letra de gin and juice - cledus t. judd
with so much drama in the l-b-c
it’s kinda hard bein snoop d-o-double-g
but i, i somehow, some way-hay
keep comin up funky -ss sh-t man every single day, and
can i kick a little sompin for the g’s (yeah)
and, make a few friends as i breeze through,
don’t you know it’s two in the mawnin and
our party’s still jumpin cause my momma ain’t home-home
i got b-tches in the living room gettin me hawney
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 doos too
so turn off the lights and close the doors
but (but what?) we don’t love them wh-r-s
and we gonna smoke a ounce to that
g’s up, hoes down, like you motherf-ckers bounce to that
(haw haw haw)
and i’d 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]
verse two:
i got me some seagram’s gin
everybody got they cups, but they ain’t chipped in
you know this type of sh-t, happens all the time
you got to get yours before i get mine
everything is fine when you listenin to the d-o-g
i got the cultivating music that be captivating me but
who hears, to the words that i speak
as i take me a drink to the middle of the street
i started laughin with this b-tch named sadie (sadie?)
(ya know?) she used to be the homeboy’s lady
don’tcha kno it’s eighty degrees? when i tell that b-tch 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
ill 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]
verse three:
later on that day-hay
my homey dr. dre he came by with a gang of tanqueray
and a fat -ss j-hay, of some bubonic chronic you know it made me cho-oke
it ain’t no joke
i had to back up off of it and sit my cup of gin do-own
(don’tcha kno) tanqueray and chronic, well i’m f-cked up now
but it ain’t no stoppin, i’m still poppin
dr dre got some b-tches 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 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
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]ya’ll
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]
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- letra de regardless - brayell
- letra de ты не куришь (you don't smoke) - платина (platina) & og buda
- letra de don't stop - mr. white
- letra de são valentim - titica
- letra de wild - equippers revolution
- letra de the neighbor - jason falkner
- letra de wendy - ollie byrd
- letra de of hopes & failures - the gardener & the tree