ain't chipped in
you know this type of st happens all the time
You got to get yourn before I get mine
but Everything is fine we listenin to the D-O-G
He's got the cultivating music that be captivating me
but who hears the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
I started mackin with this bh named Sadie
You know she used to be the homeboy's lady
doncha know its eighty degrees when I tell that bh 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
Chorus x 2
(mandolin break)
Verse Three:
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 now he made me choke
It ain't no joke I had to back up off of it and sit my cup of gin down
doncha know Tanqueray and chronic, well I'm fked up now
But it ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin
Dr. Dre got some bhes 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, I'm out the door
And I'll be
Chorus
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)
