Gin and Juice Songtext
von 2Pac

With so much drama in the l-be-see
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 want to 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


Just rollin′ (sing that shit)
Just rollin′ (sing that shit)
Just rollin' (sing that shit), laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
Just rollin′ (sing that shit)
Just rollin' (sing that shit)
Just rollin′ (sing that shit), laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind

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, it 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-you-t′s, cause you gets none of these
At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze
'Cause you know I′m just


Just rollin' (sing that shit)
Just rollin′ (sing that shit)
Just rollin' (sing that shit), laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
Just rollin′ (sing that shit)
Just rollin' (sing that shit)
Just rollin' (sing that shit)
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

Just rollin' (sing that shit)
Just rollin′ (sing that shit)
Just rollin' (sing that shit), laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
Just rollin′ (sing that shit)
Just rollin' (sing that shit)
Just rollin' (sing that shit), laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind