Gin N Juice

Pretty easy song to play. Basically playing the same Bass Line all the way through. I wanted to include a version on UG because people like to have all their music and lyrics in one place. You can play thr chords, but i prefer just playing the Bass line notes. If you want to play full chords: ) With so much drama in the L.B.C. 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? And, make a few ends 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 what you wanna do? Shit, 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 ho's, yeah So we gonna smoke a ounce to this G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back With my mind on my money And my money on my mind Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back With my mind on my money And my money on my mind Now that I got me some Seagram's gin Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in Now this type of shit 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 She used to be the homeboys lady (Oh, that bitch?) Eighty 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, feel the breeze Bitch, I'm just Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back With my mind on my money And my money on my mind Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo 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 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 ho's, I'm out the do' and I'll be Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back With my mind on my money And my money on my mind Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back With my mind on my money And my money on my mind Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo Sippin' on gin and juice, bitch With my mind on my money And my money on my mind Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo Sippin' on gin and juice, bitch With my mind on my money And my money on my mind