“Gin and Juice” is Snoop Dogg’s depiction of the more laid back side of the streets. It has arguably one of the catchiest hooks in all of hip-hop and is symbolic of what the G-funk is all about.

It is… Read More [Intro: Daz Dillinger]

(Ahh) Hahaha, I'm serious, nigga

One of y'all niggas got some bad motherfuckin' breath (Oh, man)

Ayy, baby, ayy, baby (Shit)

Ayy, baby, gimme some bubblegum in this motherfucker or somethin', haha

Ride with me to get somethin' to eat, dog, ayy, nigga

Study long, study wrong, nigga

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]

With so much drama in the L-B-C

It's kind of 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 (Yeah)

For the Gs and make a few ends (Yeah)

As I breeze through? Two in the mornin'

And the party's still jumpin' 'cause my mama ain't home

I got bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on, and

They ain't leavin' 'til six in the mornin' (Six in the mornin', 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 hoes (Yeah)

So we gon' smoke an ounce to this

Gs up, hoes down while you motherfuckers bounce to this

[Chorus: Daz Dillinger & Lil David Ruffin, Snoop Dogg & Daz Dillinger]

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 2: Snoop Dogg]

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 gotta get yours, but fool, I gotta get mine

Everything is fine when you listening 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 drank 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-U-Ts, 'cause you gets none of these"

At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound

Feel the breeze biatch, I'm just

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg & Daz Dillinger]

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 3: Snoop Dogg]

Later on that day, my homie 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 raising up out the cot

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: Snoop Dogg & Daz Dillinger]

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

Biatch

With my mind on my money and my money on my mind

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo

Sippin' on gin and juice

Biatch

With my mind on my money and my money on my mind