Tim McGraw Gin and Juice Lyrics

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With so much drama in L-B-C
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It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G
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But I, I somehow, some way
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Keep comin up with funky a__ **** nearly every single day
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and can I kick a little something, hmmm, for the G's
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and, make a few friends as I breeze through
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doncha know its two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin
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cause my momma ain't home
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I got b____es in the living room gettin it on
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and, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin
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So what you wanna do?
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I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
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So turn off the lights and close the doors
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But (but what) we don't love them w____s
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And we gonna smoke an ounce to that
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G's up, hoes down, like you m_________ers bounce to this

And I'll be

(Chorus: repeat 2X)
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Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and 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 **** 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 b____ named Sadie
You know she used to be the homeboy's lady
doncha know its eighty degrees when I tell that b____ 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 a__ 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 f___ed up now
But it ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin
Dr. Dre got some b____es 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)